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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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“Are you going to tell me what you thought of me on SNL, or not?” Simon asked, sporting that all famous pout.

I opened my mouth, but quickly snapped it shut, pretending to rethink my response in an attempt to make him paranoid.

“What?” he asked.

I giggled.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me!”

“I don’t have to tell you anything!”

“Yes you do!” he said with a laugh, fingers snaking out to trail up and down my sides, tickling me tenderly.

“No,” I shrieked defiantly between giggles, “I don’t!”

“Fine, I’ll just force it out of you,” he said, using both hands to tickle me mercilessly.

“Aaah!” I screamed, jumping up and making a quick get away, running from the den to an adjoining room.

Spotting a doorway to his lawn, I ran quickly in that direction, and out his glass pane door, on my tip toes.

He was quick on my heels, and I shrieked as I felt him gaining on me, his hand reaching out, but just missing the loop on my jeans as I zipped past the hot tub, nearing his large swimming pool.

A squeal escaped my lips as I slightly lost my balance, teetering over the edge as Simon neared me.

Before I could regain my balance, he was diving at me, plunging both of us into the deep end of the pool.

My shocked scream was muffled by the loud splash of the water, as we fell in.

We both surfaced immediately, taking one look at each other and bursting into laughter.

I swam quickly to the shallow end of the pool, trying to get away from him.

He was right behind me, grabbing me by my waist and pressing me to the nearest wall.

Suddenly his face fell serious, and I quickly forgot what was so funny in the first place.

With a sudden overwhelming desire, we reached for each other fervently, our mouths meeting with blazing ardor as we opened to each other, allowing our tongues to stroke each others vehemently.

Mmm, he tasted good.

A mix of mint and toothpaste and...well…chlorine.

With a growl he moved us to the pool steps, forcing a muscular thigh between my slender legs as I straddled it.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me as close to him as humanly possible, as he explored my mouth.

I ground down on him, gyrating my hips, trying my hardest to massage my clit through our drenched clothes.

My mouth fell to his neck, sucking hard on the slick, wet skin I found there.

I latched onto a sensitive spot, biting down hard with my teeth, and then massaging with my tongue.

Meanwhile, Simon was sliding his hands underneath my soaked clothes and bra, his fingers meeting my already hardened nipples within seconds.

The aching between my legs was already more than I could bear, and I ground harder, needing to feel more pressure between my thighs.

Not bothering to undo my shirt, Simon ripped it apart, buttons popping off and flying everywhere.

I groaned as I quickly discarded the soaked article, pulling myself closer to him as he skillfully undid the clasp on my bra.

A moan escaped my lips as his mouth wasted no time capturing a nipple.

Sucking.

Biting.

Nibbling.

I groaned and arched my back, pressing my breast into his mouth.

He broke the contact, looking up at me devilishly, propping his chin on my chest.

“Tell me.”

“No,” I challenged him, shaking my head with defiance.

Using one of my free hands, I cupped my other neglected breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple between my fingertips.

He momentarily forgot about our little game as he paused, observing my actions.

“God Paula, I love it when you do that.”

I stifled a grin.

I knew that would distract him.

“Oh yeah? What about when I do this?” I asked, using my other hand to reach down and cup his erection through his damp jeans.

“Mmm. Yeah, that too,” he moaned.

“Or this,” I asked, using both hands to undo his jeans and slide them off his hips. The trousers floated down to the bottom of the pool as I grabbed his erection, now full and standing proud, stroking up and down heartily.

“Oh God,” he groaned, his voice dropping an octave.

I smiled, knowing I was now the one in control.

The one with the power.

And I liked that.

He wrapped his large hand around my small one, as we pumped, long and tender strokes, up and down his shaft.

His cheeks were already starting to become flushed and I removed my hands from beneath his, and slid them under his shirt.

I raised the hem of it up, encouraging him to raise his arms.

When he complied I hastily slid the drenched shirt off of his masculine chest and over his head, carelessly dropping it into the pool.

I took a second to admire the way his chest looked, glistening with water droplets that clung to his soft chest hair.

Leaning down I lapped at his chest, licking it clean of water, and taking a nipple between my teeth, nipping at it tenderly and giving identical attention to its twin.

“Paula,” he growled, fumbling with the snaps on my jeans, struggling to undo them

I reached down, our fingers tangling as we both worked to unsnap the stubborn button, successfully pushing them and my panties quickly off my hips, and slinging them across the water.

Completely naked, we studied each others bodies, admiring the way the pool light reflected our shadows on the floor of the pool.

Rolling us over so that I was now beneath him, his mouth fell on mine again, his kisses more urgent as his hard erection pressed against the inside of my thigh.

