Selfish bastard

Part 4

(Simon's POV)

In my dressing room closet, I take a look at my wardrobe and chuckle : hum, let's see...White shirt or...white shirt ? What a dilemma !...My style has always been an object of mockery and I now willingly admit it : I'm not good at it, not interested to be either.

But tonight, for some strange reasons, I want to try something different. Is it the fact David is gonna spend the week-end with me ? Probably. I'm in a good mood and I want to surprise him, even to walk in his shoes, to see what it's like.

In the big drawer where I usually store my summer clothes, there's this red tee-shirt I've never worn - I remember Lauren bought it in Bridgetown. To go with it, now that I'm way thiner, I choose dark blue jeans, the only skinny ones I have. I giggle like a child as I put them on. It's funny to see how pieces of fabric could transfigure you....I look younger, hotter.

I don't know exactly what made me invite David for two days. Of course, I'm looking forward to make love to him but it looks like I exceeded our deal. We're not supposed to spend more than hot and short moments together. Not that I'm especially worried about it but I still question my motivations...

I feel my heart pounding harder in my chest as I hear the door bell, putting this out on impatience and arousal. I run down the stairs to welcome David. He's here, on the door step, smiling at me. He wears a black polo shirt and white Bermuda shorts. Casual but elegant. His beard is perfectly cut, as always. He's objectively gorgeous.

"Hello, there ! How are you ?" I ask him contentedly as I can see my little cloths change is taking its toll.

"Simon ?! What are you wearing ? You feel ok ?" he cries jokingly, pointing in disbelief at my flamboyant tee-shirt.

"I feel great, thank you. You like it ?" I ask while twirling in a camp way.

"I don't like it. I LOVE it..." he emphasizes."You finally left the dark side to join the fashion league ! Well done !" With that, we both burst into laugh.

"Perhaps...one step at a time", I reply with a wink.

My hand on his back, I guide him inside, close the door and put his luggage aside.

"Alone, at last..." I say seductively while grasping his arms, my eyes wandering on his lips. David's are simply irresistible, pink and luscious like a forbidden fruit. So many times, during BGT, I had to struggle not to stare at them in awe. Now I savour them and a wave of lust already breaks into my whole body.

"Come with me, Baby" my husky voice begs. I lead him to the sofa where we sit, our hands still on each other. I just can't wait anymore. Even the bedroom seems too far away to content my hots for him. I start to undress him while deepening the kiss, my tongue hungrily reaching for his.

But I instantly feel it...something's wrong : David doesn't respond to my touch as he used to. His mind seems a hundred miles away and he's not fully nor physically into it. I back off a little, looking up at him.

"What's up, Darling ? You're ok ?"

"Yes...yes, I'm good..." he hesitates. "It's just..." He stops there, seems reluctant to go further. I catch a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Tell me..." I say, caressing his hand so he can feel I'm all ears and he can trust me. I'm concerned...What's the matter with him ? Did I do or say something wrong ?...

My worries don't last much longer, though : to my full surprise, David seems to be already back to his true, sunshiny self. As if the dark cloud above his head had been blown away by some sudden mysterious force.

He shakes his head and chuckles, giving me one of his warm stares.

"It's nothing, really, just a silly thought..." he utters with a broad smile. "Please, let's get back where we were".

"Are you sure ?" I insist. "We can talk if..."

"No" he interrupts, firmly but gently. "I promise, everything's perfectly fine. And let me prove it to you right away".

He avidly reaches for my belt and undoes it then quickly gets rid of my jeans and boxer. His hand grabs my cock and starts delightful ups and downs, making me moan desperately.

David usually adores foreplay but today, he obviously wants to go straight to the point. Another surprise for me, a good one this time...He wastes no more time and, making sure I'm hard enough, slowly impales himself on me with a long, deep groan.

I close my eyes, willfully sliding into pleasure while my last concerns about him just fade away.

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The fifth part, at last...It was the most difficult to write for many reasons. I made the choice not to rush anything for the moment between those two. The most emotional is yet to come !

A question : what do you think about using present instead of preterit ? I wonder if I did a good choice, sometimes it seems weird...thanks in advance for your help on the subject.

Please, leave some comments : it helps me a lot to improve myself.

Love you all !