Chapter 14
Simon walked into Isabella’s room, knocking on the already opened door. “Bella-Boo? Sweetheart?” He noticed that her overnight bag was completely empty and Isabella’s clothes and toys were scattered across the entire bedroom floor.
He allowed himself to walk into the messed up room. Suddenly, he felt tugging on the bottom of his jean pants. Simon looked down and saw Maybelle pulling at his pants with her tiny teeth. “Maybelle,” he chuckled and picked the tiny dog off the ground. “Where’s Isabella?”
“Uncle Simey?”
Simon turned around and saw Isabella standing at the entrance of the bedroom. Placing Maybelle back on the ground, he stepped closer to Isabella. “I can see that you’re not packed.”
“Yeah…,” Isabella said slowly. “I was thinking that maybe Julie could sleep over here instead!”
He chuckled softly, “But she wants you to go to her house, sweetheart.”
“But we could do a lot more things here! She can play outside with me! And, and, umm… play house or tea party! Or maybe…” As Isabella trailed on, Simon glanced down at Isabella’s hands which were hiding behind her back. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was a tiny notebook or diary.
“What do you have behind your back?” he asked curiously.
Already being alarmed, Isabella quickly replied, “Nothing!”
“Oh, I see something,” Simon corrected her. “C’mon Bella-Boo, you can trust me… I won’t tell your mother. We tell each other everything.”
Isabella placed her hands on her hips, and to Simon her pose made her look more like a diva now than ever. “Oh really now?”
Simon nodded, “I believe so.”
“In the story how my mommy met my daddy, you said that Daddy really loved Mommy that he would do anything for her. Then why did he leave her!? You never give me the answer, you just said what he did was wrong!”
“Isabella,” Simon sighed loudly. He crouched down to eye level with little girl standing before him and tried to find reasonable words to reply to her question. “As much as I would love to tell you, sweetheart… I-I don’t have an answer, I don’t know why.”
“NO!” Isabella shouted. A frown masked her features as she tried her best to not tear up and cry in front of Simon. “I know you you know something more about him, Uncle Simey! Why won’t you tell me!? Why! Why-”
Simon pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, trying to comfort and calm her down with soothing words. “Shh, shh,” he cooed to her. His hand rubbed up and down her back as she wiped away the tears that had formed in her tiny eyes. Pulling back from her slightly, Simon stared into her tearful eyes. “I do know something… but I can’t just tell you yet.”
She sniffled, “B-but why?”
“It’s not the right time, I will tell when the time is right... I promise, sweetheart.” He wiped away the tears on her face with his comforting thumb and then caressed the side of Isabella’s face. “Know this though… he loves you so much.”
“How do you know?”Isabella asked with a frown. Simon only shrugged and pulled her into another one of his warm and gentle hugs. Wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, she mumbled into his shoulder, “I wish you were my daddy, Uncle Simey.”
Sighing deeply, Simon whispered, “Me too, me too.”
--Remember to Forget--
It was hours later when Simon was hugging Isabella goodbye at his mother’s house. Isabella and he were both laughing and smiling, you couldn’t even notice that she was yelling at him just earlier that day. After Simon placed a kiss on the top of her head, Isabella ran into Paula’s arms. Paula squeezed her into one of her tight hugs.
“We’ll pick you up Sunday noon, sweetie,” Paula smiled.
Isabella only nodded and finally was able to let go of her mother and stand next to Julie. After Simon and Paula gave their goodbyes and kisses to Julie, she ushered them out of the house. Simon offered out his hand to Paula. “Shall we?” he asked with that charming smile of his.
Paula gladly accepted it and he gave her hand a tight squeeze. She sighed as she leaned into him, enjoying the way he easily snuck an arm around her. “Let’s go,” she said sweetly.
They strolled lazily back to the car that was parked alongside the street. When they got to the car they pulled away but as soon as Simon started the car and pulled into traffic he reached for her hand again before driving onto the road.
They kept the conversation light as they kept the radio on low. Paula talked about the new jewelry she had been designing. Simon talked a bit about his work as well. They continued the harmless chatter all the way back to the house, neither of them mentioning what was to happen as soon as they got back.
