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Simone awoke to the feeling of featherlight kisses being traced down her back. Her bedroom was bathed in the golden light of the early morning sun and the feeling of long, elegant fingers softly holding onto her hip brought back memories of the night before. Of fingers digging into soft flesh. Of searing kisses and broken moans.
The fingers on her hip moved, slowly traveling across her abdomen and up towards her chest, creating small circles as they went and she could feel goosebumps spread in their wake.
The hand reached her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. Simone shivered as she turned on her back, her gaze landing on the disheveled form of Emmrich. The duvet was pooled around his waist and she ran a hand through the salt and pepper hair that decorated his chest.
“Good morning, handsome,” she whispered as her hand traveled up around his neck, pulling him down so that their lips met.
He sighed into the kiss, coming up to rest on his left arm. His right continued to explore her body, traveling from her right breast to her left, pinching her nipple - earning a quiet moan as response.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he moved to kiss along her jaw and down her neck. She tilted her neck, giving him better access. Heat was already pooling in her stomach and her need for him was as insatiable as always.
“Good morning, my heart,” Emmrich replied between licks and nips as his mouth traveled further down her body. “I hope you had a good night's rest.”
His hand traveled further down, coming to rest at her hip bone.
“I had,” she replied breathlessly just as his mouth found her stiff nipple. “The best in years.”
“I'm glad.” At that his hand moved again, slipping between her thighs and finding her already wanting. She could feel him smile against her breast as he slid two fingers inside.
“Maker…” she gasped as he slowly began moving them in and out.
Her right hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other tangled in the bedsheets. This was a morning routine that she could definitely get used to.
Suddenly Emmrich moved and she whined at the loss of both his mouth and his fingers. She looked at his through half-lidded eyes where he was kneeling beside her, his cock already hard and glistening.
His eyes were roaming across her body, a satisfied smile dancing across his lips. “You are a wonder,” he said earnestly before grabbing her leg and positioning her so that her legs were on either side of him. “If you were a goddess, I would pray at your altar for eternity.”
He then bent down, kissing the tattoo she had in the curve where her stomach met her hip. She inhaled sharply as he moved to lay down, placing kisses down her pubic mound and then dragging his tongue along her labia.
“For whatever feast you'd allow me -” the tip of his tongue swirled around her clit -”or just the fraction of the nectar you deem me worthy.” Two fingers were pushed inside just as took another long lap at her sex, sucking at her clit and then doing the same thing again.
Her breath hitched as he began his meticulous ministrations with the same attention to detail as he did everything else. Her hand shot out and tangled in his hair and her hips began bucking as she felt herself rush all the more closer to the edge.
“Fuck…” she moaned as he curled his fingers and hit just the right spot. “Shit, Emmy… I'm coming!”
Her back arched off the bed as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her and his name was on her lips in a desperate cry.
Emmrich crawled up, placing gentle kisses along her stomach and chest as he moved. “I love you, Simone,” he whispered before kissing her softly.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She could taste her release on his tongue and she groaned.
He then sat up, grabbed hold of her thighs and pulled her down towards him. He notched the head of his cock against her entrance, meeting her gaze hungrily. But he didn't move until she gave him a barely perceptible nod.
At that he pushed inside, filling her in one swift move. The moan he released was the filthiest sound she had ever heard and it drove her insane. She loved hearing all the noises he made and they made her incredibly turned on.
“Maker, Sim… “ he groaned as he pushed her legs up and leaned forth, her legs now resting against his shoulders as his arms rested on either side of her. “You are divine.”
Simone raised her head to kiss him. “Let me hear you,” she ordered as he began thrusting deeper and harder.
It was as if her words made him completely lose whatever semblance of dignity he had left, as the groans and moans that passed his lips was filled with every ounce of desire he had for her.
“Come for me,” she moaned as she reached between them, touching herself so that they would reach the precipice together.
Emmrich opened his eyes and held her gaze as his thrusts became sloppier and they both moaned each other's names as waves of pleasure crashed over them as their orgasms peaked.
Emmrich collapsed beside her, slowly pulling out as he gathered her up in his arms. “I could start every day like this,” he stated breathlessly as he kissed her.
“That makes two of us,” Simone replied lovingly as she snuggled closer to him. “That reminds me, mother has invited you to Sunday dinner this weekend.”
Emmrich pulled back and gave her a quizzical look. “I beg your pardon?”
She chuckled. “You heard me. She insists, by the way. She has already instructed the cook to make everything vegetarian.”
He looked at her for a long time, as if contemplating whether she was truly pulling his leg or whether she was honest.
“Okay. I fear I have little choice, by the sound of it,” he mused. “Does this mean you've told your… parents about me?”
Simone arched an eyebrow. “Sure. I've told them everything.”
“Everything?”
“Well, maybe not everything,” she replied wryly and rested a hand against his chest, slowly tracing the tattoo he had there. “They don't need to know how effortlessly you can make me scream.”
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Some things are best to keep inside the bedroom, indeed.”
Simone grew quiet. “Does that mean you'll come? I know I said she insists, but if you don't-”
“I would love to.” He sounded completely certain. “And I would love the opportunity to meet the people who raised you.”
Simone could feel the tension lift from her shoulders. Ever since telling her parents that she'd met someone, they'd insisted on her bringing them over for dinner.
‘Sunday dinner, Ona. Tell him I insist. He is a vegetarian, isn't he? Tell him I'll have the cook prepare food he can eat. Does he drink wine? Red or white? Or maybe rosé? Or does he drink beer? I can have Heinrich buy some. Does he have any allergies, by the way? Peanut or lactose, or something like that? I do not want him to get sick. How does he feel about cheese? I was thinking of some cheese later in the evening. I'll have Heinrich buy your favorites. Do you still prefer Merlot? Or has that changed? I can never keep up with you kids. Oh, Nico and Max promise to be on their best behaviors. I told them August would have them clean out the furnaces otherwise. You know how much they hate that.”
“Darling, are you alright?”
She blinked a couple of times, her mother's voice dying out. “Sorry. Just remembered something. So, Sunday, 5 o'clock? I can pick you up.”
“No, no. I'll pick you up, and you can focus on looking stunning as usual, my heart.”
“You're impossible,” she chuckled.
“I've been called worse.” He replied softly, kissing her. “Now, come, we should get to work.”