Chapter Three
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Her eyes fluttered open like soft butterflies atop her cheeks, the dark lashes reminiscent of beautifully spread wings. The first thing she saw was his face, relaxed, carefree with a smile from cheek to cheek in the excitement not unlike a five year old getting a new toy. It had been a long time since she’d seen a smile like that coming from him.
“Good morning love..”
“Hey Si. Did I miss anything?” She asked as she sat up in her seat and fumbled around trying to find her seat belt before they landed.
“Not really, just banter between the three of us. Nothing new.”
She rolled her eyes not completely unaware of the conversations he was speaking of. She did see their banter during the show, but these boys outside of the show just them without their wives and girlfriends was kind of a mystery to her. These boys, she knew could be reckless and wild, the kind of boys that needed a little room to be free, but now she was there, just hoping she wasn’t a liability.
As if Simon had read her mind he called them all around after the plane landed and cracked open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
“Here’s to Paula becoming one of the boys, it’s been a long time coming love.”
They each held a very expensive glass in their hand, raising them all together, the clinking sound of glass on glass ringing.
She sipped her drink, not wanting to get too light headed before they got off the plane. Ryan and Randy were as usual off the plane long before Paula and Simon.
“Thanks Simon for inviting me… really, I do appreciate it.”
“Paula, I just don’t see enough of you these days…” his words trailed off as he buried his face in the bend from her neck to her shoulder. She smelled of vanilla and honeysuckle, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower. She was sickeningly sweet, soft to touch, everything he needed in that moment at that time.
“Simon, we see a lot of each other…”
“But not nearly enough love. Now shush and drink your drink, we have to go.”
Paula looked at her glass that she’d only managed to drink two small sips of and decided what the hell. She downed it, grabbed her purse, placed her right hand in Simon’s left and went off to their little tryst of a vacation.
The first thing she noticed walking out of the plane was the sweltering heat that surrounded her and how her head felt a little light and she felt a little giddy. Sliding into the limo right before Simon, she couldn’t help run her hand down his back before he sat down completely. She snuggled close to him, her left hand on his right thigh, as they were driven off to their hotel.
“Simon..”
Simon noticed Paula’s hand was a little higher than usual upon his leg and with each bump it seemed to go a little higher. A few more bumps and her hand would be cradling his cock.
“Simon!”
“Oh, bloody hell Ryan, What?”
“I was trying to tell you that E! called and I have to do something things for them today.”
“Well why don’t we all do our own thing today and then we’ll meet up tomorrow? Does that work for everybody?”
Ryan nodded and Randy added some sort of yeah dawg dude or something like that, but Paula didn’t answer.
“Paula?” Simon looked at her trying to get her to make eye contact with him.
“Can I just hang out with you today Si? Go shopping together or something?”
“Yeah, that will be great love.”
After he placed his luggage in his own room he practically skipped over to Paula’s room. He knocked with his key on the door. He could hear music playing in her room, the bass booming through the door. He was then aware that she couldn’t hear him.
“Paula.” He said a little loud and knocked with his fist on the door. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching then banged on the door very loud.
The music stopped as if on cue and there she was. She opened the door and Simon couldn’t take his eyes off of her. There she was in her corset and jeans. Her breast where popping out of the top of her corset like apples, and the black corset off set her tan skin as nicely as if she was wearing nothing at all. He could barely keep himself from letting his tongue hang out in pure excitement.
“Are you coming in Simon?”
Silently he walked in and sat on her bed as she scurried around primping herself to leave.
“Paula, you look…”
She turned and looked at him.
Her slender frame was nothing short of amazing under normal circumstances, but now that she was wearing clothing that almost looked like they were painted on and he couldn’t think straight, his thoughts just shot around the inside of his head randomly, never connecting.
“Simon… I think you need a drink.”
Simon nodded. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of champagne.
“Do you want one..?”
“Yes!” She exclaimed from the bathroom.
He poured her one and grabbed both glasses and walked into the bathroom.
“Simon, do you think I’m sexy?”
She leaned against the sink, her eyes making playful glances at his entire body. Her eye lashes fluttered as she twirled a curly brown stand of hair in between her fingers. Simon wasn’t sure if she was just drunk or what, he couldn’t understand why she was asking him this. Didn’t she already know he thought she was incredibly sexy?
