Simon Says (Friends and Lovers) Read Online Free

as he leaned in once more to kiss her.
    All thoughts of fleeing dissolved as the need to obey him overwhelmed her resistance. She needed this more than she was willing to admit. She hadn’t had sex in three years, not since Paul, and she was starved for physical intimacy. She shuddered as horrible memories tried to surface and she ruthlessly shut the door on that time in her life.
    Simon set Gwen away from him, placing her at arms length. His gaze burned as he studied her body from head to toe. The air was cool after the heat of his body and her skin prickled. She was panting after his kisses and her breasts jiggled with the movement of her lungs. The silk caressed her nipples and she whimpered pleadingly.
    "Show me your breasts. Unwrap them for me, but don’t remove the top."
    She hesitated for the briefest of moments. In a dim recess of her mind, she recognized that she had one last opportunity to end this before it went any further.
    "Now, Gwen," Simon commanded her. His tone wasn’t harsh, but neither was it gentle or coaxing. He expected her to obey.
    Gwen reached for the ribbons between her breasts and pulled. As the silk draping her body fell away, so did her resistance.

Chapter 3
     
    She was breathtaking. Her skin glowed in the moonlight. The shadows on the patio served only to spotlight Gwen so that she alone was the star.
    As the ebony silk fell away from her lush, full breasts, Simon released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. She had to agree to this. He’d never forced a woman and he wasn’t about to start, but he needed her like he needed breath in his body.
    It had been so long since he’d had a woman, especially one that interested him and who clearly wasn’t a victim. Gwen was strong, funny and confident. She was fighting her desire for him and he wasn’t sure why. There would be time to delve into her secrets, but right now he just wanted her to accept that she would be his. More importantly, that she wanted to be his.
    Whatever the cause of her resistance, she was fighting herself not him and it was critical that she give herself to him. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t take it. Some wouldn’t recognize the difference, but he wanted her submission not her defeat.
    She stood before him patiently, the silk of her top pooled around her hips. She’d followed his directions exactly. Her nipples were pebbled and jutted from her body. Her eyes were closed and she panted slightly as she waited.
    "Play with your breasts," Simon said, "I want to watch you touch yourself."
    Again, she followed his instructions without hesitation. She began first to cup and massage her breasts. Her hands were small and her breasts spilled out of them. She began to rub and pluck her nipples. Tugging gently, before squeezing and rolling them.
    Without warning she sucked both pointer fingers into her mouth. She took the glistening digits and rubbed her saliva over the distended tips of her breasts. Simon’s cock, already hard, surged under his jeans and what blood remained in his body pooled in his groin.
    She was magnificent. A heady mix of innocence and seduction wrapped in a delicious package.
    "Come to me, Gwen," Simon held out a hand to her.
    She moved toward him, her breasts swaying with each step. She placed her hand in his and he led her over to the heavy wooden table. When he’d bought it, he’d only thought about hosting backyard feasts with his friends, but he planned a feast of a whole different kind tonight.
    He lifted Gwen and placed her on the table leaning back slightly on her palms. Her skirt slid up her thighs as she settled herself and he could see that she wore thigh-high stockings. Creamy skin glistened in the moonlight where moisture dusted her inner thighs. She was drenched.
    Simon stepped between her legs, forcing them wide to accommodate him. He trailed gentle fingers over the tops of her stockings before stroking firmly over her pussy. The thong she wore was soaked and she