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This Time Around	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He smirked.

Did he really think I didn't want him?

I studied his expression for a minute, committing it to memory.

His hair, tousled and still damp from the hot tub.

His eyes, black from arousal.

His lips, red from the kisses we had shared.

My eyes traveled down to that perfect little cleft in his chin.

A small smile played on my lips as I traced it with my index finger, admiring it.

It wasn't normally something I found attractive on men. But something about it on Simon just...added to his overall sexiness.

He removed my finger from his chin, kissing the pad of it softly, then slowly sucking my finger into his hot mouth.

"Mmm," I moaned, closing my eyes.

My head fell back against the wall with a soft thud as Simon ran his hands up the inside of my t-shirt, easily untying my bikini top.

My eyes grew leaden as he lightly pinched my nipples, causing me to groan.

"Simon," I whispered heatedly.

"Yes?'

"No...no more teasing. Please," I begged as I opened my eyes to look into his.

With that he kissed me tenderly on the lips and then hoisted me into his arms, carrying me upstairs.

"Which one?" he panted, looking back and forth down the hall.

"Third door on the left," I responded, lethargic from this overwhelming arousal.

I closed my eyes again, leaning my head against his strong chest. I could feel him using his weight to push my door open.

I opened my eyes when he slung me down on the bed, collapsing on top of me.

I had never seen his eyes so dark. They were almost black, his pupils huge.

It made him even sexier, if that's possible.

I had never desired a man as much as I did Simon at that moment.

I didn't know if it was love, or lust, or the final release of sexual tension. Maybe it was all of it...or maybe it was just the fact that I hadn't slept with anyone since Colt left me.

Either way, it left me with a need stronger than I had ever felt.

And only Simon could fulfill it.

I smiled at Simon before his open mouth came down on mine.

Images of the fantasy clip flashed through my mind.

I could actually picture our lips on each other, my mouth opening wider as I allowed his tongue inside.

Surreal.

I broke into a wide grin, breaking the kiss.

"What?" Simon asked, amused as he pulled back to look at me.

"I was just thinking about the first night we kissed. You had me so turned on, but I never thought I would admit that to you," I said meekly.

"Do you know how bad I wanted to fuck you that night?" he asked as he peeled my shirt off, only leaving my untied swimsuit.

I only moaned in response as he captured a nipple in his mouth, nibbling and sucking gently as he massaged its twin.

"It was all I could do not to throw everyone out and take you right there on the table," he continued as he lapped at the valley between my breasts. “I even remember commenting on how you’d be good in bed.”

And you’re about to find out, I thought as I arched my back, encouraging him to take my breasts into his warm, inviting mouth.

Instead he teased me, nibbling around my left nipple and then kissing his way to the right one, but never fully taking them in. Then he trailed tender kisses up my chest and past my jawline where cupped my face in his hands, capturing my lips with his.

Tumultuously we rolled over so that I was on top; the contact between our lips never broken. His hands made their way from their placement on either side of my face lower and lower to cup both of my full breasts. He massaged each nipple simultaneously as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into my inviting mouth. I arched my back as far as I could, pressing my breasts into the warm palm of his hands.

The intensity and need between us grew stronger as I reached down to cup his erection through his swim trunks, which was pressed hard against my right thigh. A deep moan escaped the back of his throat as his lips made a fiery trail down the column of my throat to my collarbone, where he sucked the soft skin between his teeth, biting down gently and then massaging the tender flesh with his tongue.

He repeated this process until my skin was inflamed from his ministrations.

“Oh God,” I moaned as my eyes rolled in the back of my head, my nails clutching his strong shoulders as his hands slid down the length of my torso, where the tips of his fingers hooked in the waistband of my cotton shorts and bathing suit bottoms.

With one swift motion he rolled us over and slid the clothes off my hips and down my slender legs, tossing them haphazardly on the floor. Straddling me, Simon used his thumbs to rub slow, inconsistent circles on my inner thighs, temptingly close to the center of my desire. I reached down to clutch his hands, urging them closer to my need.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he watched me writhe beneath him. I opened my heavy eyelids to study him.

