I Want You, Simon

Samira and Simon are sitting on the couch in Simon's house. Samira is on his lap. She faces him and they're kissing with the TV in the background. He's wearing an open button-up shirt, and she has on another of his shirts. Her hands are holding onto the sides of his shirt, occasionally reaching under the shirt to feel his skin.

He pulls her closer by her hips, and begins slowly and carefully unbuttoning each fasten of the shirt on her body. Her arms wrap around his neck as she gently grinds into him. Once he had reached the bottom button, it suddenly had issues with undoing it.

They stop kissing and look down at that final button. Samira looks concerned at his lack of ability to open a button, when Simon decided to just rip the button open. Samira giggles in shock and delight.

"Eager are we?" She raised an eyebrow

Simon doesn't respond, but instead begins kissing her body, starting at her neck and continuing down to her chest. The only clothes she wore under the shirt was a black lace bra and panties. He kisses her breasts. She moans in arousal. She pushes his face into her breasts and shakes it around for a few moments. He comes up for air, red faced and smiling.

"Oooh, getting dirtier than usual tonight,"

"Well, I know how you like it... Daddy." She licks her teeth and presses her chest onto his.

"I...love it when you call me that." He breathes softly onto her face, then bites his lip "Say it again,"

"No." She bites her lip and smiles devilishly

"I beg your pardon?" He raises an eyebrow

"Then beg." She speaks directly his ear

"I," he starts tickling her at her waist "don't beg,"

She laughs and squirms uncontrollably. While one hand is tickling the other lifts her head to expose her neck, and he gently bites it.

"Ah! Stop!" She laughs

"Yeah? You want me to stop? Then beg." He bites her neck again, giving her a hickey while continuing to tickle her.

His cold hands travel down to her thighs, with his leg snug in between them, he could feel her throbbing core, as she slightly rubbed against him, in her attempt to feel closer. He moves her onto his erect phallus.

They start kissing again and she starts grinding into him.

"Daddy Petrikov..." she sings mischievously

He looks at her with his eyelids halfway covering his eyes, the pleasure so intense that he could barely keep them open.

"Yes?"

She giggles, loving that he chose to answer to this name. "Can I do something to you?"

"You already are."

"Can I do more?" She giggles again. He nods, but Samira retorts with "I need to hear you say it," slightly mocking, but mostly serious

"Yes," he breathes out, laying his head back

She gets off of his lap, and he reaches out for her, grabbing at the empty air. He lets out a small whimper, from no longer feeling her warm body on him. She lowers herself to his pants and undoes them, and slightly lowers his underwear. Simon's head snaps up, as he feels her in that region.

"What are you doing exactly?"
She laughs again and says "Blowing a whistle," she responds and places her mouth on his phallus

He throws his head back once again, her lips were so soft, and her mouth so warm and wet. While it was inside her mouth, she licked the tip with her tongue, slowly and carefully. She slowly pulls it out of her mouth with a loud pop! She kisses the tip and then begins to trail her fingers up and down the shaft, only lightly stroking it on all sides. She places it back into her mouth and grabs it with her right hand, pumping it in and out of her mouth and rotating her wrist in circles as she moved her hand up and down. She begins gripping his thigh and starts tapping it, only every other moment. She removes the phallus from her mouth for a moment, saying "Look at me,"