With traffic, it took them about half an hour to get back to the house. Once he pulled into his spacious garage, he turned off the engine and gave her hand another squeeze before they both got out of the car. Simon opened the door that led into the entry way of the house and let Paula slip in first. He stepped in after her, closed the door behind him and as soon as he tossed the keys on the small wooden table by the door…they dove for each other.
Simon caught her against him as he swooped down and feasted his mouth hungrily on hers. Passion exploded between them as they clung to each other, Paula’s hands were lost in his hair while Simon lifted her until her toes dangled. With a muffled moan, Simon started to shuffle around, hoping that he could get her upstairs to a bed before he took her. He bumped them against the dining room table so he paused there, plopping her on the flat surface so he could free his hands.
“Simon,” she gasped holding onto him. “Touch me…I want your hands on me.”
He let out a strangled groan against her throat as his hands streaked over her. Down her back, her sides and then back up to cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her dress. “God, I want you,” he whispered into her ear as his hands tugged at the material, desperate for flesh. “I want you so bad.”
“Then hurry,” she moaned softly bringing his head back so her lips could find his. “Take me to bed, Simon…now.”
“Bloody hell,” he cursed and lifted her up again and hurried to the flight of stairs.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he trampled up the steps, moaning in pleasure at the feel of his large hands cupping her ass. As soon as he made it to the top, he backed her against the nearest wall, ravaging her neck as he worked impatiently at the zipper of her dress. He hiked up her skirt and tugged down the dress over her shoulder so the cotton material was bunched around her middle.
At first he was disappointed she was wearing a bra, but then he got a look at it and nearly groaned in pleasure. It was sexy as hell…all that silk and lace made her breasts look so enticing. He hitched her higher and covered one of her silk covered breast with his warm mouth while she gasped as she gripped handfuls of cotton from his white shirt and yanked it greedily up his back. He pulled away, helping her tug the shirt over his head and then toss the material aside before his lips met aggressively against hers again.
With their mouths still firmly locked, he used the wall as a guide to his bedroom since it was one door closer than hers. No sense in wasting time. He wanted her…had wanted her for a damn long time and now that it was finally here he couldn’t seem to get her naked fast enough.
When they tumbled onto the bed, they both let out a moan of approval now that they were finally where they wanted to be.
They rolled together across the wide bed, stripping the very few articles of clothing that still had remained on their bodies. Simon loomed over her, spending a good amount of time on that kissable mouth of hers, before finally traveling down her trembling body. He wanted to explore every inch of her, every shape and texture while she withered and moaned beneath him.
She felt like she was going to explode. His roaming hands and seeking mouth were about to drive her crazy. She felt his hot mouth on her breast while his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers seeking towards her hot center. “Yes,” she whispered, opening her legs for him, then groaned his name when his finger glided smoothly between her folds.
“Paula,” he murmured between kisses as he moved his lips to her stomach while he continued to draw her up.
She gasped and arched up like a bow when his mouth replaced his finger, bringing her up with the clever use of his lips and tongue. It didn’t take her long to come, she should have known he would be entirely too good at it. With her fists clenching the sheets her whole body went taunt and a long throaty cry escaped from the back of her throat as he sent her through a whirlwind of senses she had never felt before
As she went limp beneath him, still breathing heavy from her intense orgasm he had just had the pleasure of giving, Simon slowly moved back up her body. “You okay, luv?” he murmured as he nipped her earlobe. God, she was incredible. She had responded to him so easily it seemed as though he barley had to touch her.
She let out a weak laugh. “Just give me a second…my god, Simon. You do that… very well,” she giggled.
He chuckled against her throat. “Thanks.” He kissed her soft skin. “Know what else I can do very well?”
“Hmm,” she said dreamily as her eyes fluttered close. “What’s that?”
For an answer, he nuzzled her neck, gripped his fingers with hers, and plunged himself deep, deep inside her.
“Oh!” she gasped as her eyes flew open then rolled them at the back of her lids, groaning his name at the feel of him inside her. “Oh, god. Oh, god.”