Strong build, pensive, passionate eyes, jaw clenching from the unreleased desire that consumed him. For a moment time stopped and I felt as if I could barely breathe.

He was so intense.

So strong.

So passionate.

So…him.

He collapsed on me, his lips capturing mine with undenied passion. His tongue snaked past his lips, encouraging me to open mine. Willingly I complied as our tongues touched and met stroke for stroke. Blindly my hands made their way down his strong back to the front his trousers. I tugged at them desperately, needing to feel his hard cock buried inside of me. He helped me pull the shorts off quickly, and I admired his strong cock, now fully erect and standing proud. I stroked it, running my finger over its head. He groaned as he moved my hand away, pushing my arm behind my head.

“Don’t tease me Pawler,” he growled.

My breathing became even more labored as he slid his fingers into the slippery wetness of my folds, his fingers lightly circling my throbbing bud. The corners of his lips curved into a half smile as I spread my legs wider for him, then his face disappeared between them. My hips jerked off the bed as his teeth clamped down on my clit, his tongue circling and devouring it as small screams rolled over my lips. My fingers laced in his thick black hair as his tongue snaked out again, devouring my juices before it delved into my core. My hips began to buck off the bed at the contact and he placed his hands on either side of my stomach to steady me.

The only sound that could be heard were my heavy breaths as I stared up at the ceiling, intense pleasure coursing through me. I ground my hips onto his face, needing to feel him deeper inside of me. My own hand made its way down to my clit as I stroked and squeezed the throbbing bud. He pushed my hand away, determined to pleasure me all on his own. Removing his tongue from my vagina, he softly kissed his way along the inside of my thigh, making his way to my navel where he dipped his tongue in and out rhythmically.

He then continued his path upwards, trailing tiny kisses between my swollen sensitive breasts. The sensation of his soft, fine chest hair against my skin turned me on even more, and suddenly I couldn’t wait another minute to have him inside of me.

The head of his cock rubbed up and down between my dripping lips as I spread my legs wider, guiding him to my entrance. My eyes fell shut as I felt the head begin to enter, but he stopped suddenly.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I opened my eyes slightly.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said, as his eyes locked on mine as him impaled his cock into my depths.

When he was fully buried he stilled, allowing my inner walls to stretch in order to accommodate his large shaft, our eyes still on each other. Slowly he began to move inside of me and pleasure coursed through my body, my heart pounding.

“Paula,” he said, and I opened my eyes again to find his face centimeters from mine. We kept our eyes open as we tasted each other, our tongues imitating the intimate actions of his cock.

In and out.

Out and in.

Our movements became more frenzied as he began to slam into me, primal instincts taking over. My nails dug into his back as he thrust harder and harder, sweat pouring from both of our bodies. I spread my legs as wide as I could, allowing him to slam as deep as possible.

I became lightheaded as I felt my climax nearing and I squeezed my eyes shut, flashes of white light sparkling behind my eyelids.

Images of Simon over the past three years floated through my mind. That man, that very man who I had hated, despised, learned to tolerate, became friends with, and fantasized about was now buried within me.

I was one with Simon Cowell.

With one deep thrust he brought me back to the present as the head of his cock hit my cervix and I spiraled into orgasm, screaming his name as my body convulsed beneath him. He continued to thrust harder and harder and I knew his own climax was coming as well.

“Gods, Paula…love…I’m coming...” he moaned as his thrusts came quicker and quicker and I braced myself for what was coming.

“Oh God!” he exclaimed as his hot seed spilled inside of me and we both shuddered at the intense feeling of what we had just shared.

With that he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

I, too, fought to catch my breath and my eyes followed the spinning ceiling fan as I rode out the lasting waves of my orgasm.

My hands trailed lazily up and down his sweat drenched back.

Neither of us spoke a word.

We didn’t have to. What had just occurred between us could not be topped with words.

He rolled off of me and turned on his side to face me, lightly tracing the curves of my waist and hips.

Touchdown, I thought with a smile .
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