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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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His tongue sought mine, pushing roughly past my lips, delving quickly into the warmth of my mouth.

I thrust my tongue twice against his before I pressed my palms on each of his pecs, giving him a good hard shove.

"I’m still mad at you," I huffed, pushing the hair out my eyes with my right hand as I eyed him seductively.

"Allow me to make you madder, then," he said, reassuming his place in front of me as his lips swooped down to meet mine again.

I moaned as his pelvis crushed against mine and I whimpered when his hand wrapped roughly around my neck, allowing him to thrust his tongue farther past my lips.

I grasped the material of his thick Armani jacket between my fists, pulling him closer against me as I pushed myself up on my tiptoes, needing to be closer to him…to feel all of him against me.

He moaned as he shifted all his weight forward, pinning me sensually between his body and the wall.

I felt a flood of warmth between my legs as my arousal grew almost instantaneously.

I furrowed my brow before I pushed him off of me again, panting.

This time I moved away from the wall, distancing myself from him.

I licked my lips as I stared at him with ardor, panting heavily.

"You want me?" I asked playfully. "Come and get me."

And with that, I took off, running as quickly as my two legs would take me, darting in and out of rooms, ducking past walls, skirting past corners.

If he wanted to fuck me, he was going to have to work for it.

I screamed as I nearly barreled into him and quickly made a 180, turning and running in the opposite direction.

I glanced quickly over my shoulder as I heard his footsteps growing louder; he was gaining on me.

I couldn’t tell if the look of concentration on his face expressed amusement….

Or if he was royally pissed.

Either way, this was kinda fun.

Reaching out he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him, causing us both to tumble down onto the ground.

I screamed as my body collapsed beneath his, and I laughed when he held me down, grasping my wrists and pinning them above my head.

He smirked.

"I’ll make this easier for you and go ahead and declare myself the winner," he grinned, his face inching down towards mine.

I acquiesced, and his mouth met mine immediately.

I parted my lips as he traced them with his tongue before delving inside, tasting and exploring, caressing the roof of my mouth and the backs of my teeth, plunging in and out relentlessly.

His grip loosened on my wrists and as I worked my magic with my mouth, I wiggled my hands free.

Waiting for just the right moment, I made a quick escape, pushing myself from underneath him and running from him again, even quicker this time.

He chased after me, laughing, as we made circles around the island in my kitchen, making an unspoken challenge, daring the other to make the first move of attack.

When I began to feel dizzy from the circling, I made a break for it, running back towards the living room, when I heard a crash from the hallway.

"Shit, Simon!" I called out. "Are you okay?"

Silence.

"Simon?"

No response.

I quit running, bending at the sides a bit as I attempted to catch my breath.

"Simon, did you hurt yourself?" I asked, retreating slowly back towards where I heard the crash.

When I peeked around the corner I saw Simon lying on his side, making no movement at all.

"Oh God, Simon!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side. "Shit, what the hell…what did you do?" I asked, kneeling beside him.

At that exact moment he jerked up, grabbing me and slinging me over his shoulder in one swift motion.

"AAHH!" I screamed, pounding my fists into his back. "That was SO not funny! That is SO against the rules!"

"Who said we had rules, love?" he teased as he ascended the stairs.

"Simon!" I exclaimed again, pummeling my fists harder and harder.

"So do I win?"

"Win? No you don’t win! You cheated!" I laughed.

He slapped my ass once, hard.

"Do I win?" he asked again.

"N-no," I replied, barely able to answer through my laughter. "You are such a little prick."

"But such a good fuck, right?"

I smirked, refusing to answer.

"Right?" he prodded.

Again, no response from me.

He slapped my ass.

"Right, Ms. Abdul?"

"I guess you’re an okay fuck," I replied deviously.

"An ‘okay fuck’?" he echoed. "I’ll show you an ‘okay fuck’."

With that he pushed past the door to my bedroom, slinging me down on the large, willowy bed.

I panted as I watched him discard his clothes.

He shrugged off his jacket, revealing the starched white shirt underneath, partially un-tucked.

He looked ruffled and unkempt and positively delicious.

Not that I’d ever admit that to him.

I sat up slowly and turned my back to him, sliding the zipper down the back of my dress, as he shed the rest of his clothing as quick as he could go, it seemed like.