“You can say that again,” he groaned and kissed her long, deep and thoroughly until he felt her sigh and relax beneath him. “So good,” he breathed against her mouth. “You feel so good, darling.”
She groaned in agreement as she wrapped her long legs tightly around him. “Oh, Simon, I can’t stand it,” she gasped as she lifted her hips to him. “Move inside me.”
“Kiss me first,” he said desperate to have his lips on hers again.
With a moan, she obliged, moving her mouth urgently under his, sliding her tongue silkily against his in a delicious rhythm. She let out a muffled gasp when he finally began to thrust inside her, slow and deep. He unlaced their fingers to slide his hands under her, while she glided hers around him, stroking them slowly up and down his muscular back.
They broke the kiss but their lips still lingered inches from each other while they continued the slow torturous pace with one another. Gasps and sighs filled the room as they both became closer and closer to finally erupting over that final peak. Simon captured her lips once more, scrapping his teeth over her bottom lip before burying his face against her neck. He took his thrusts even deeper and a little harder as that need for release began to build and build inside him.
“Simon,” she groaned as she easily fell into rhythm with him when he quickened the pace. “Yes…that feels so good.”
“Paula,” he whispered in her ear. “Come with me.” He pulled almost all the way out of her now, only to plunge deeply back into her…faster and faster as he sent them both towards the edge. “Come with me now.”
She cried out his name and he groaned hers when that final long waited release swept over them both. Simon collapsed on top of her while she fell back onto the bed, both completely drained. His heavy head laid found refuge on her chest and he smiled lazily at the sound of her fast frantic heartbeat.
“You okay?” Simon finally asked after giving them both a moment to recover.
“I think… I’m blind.”
Simon lifted his head to look at her and smiled. “Your eyes are closed, sweetheart.”
“Oh.” Her eyes fluttered open to see Simon’s lazy dark eyes looking down at her. “Phew…that was a close call.”
Simon gave her a slow grin and pushed back her hair. “Are you really okay?”
Paula turned into his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. “Never better.”
He leaned down and kissed her curved lips before rolling over on his back, bringing her along so she could curl up to his side. “Well. That was…pretty amazing. We’re going to have to do that again…and very soon.”
She chuckled as she snuggled close to him. “Just amazing?”
“Alright… beyond amazing.” He kissed the top of her head, breathed in her vanilla scent.
“Simon?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think… Do you ever think about the night we shared together? You know, that one night… when Isabella was conceived?”
“I actually have been thinking about it a lot lately,” he murmured and pulled her even closer. “But I barely remember it, to be honest.”
His second statement had depressed her, but it was the truth for her as well. “Me too… It happened so quickly that night.”
“Well...” He kissed her forehead again. “Remember how we were supposed to forget that night? And just… move on like nothing ever happened?” She nodded. “Maybe that’s why we don’t remember it too clearly.”
“Maybe…,” she sighed.
“You know, that night was beyond amazing too. Although I may not remember it… at least I have you now, here in my arms.” He nuzzles her neck again, before pulling back slightly and giving her a soft kiss. “That’s our past, let’s look forward to our future.”
Paula laughed, “Does our future have nights like this?”
He only chucked and stroked the side of her face. “I’ve fantasized what it would be like,” he blurted out after a moment of silence. “Being with you again…touching you like this again. My fantasies never came close to the real thing though.”
Amused, Paula tilted her head up so they could look at each other. “That’s good to hear. Are there a lot of different fantasies?”
He let out a laughing groan. “Oh yeah.”
“Really?” She rolled herself over until she was fully stretched out on top of him. “I’ve had my share of a few fantasies myself.”
Simon lifted a brow. “Really now?”
“Mhmm.”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
She gave him a sly grin and gave a quick nip of his bottom lip. “Why tell you…when I can show you?”
Simon groaned when she wiggled her naked body down his, trailing her lips down his neck. “Oh, god.”
“We have all weekend to…share our fantasies.” She paused from kissing his chest and flickered her eyes up to his. “Why don’t I go first?”