I groaned as he ran a finger up and down my inner thighs, lightly brushing my lips, but not moving between them, before sliding down the other thigh.

I groaned, sinking down in the water towards his teasing fingers.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“No,” I managed to mutter.

Suddenly he reached between my lips, pinching my clit hard, causing me to yelp with surprise.

Or pleasure?

Both, I decided.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“Fuck me.” I said, my tone sounding more like a desperate plea than I had intended.

I braced myself against the cool tile as I spread my legs wide, preparing myself for him.

A quick intake of breath slipped between my parted lips as he pressed his steely cock between my pussy, rubbing the head of it teasingly past my opening and over my clit, before moving back slowly.

“Tell me,” he insisted.

“Fuck me,” I growled, opening my eyes to meet his intense gaze.

With that he slammed his cock hard inside of me, barely giving me time to adjust to his size.

My screams of surprise and shock mingled with his sounds of pleasure, as the delightful sensations shot through my body, causing me to nearly lose control.

“OH GOD!” I screamed out as he began to move inside of me, a little deeper each time.

“Shh,” he said, pressing an index finger to my lips, and then kissing them softly. “We don’t want the entire city of Los Angeles to hear you.”

God, I loved the way he said that.

Los Ange-lees.

Mmm, so sexy.

With that he thrust harder into my core, my gasps growing louder and more intense each time he slammed into me.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as he continued to pump harder and harder inside of me, my legs flailing around him before wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer inside of me.

My ass bumped and scraped roughly, uncomfortably, against the concrete steps as he slammed into me; however, the intense pleasure greatly outweighed the pain.

“God,” he growled. “Oh God. Oh God! Oh God!!” his actions became more frenzied as he neared his climax.

I slipped a finger between my lips, fastening my fingertips onto my clit as I squeezed it and massaged it.

He reached down and pushed my hand away, taking over in pleasuring me.

“Tell me,” he demanded, pinching my clit.

My hand returned to its placement on his shoulder, joining the other, as I dug my nails into him, so, so close to the edge.

I defied him with silence as I captured his mouth with mine, tongues battling against each other, thrusting in and out fervently, imitating our intimate actions.

My head fell back, exposing my neck, as his mouth reclaimed its previous placement on my sensitive skin.

I kept my eyes open, staring at the vast expanse of the dark sky, lit by the bright, full moon.

The image caused some of my lyrics to float lazily through my mind.

Lookin’ up at the midnight sun, w hile you’re making love to me.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter.

“Bollocks love, I’m coming,” he warned with a groan.

I clenched my inner walls around him, doing my best to bring him to an orgasm he wouldn’t forget.

I felt his cock tighten, then explode, as he squirted his hot seed inside of me with a scream, warming my inner walls.

The clenching of his cock and the sounds his orgasm brought me quickly to mine, and I literally exploded, my orgasm so intense it was almost supernatural.

Both continuing to ride the lasting waves of our pleasure, we convulsed together, repeating each others names through heavy breaths.

With the final sensations of my orgasm dying down I shuddered, falling into his arms as he rolled us back over, so that I was on top once again.

Laying my head against his strong chest, he wrapped his arms around me, cupping handfuls of water and softly pouring it onto my back.

I kept my inner walls clenched, still grasping his member, determined to keep him inside as long as possible.

I breathed him in, taking a moment to drag my lips across the smooth skin of his shoulder and collarbone.

He smoothed the wet pieces of hair plastered across my forehead away from my face, placing kisses where the hair had been.

With a smile I leaned back, taking a moment to look at him and kiss him softly on his lips before moving out of his grasp, diving under the water to retrieve the clothes we had removed.

When I resurfaced with all the discarded clothes, Simon was standing above me, dry towel in one hand, his other hand holding up the towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

I hoisted myself up on the ledge, taking the towel graciously from his hands. I began to dry myself off, but he stopped me.

“Let me do that,” he said, tucking the corner of his towel in, so it would stay put on his hips.

I stood motionless as he gingerly toweled me off, paying special attention to my breasts and my ass.

When he concluded I was dry, he wrapped the towel tightly around my chest, tucking it in as he had done around his waist.

“I have dry clothes inside,” he offered as I wrung out our drenched ones.

“No,” I declined before he could finish his sentence. “I should be getting home.”

I paused.

“Besides, Terri will be home soon, right?” I asked.

He only nodded in response.

I offered him a smile, silently assuring him that it was okay.

I placed both hands on his chest, leaning in and capturing his lips softly with mine. Our tongues mingled, tasting each other for the last time that evening, then I gathered my keys and made my way to my car.

“Oh and Simon?” I said, turning around to catch him before he went inside. “I thought you were phenomenal.”

“I know,” he responded with a broad smile and a wink, before he disappeared behind the closing door.
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