But I wanted to take my time.

He stood naked in front of me as I slowly slid the zipper farther and farther down, writhing a bit for him as I allowed my manicured nails to tickle the flesh being revealed to him.

His erection practically grew stiffer with each inch uncovered.

"Goddammit, Paula, you take way too long with this," he exclaimed with frustration as he dove onto the bed, quickly unzipping the dress the rest of the way and pushing it off my shoulders.

I smirked.

There was nothing like making him impatient.

I turned around as I shimmed the dress off my shoulders, allowing it to fall around my waist, revealing to him a very see-through lacy black bra.

He was practically salivating as he leaned back to survey my body.

Locking eyes with him I reached behind me, gently undoing the clasp on my bra, allowing it to fall off with ease as my breasts were bared to him.

His eyes traveled up and down slowly, taking in each inch of my exposed skin.

I moaned, wondering how long he was going to stare and when exactly he was going to take me.

He reached forward cupping my right breast in his hand.

He studied it, caressing it softly in his palm as he rubbed the hardening nipple with his thumb.

"Perfect," he muttered, so low it was barely audible.

He cupped my left breast with his other hand, giving it the same treatment as he lifted his body, straddling me.

I moaned as he touched me so tenderly, as he took the extra care to make me feel beautiful.

I laid back on the bed, resting my arms above my head as he leaned down with me, his hands still on my breasts.

He leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over and over it.

I arched my back, pressing both my breast and my pelvis into his body, as I moaned throatily.

His tongue circled my areola, and I whimpered softly when he nibbled on my nipple before smoothing it with his tongue again.

My hands tangled themselves in his hair as I pulled him closer to me, needing to feel the entire weight of his body pressing into mine.

He pushed himself back into sitting position as he worked to pull my dress and thong the rest of the way off of my body, dropping them carelessly to the floor.

Starting with my hipbone, he kissed all the way down my right leg to my ankle, where he tenderly removed my left shoe. He took my now naked foot in his hand, rubbing its sole with his palm, tenderly kissing the ball of my foot.

He then laid my right leg down and gave identical attention to the left; starting with the foot and making his way back up towards my hips.

I sighed contentedly, allowing myself to become fully caught up and lost in the moment.

We’d done this (and by this, I mean sex) countless times, but somehow, this time was different.

Maybe it was the moment, or the atmosphere.

Maybe it’s that my strong anger emotions had now completely transformed into lust and dare I say- love.

I threaded my fingers in my own hair as he bit down softly on my inner thigh, causing me to writhe.

His hands were gripping my hips, tilting them in perfect symmetry, allowing him the access he needed.

I arched my back, my legs spreading involuntarily as the all familiar moisture began to soak my folds.

He flattened his tongue along the junction between my hip and thigh, tasting and caressing more tenderly than he ever had before.

My eyes drifted shut as the sensations consumed me.

I’ve never been one to take a lot of time in bed.

Sex has always been something I’ve enjoyed, of course, but the tender lovemaking part always made me uneasy.

Maybe it stems back to my insecurities about my body.

Or maybe it’s because lovemaking is so much more personal than sex in such an emotional way.

And it’s those kinds of emotions I rarely ever let my partners see.

I could never be sure.

But, I realized in that moment, Simon was the only person that I allowed to do this, to explore me and my body in such a detailed way.

Simon was the only person I allowed to know me intimately not only as a lover, but also as a person.

He’s the only person who I feel the need to hide from.

He’s the only person I let my guard down for.

Which is ironic, because three years ago, he was the one person who caused me to build my guard up as high as it would go.

How did he do this? How was he able to completely transform me in such a disturbing yet, wonderful way?

And how did he know, most of all, that he was the one piece of the puzzle that had always been missing from my life?

I mentally laughed at myself as these cheesy revelations ran through my mind.

When I opened my eyes again, Simon was towering above me, the color of his eyes now black, his pupils enlarged.

His nostrils flaring slightly as the flush in his cheeks became all the more prominent.

I removed my fingers from my own hair and wrapped them again through his, pulling his face to mine.

Our lips met in a searing kiss, my tongue pushing past his lips, devouring his mouth in a way that left us both breathless.

I pushed my weight forward, rolling our bodies swiftly so that I was now on top.