“By all means.” He let out a shudder when her breath tickled his stomach. “Ladies first.”
Chapter 15
After Paula fulfilled her fantasy, which included doing fabulous things with her mouth, an hour later Simon and Paula found themselves sitting in the middle of his bed with an open box of cold pizza, left over from the night before, between them. A fresh bottle of wine was opened and was now being passed between them as they took their drinks straight from the bottle. They weren’t completely naked at the moment, but weren’t completely dressed either. Paula had thrown one of his shirts on while Simon tugged his loose jeans on.
“Hey, save some for me, luv,” Simon chuckled when Paula was being a little greedy with her share of the wine.
Suddenly, he grabbed the bottle of wine right when she was still taking her drink. Paula sputtered out a laugh as she tried to keep as much wine as she could inside her mouth. “Simon,” she laughed after she successfully swallowed her share. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“That’s what you get for hogging, darling,” he said, before taking a sip and then leaned over to set it on the bedside table. “I think that’s enough anyway…don’t want you to get all giggly on me….”
Paula laughed, “Whatever Simon, I do not get all giggly…”
“Yeah…okay, Paula,” he said with a roll of her eyes and only laughed when she smacked him on the leg.
“You know…sometimes I really don’t like you, Simon.”
“Really?” he asked, intrigued as he picked up another slice of pizza. “Not too long ago you were loving the hell out of me downstairs in the kitchen.”
Paula smirked. “Yes, you’re a lot less annoying when you’re banging me against the refrigerator.”
Simon choked on his pizza. “Paula,” he managed with a laugh, swallowing the rest of his food. “You’re so bloody romantic.”
She fluttered her eyelashes. “Why thank you.”
Simon only chuckled as he tossed his half eaten pizza back in the box before tossing the box aside onto the floor. “Get over here,” he demanded as he tugged her against him then rolled her over on her back. “It seems I already want you again, sweetheart.”
Paula smiled up at him, “Is that so?”
He sighed as he buried his face in her hair. “Mhmm…you’re like an addiction, Paula… I just can’t seem to stop wanting you.”
She shivered at the warm breath caressing her throat and wrapped her arms around him. “Do you want to stop wanting me?”
“Hardly,” he groaned as he trailed his lips down her neck to her chest, then breathed in deeply as he rested his head against her heart. “I’m just not use to it, I guess.”
“I know what you mean,” she said as she continued to play with his hair.
He was silent for a moment, and then lifted his head to look at her. “You do?”
Her fingers slid down to the side of his face. “Yes. It’s never been like this before… I mean even though I’ve been married twice, I’ve never felt this way… this want, this need, this, this, addiction. I should be plenty satisfied by now.”
He smiled softy. “But you’re not?”
“Nowhere close,” she said then sighed when he started running his lips down her jaw. “All you need to do is touch me.”
“Oh yeah?” he said laughing with her as he nipped her ear. “Paula?” A hand snuck down her body and gripped the hem of his shirt that she wore.
She eagerly arched her body, helping him remove it in one long pull. “Yes?” she answered before meeting his seductive lips with hers.
“It’s the same for me,” murmured against her mouth. “Touch me… that’s all you have to do and I want you so much I’m nearly mad with it.”
Paula shivered at his words. “Well…in that case.” Her hands traveled down his muscular back and tugged the denim over his hips. “Let’s go mad together.”
“Brilliant plan,” he said as he quickly helped her wriggle himself out of his jeans.
They rolled together, playfully almost as a few laughs spilled out from the both of them. He would roll her on her back, assault her throat with mischievous kisses until Paula would roll him right back over repeating the process to him.
Slowly pulling back slightly, Paula whispered, “So you never told me what your fantasy about me was?”
Simon only smirked. “Well… I’ve imagined my hands on you when you’re all wet and slippery,” he said.
“Really now?” she asked as she got up to her knees then yelped when Simon grabbed her arms and yanked her off the bed. She laughed, wrapping her legs around his hips while he carried her to his shower.
He indulged himself in a few kisses as he carried her to her shower and when he got there she thought he would put her down so he could turn on the water. Instead he simply held her up with one arm while he turned the knobs with the other.
