" Forgive me father , for I have sinned ... " she begins , fingertips tracing the outline of his abs through tight - fitting shirt; " your body no longer the only one I'm willing to WORSHIP . " Prayer is whispered against the skin of his collar bone , her tongue drawing shapes across tanned flesh .
His composure is still somewhat existent as whispered words weave through heated air— the touch of her fingers even through thin fabric of his shirt a pleasant reminder of things experienced in the past. A chuckle manages to spill from his throat as her tongue meets his flesh, and he’s quick to place his tawny fingers at the small of her back, leading her into his lap.
“ As flattered as your words make me, dear Carolynn, I don’t think prayer is necessary here. ” Hands travel slowly from the small of her waist and down to her hips, lingering for but a moment before slender fingers roam back up her rib cage.
She had come a long way since her stuttering mess had come to his awareness, but he could not, in truth, say that he didn’t like the few time when she had initiated affections. Corners of his mouth quirk up into a somewhat lopsided smile as a dull wave of pleasure quivered through his form— she was still learning the spots he favored, but the clumsy exploration was almost part of what got him going.
Hands move over the sides of her breasts, taking away her access to his neck as he croons forward to capture her lips just as palms cup her cheeks. Her milky skin was warm to the touch— the weight of her in his lap a consistent reminder of how her body molded against his own. Simeon lets his kiss linger until he feels the indication that she needs to pull away for air, but his lips only trail to the corner of her mouth and down along her jaw, finally moving down to mouth at her neck.
“ You are quite like an addiction, darling Caro. ”