I rested my weight fully on top of him as I cupped his face between my hands, kissing him with more ardor and passion than I had ever kissed a man in my entire life.

He moaned as the intensity grew between us and he cupped my ass, slowly trailing his short nails up and down along the backs of my thighs.

His ministrations sent tingles spiraling downwards to my toes and I shivered, consumed by both hot and cold at the same time.

I was wet with want and desire and somehow he knew that, as our eyes met, he picked me up, softly placing me on my back, resting my head on the plushy pillows.

My breathing intensified as he held my gaze, his hands traveling the vast expanse of my flat abdomen, exploring my tender flesh.

His hands softly caressed as I reached above my head, gripping the headboard as he spread my thighs, positioning himself between them.

Not blinking, I held our eye contact as he pushed himself into me and I gasped as he filled me completely.

He groaned, his breathing becoming more labored as he stilled inside my tight walls, never breaking our intense gaze.

"Ready?" he asked breathlessly.

"R-ready," I breathed, swallowing hard.

Slowly he began to move inside of me, pulling out and pushing back in softly, slowly.

I clenched my abs, contracting around him when he’d fill me again, releasing when he’d pull out.

Our tempo was slow but steady and I thrust my hips, easily matching and settling into his rhythm.

Our rhythm.

He towered over me, resting most of his weight on the strong arms perched on either side of my waist.

His head dropped down, licking and savoring my breasts, nipping the sensitive flesh his mouth found there.

I tilted my hips slightly below him, allowing a newer and deeper penetration than before.

He groaned as he pushed farther inside of me, our thrusts now gaining momentum.

My whole body was becoming tingly as I gasped for breath, his hard cock pressing harder and deeper inside of me.

Slamming over and over…

And over.

My nails dug into the flesh on his biceps as I spread my legs wider, my throbbing center receiving his thrusts as they began coming faster.

Suddenly he pulled out from within me and I watched with confusion as he laid back, pulling me on top of him.

Raising a wiry eyebrow at him, I decided after all the times he teased me, it was time for a little payback.

He watched me curiously as I purred at him, flattening my body on top of his as I slithered down him slowly, forming an "o" with my mouth as I breathed hot puffs of air between his pecs and down the plane of his stomach.

The hair on his chest and arms rose visibly, and I could feel the goose bumps covering his masculine body.

I gyrated my hips over his hard cock, which was still slick with my juices.

He groaned, involuntarily thrusting against me as my open mouth met his skin, trailing my lips down past his bellybutton, making sure to pay extra attention to his obliques.

"Paula," he gasped as his hands found my head, his fingers lacing themselves through my hair.

I flattened my tongue on his skin, tracing the outlines of his hips, deliberately bypassing his throbbing erection as I made my way down to his inner thigh.

"Paula, gawwd," he growled, his hands clenching and unclenching my hair.

I smirked as I nibbled lightly on his inner left thigh and moved ever so gently in the direction of his cock.

Gently, I caressed his cock, licking his balls as I did so.

Carefully I took one completely inside of my mouth, rolling it tenderly with my tongue.

He quivered above me as I used my thumb to massage the head of his penis.

"Paula," he gasped again, and I smirked, being torn between tortuously carrying this out or climbing on top of him and riding him till my heart’s content.

Gingerly, I placed tiny kisses up the underside of his shaft, making my way to the tip.

I lifted my head, pausing right above his solid penis.

I parted my lips again; allowing my hot breath to tease the head, his hips bucked again as my tongue tenderly snaked out, forming gentle circles around the tip.

I could taste the salty precum, mixed with my own juices, and I licked my lips, memorizing the flavor of our intermingled essences.

He grunted, his hands gently pressing my head downwards, begging me to make contact with his cock.

Acquiescing, I took the head inside my mouth, my lips twirling around it. I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft, as my hand pumped the base.

He gasped as my head bobbed with his thrusts, and as I tasted more of the precum, I decided I’d been patient long enough.

I needed him inside me again.

He whimpered when I removed my mouth and I climbed up, spreading my legs over his cock, preparing to sink down.

I leaned forward, nibbling softly on his ear and he gasped as I pushed my hips forward and back, sliding his cock between my folds.

Simultaneously I suckled the lobe, smiling deviously as his gasps became more frequent and drastic, his hands reaching blindly for my ass.