“Hot,” she said into his ear before sinking her teeth into his lobe. “I like it hot and steamy.”
Simon groaned, she was surely going to be the death of him.
She giggled as she ran her lips frantically over his neck and shoulders while he stepped into the glass shower that was the shape of a large rectangle. There was an extra showerhead but he didn’t bother to turn it on since he planned on touching her at all times. He set her gently on her feet under the hot spray and their arms wrapped slowly around each other as their lips met for a slow, lazy kiss.
“Wait,” he said leaning back and grabbed her body wash. “Let me get my hands all soapy.”
“Don’t forget to share,” she said holding out her palms.
He winced. “…I’m going to smell all girly,” he complained but put some into her palm.
“Considering what you get to go through to smell all girly…” She placed her soapy hands on his shoulders and slowly, slowly trailed them down his chest, then spread her fingers over his hard stomach. “I think you’ll survive.”
Her touch made his whole body tremble from head to toe. “Probably right,” he managed to say, his voice all thick with desire. “Get over here.” He spun her around, pulled her against his chest and cupped her breasts with his hands. “This…this is what I wanted.”
She sighed lazily as she reached back with both hands and linked them at the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered close while she enjoyed the feel of his warm, wet hands on her body. With one hand still at her breast, he glided the other down to her belly, then down farther still until his finger dove into her hot center.
Simon groaned in approval while Paula moaned in delight. “God…you’re already wet.” He plunged in another finger, loving how she moved urgently against his hand. “You respond so easily to me.”
She groaned as his fingers continued bringing her higher, higher. “It doesn’t take much with you,” she gasped when he pressed his finger against her clit. “All you have to do is touch me, remember?” she managed to say.
He groaned at that as he pulled out his fingers, turning her around and crushing his mouth to her, muffling her sound of protest. He backed her up against the wall and with his mouth never breaking rhythm, he lifted one leg up to his hips and drove himself deep inside her.
After three long hard thrusts, Paula came since she had been so close before. She cried out, gripping his shoulders while he pounded himself into her. “Oh, god…Simon!”
Their slick wet naked bodies rubbed together while Simon quickened the pace, now desperate for his own release. Simon lifted her other leg on his waist so he now pinned her against the shower wall with hard thrusts of his hips. “Paula,” he gasped as his hips were now lightning fast, almost to the point of animalistic.
Paula let out a loud sharp gasp when she felt a quick stab of pleasure rip through her. “Simon, I’m gonna…oh god!”
The pleasure was almost unbearable as he felt her clench around him for the second time. After one more solid thrust he slapped a hand on the tile as his whole body felt like it would crumble into a million pieces. He buried his face in her hot damp neck, groaning her name while he slid both of them to the shower floor. Both gasping for breath they slithered out to their sides, neither of them paying mind to the water that was beating down on them. Their limbs were still tangled as they laid together on the tiled floor, neither of them having the strength to move or the breath to talk.
Simon closed his eyes as he tried to get his heart rate back to normal but was having a difficult time. As far as he was concerned, he just had the best sex of his life. No question. Sex had always been great with Terri or his plentiful of other girlfriends, but it never left him like this… weak and breathless. It never shattered him the way it did just a few moments ago with Paula. As the hot water beat down on his aching body, he couldn’t help but wonder what Paula was thinking. So he asked her.
She was silent for awhile but then managed to roll herself over to him. “I was thinking that was the best sex I ever had.”
With his eyes still closed, Simon’s mouth curved. “Funny…I was thinking exactly the same thing.”
He shimmied herself up to him so he could kiss her. “Now that we seem to have our legs back…why don’t we go downstairs and we’ll take a breather to watch a movie.”
“Okay…I guess we do need a tiny break if the weekend is always going to be like this.”
Simon groaned. “God help us if so…I don’t know if we can survive another encounter like that.”
“I’m willing to risk it if you are?”
Simon sighed in adoration, cupping her face gently with his hands. “My Paula…always so small, but very brave.” He cut off her laughter with his lips as he rolled them over on the tile floor.
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