Simon sat down the glasses and took his left hand and placed it at her neck, just below her head. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t even think twice about it. He took her lips in his. She tasted of champagne, but her lips where beyond compare as she kissed him back.
He playfully pulled her hair, their lips breaking apart for only a mere moment but she wanted more. She lurched forward, catching him by surprise. She bit his lower lip and then devoured his mouth, her tongue massaging his with ease. She pressed her body against his, feeling his member hardening. She was about to something she’d never thought about, ever. She wasn’t sure if she was just intoxicated or what, but she didn’t care, she felt brave. She sat on the counter and pulled him closer. She was just about his height now, her lips reaching for his ear.
“Simon, fuck me.” Her breath was hot on his earlobe, her voice low, each syllable filled with lust.
He pulled away. He didn’t understand what had happened to Paula.
“Are you drunk?”
She was buzzed this was true, but she was surely not drunk.
“No.” she said making a sad face, “Do you not want to?” She said playfully, her fingers tracing down his sternum to his stomach and she didn’t stop there. Her hands tugged at his jeans. She wanted him.
“Simon, I want you.” She echoed her thoughts, but it sounded different coming out of her.
“Paula, I want you too….”
She was fed up with his hesitation. This was the man that was famous for taking charge; she wanted him to take charge of her.
“Simon you either fuck me now or we leave and go shopping.” Her voice sounded stern.
“Oh my God, you’re fucking serious aren’t you.”
It wasn’t a question. He knew it and so did she.
Simon took both his hands on either side of the corset and pulled. Each little metal hook unhooked itself and he threw it to the floor. He kissed her with power, need, want and she felt it all the way to her toes, which began to curl. Simon picked her up and striped her in such a quick fashion she hardly realized she was naked. She made quick work of his button and fly and suddenly there they stood naked.
Nobody was turning back now.
Simon picked her up and placed her legs just above his hips and walked over to the bathroom wall. His cock was hard, erect, and he slowly slid it into Paula. Her back was against the cold caramel colored marble wall, her legs wrapped around him, and she felt it. His erection filled her empty spaces, and then he began to thrust. Her arms held on to his neck, moans escaping her lips.
Simon could feel her folds wrapped around his cock and she felt sensational. He pumped away at her, smiling each time she moaned or when she threw her hands above her head in pure ecstasy. Suddenly, about ten minutes into the escapade, her legs began to twitch. She was close, he could feel it. Simon let go of one of her legs and placed a finger on her clit. She was moaning with each thrust, the tone of her voice going a little higher with each circle he made on her clit. She was so wet it was causing him to get harder. She was incredibly sexy looking during sex, her eyes closed, biting her lip.
Suddenly she couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“Fuck, Simon..” She gasped.
God his name sounded good coming out of this woman’s mouth.
“Siiiiiiiimmmmmmooonnnnnn….” She gasped just as he felt it.
Like little rippling fireworks working their way through her body, her inner muscles clenching down on his cock, she came.
Their bodies were covered in sweat as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Simon, are you done?” She questioned.
He didn’t have to answer her. She could feel his erection still hard inside her. She lifted her head in pure excitement and glee that for once she had gotten off before the guy she was with did. They locked eyes, and he smiled. God, he was fucking sexy, even with that smart ass, know it all grin on his face.
Simon began to thrust. Shallow and soft, than harder, and Paula began to get really into it. She arched her back, pulled his hair, and ran her nails down his back until she couldn’t anymore because she was coming again. Simon could feel himself about to come inside her. He was about to tell her and pull out when she met his eyes. The deep brown circles searched into his, he felt like she could see his soul.
“Simon, come inside me… I want to feel it.” Her voice was breath, each word a struggle to release, she was that turned on.
He smiled at her.
She reached her hand around his head and pulled his hair and rode him until she felt his body buckle underneath her. He buried his head in the crease between her neck and shoulder, his favorite place to be. It was like an explosion she’d never felt before, as he came inside her.
When it was all over, they just stood there, eyes closed, Paula still pressed between Simon and the wall, hanging in mid air.
The only sound that each heard was the heavy breathing they both shared.
Simon opened his eyes and looked at her.
She took his breath away.
Her make – up was smeared, eye liner mixed with sweat that had beaded on her forehead and run down during their elicit activity.
She didn’t look at him.
She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid of what she’d see.
She was afraid her eyes would give her away.
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