He gripped it tight between his hands, his finger softly massaging the tender area of my anus as my hot mouth made its way down his neck, stopping and focusing on the one spot I knew was his favorite.

"You can open your eyes now," I whispered as I pushed myself back up, preparing to sink down on him.

His eyes opened and he watched me through leaded lids as I positioned myself above him, sliding down just so his head was the only part penetrating me.

He gasped but didn’t break the eye contact, our eyes remaining locked on each other as I sank down completely on him.

I moaned as he filled me again, my eyebrows creasing in concentration as I rode him like a stallion, once again matching the rhythm of his now fervent thrusts.

I bounced up and down as he filled me, deeper and deeper with each penetration, when suddenly, I felt the feeling consume me.

The prickling, tingling, engorging, swelling feeling.

The feeling that any minute now, I was going to explode.

And I did.

But this time, Simon exploded with me, both of us bursting into screams of sheer pleasure and ecstasy, as the feeling of not only climaxing, but climaxing together, consumed me and I shouted his name instantaneously, over and over, my own personal mantra of sounds…of sighs of pleasure and desire fulfilled tumbling past my lips.

His cock still strained inside of me as he rode his orgasm out, moaning and sighing with relief as my core was filled with his warm liquid and at once I collapsed on top of him, my cheek landing on his chest, sticky and glistening with perspiration.

I gasped, so incredibly short of breath I wondered if I’d quit breathing all together, and quickly deciding that if I were going to die, I wanted it to be this way.

Post-orgasm, but most of all, in Simon’s arms.

I almost gagged at myself when the thought crossed my mind and I stifled a giggle, knowing if Simon knew what I was thinking, he’d tease me for being so incredibly cheesy.

So I meditated on it silently as we continued to gasp for breath, our heaves finally slowing down as steady breathing was regained.

He placed a single kiss on the top of my head and I rolled off of him and onto my side, curling up next to him.

He sighed and pushed the strands of hair that were matted to my face away, gently kissing my temple and then my forehead before he laid his head back down on the pillow.

"So this thing about being an "okay" fuck…" he began.

"Yes?"

"You take it back?"

"Hmm, should I?" I replied coyly.

"If you were to tell the truth, you would."

"And what if telling the truth involved me not taking it back?

"Then you’d be wrong."

"Oh, would I?"

"Don’t make me prove it again."

"Mmm, don’t tempt me."

He chuckled and reached down, pulling a thin sheet up around us as I snuggled up closer, breathing in his scent.

"Well, as much as the thought of you having to prove it again is tempting…" I said, "I’ll admit you’re better than ‘okay’."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"So I’m…."

"You’re…"

"Fabulous, astounding, amazing, or your personal favorite, phenomenal?" he offered.

"Mediocre," I interjected.

"Gee, thanks," he said dryly. "How about magnificent, instead?"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"So, you’re saying I’m magnificent."

"You’re a smart man, Cowell, draw your own conclusions," I teased.

"Sometimes even intelligent men, such as myself, like things spelled out for them," he said, and even though I wasn’t looking at him, I knew he was pouting.

With a smile I pushed myself up, leveling my face with his.

"Yes, Mr. Cowell, you’re magnificent, fabulous, astounding, amazing, and yes…even phenomenal," I smiled, kissing his lips gently.

"I knew it," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and allowed my elbows to buckle, falling back down gently at his side.

We laid there silently for a while, the whirring of the overhead ceiling fan the only sound that could be heard.

His fingers trailed lightly up and down my forearm and I closed my eyes contentedly, feeling myself starting to loose consciousness, drifting off into a light, gentle slumber.

But his voice awoke me.

"Can I stay the night with you?"

My eyes reeled open at the question.

"Aren’t you leaving for London in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Then you’ll need your stuff," I offered logically.

"I have it with me."

"You do? Where?"

"In my car."

"You’re already packed?"

"Yessss," he drawled. "I had a feeling I wouldn’t be spending my last night with Terri."

I titled my head upwards to look at him as he smiled knowingly back down at me.

"Then by all means, of course you can," I replied gently. "Don’t you remember what I said earlier this evening? ‘Mi casa es su casa’."

"Ah yes, but I think you mean it a little more seriously now."

"You’re intuitive, Mr. Cowell," I replied dryly. "Very intuitive."
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