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Simon readjusts his right arm where it’s hooked around the underside of Grace’s left thigh, settling his hand just inside of his hip bone. He takes a deep breath and dips his head down, licking a broad stripe up Grace's cunt from entrance to clit. On either side of his face, Simon can feel Grace’s legs seize and from above him he lets out a deep groan.
If his mouth weren’t preoccupied already, Simon would smirk. And speaking of preoccupied…
Simon follows the same path one more time, slightly slower to really savor the taste of Grace over his tongue, never mind the fact that he’d been doing this for thirty minutes already. Grace keens and Simon can feel his hands make a home in his thick black hair. They don’t pull yet, but Simon is sure they’ll get there quickly.
Perhaps it was a little cruel to get back into it only thirty seconds after making Grace come, but Simon can’t really bring himself to care about that. Not when he’s making such beautiful noises.
He begins sucking insistently at his clit, forcing a louder cry from Grace’s throat and making his hands clench a little. Simon can feel Grace try to buck his hips, but even with one arm it’s trivially easy to hold him down, such is the difference in their strength.
“Simon- Simon, please, it’s too much.” Grace whines.
He lets up on his efforts with a huff, just long enough to reply, “You can handle it. I know you can.” He immediately gets back into it, licking once and sucking at his clit for a moment longer. In contrast with the unforgiving pace he sets with his mouth, Simon takes a moment to gently rub his hand over Grace’s lower stomach encouragingly.
Grace whimpers, high and pathetic, but doesn’t protest further. Simon’s sure his scalp would suffer the consequences if he was truly displeased. Adorable, Simon thinks briefly, as he switches gears.
Rather than endlessly stimulating his clit and finishing this all too quickly, he shifts his attention lower and licks at, then into Grace’s entrance. Already more than prepped from the half hour they’ve already been at this, and the three previous orgasms, it’s easy to push his tongue in and flick it across slick walls. Grace whines and flexes his thighs, barely holding onto enough restraint to keep from suffocating his partner.
He does allow himself a slight smirk now, sure it shifts his facial hair across the inside of Grace’s thigh in a way that won’t help his steadily rising pleasure. If Simon is being honest, it’s getting harder to ignore the insistent hum of pleasure eating away at him, but in this moment, for Grace, it’s easily worth it.
Simon keeps at this endeavor for a few minutes more, occasionally pulling back to lick over Grace’s clit in a way that he’s sure is torturous. Grace’s moans become more high pitched the longer it goes on and at some point he’d even locked his ankles together, one over the other. His hands in Simon’s hair can hardly stay still for longer than a moment, always readjusting and pulling slightly, barely keeping from clamping down around the locks and really yanking.
Once Grace’s legs really begin to shake, Simon returns to sucking his clit into his mouth and working over it with his tongue.
Grace cries out and moans, “Simon, Simon, Simon,” over and over, voice getting breathier with each repetition until it hitches, turning into a drawn out whine.
That’s how Simon knows he’s got him. He takes a deep breath and redoubles his efforts in drawing that pleasure out of Grace. With the hand he has located over his lower stomach, Simon presses down right where he knows will heighten the experience and drive Grace crazy.
Sure enough, his efforts are rewarded as Grace lets out one more strained cry and comes. His hands finally fully grip Simon’s hair like he’s trying to pull it out and his thighs clench around his head, making it impossible to draw away, not that he ever would. After a few more seconds of tormenting Grace’s clit, Simon changes pace to a much calmer lapping motion, letting him come down from his high without the shift being too abrupt. He’s already sure to be feeling completely overwhelmed.
Grace’s thighs and hands slowly untense, allowing Simon to pull back at last. He unwinds his arm from around his thigh and pushes himself up, adjusting his legs so that he can kneel between Grace’s.
Looking up he sees Grace’s hands covering his face, breath still going a mile a minute, interrupted here and there by hiccups and hitches. A few tears slip out from underneath his hands and Simon leans forward, holding himself up with his arm and placing one knee outside Grace’s legs, so that he can get his face up next to his. He darts his tongue out to lick up one of the tears, startling Grace into pulling his hands away from his face. He quickly wraps his arms around Simon, who kisses him deeply. He licks into his mouth, allowing Grace to taste himself on Simon’s tongue.
It almost has Simon’s hand reaching down between his own legs, but he continues to resist the urge, still focused on Grace.
He pulls back after a long moment of passion and Grace sniffles, tears still falling down his face from how overwhelming it all is. Simon touches their foreheads together. “Doing alright?” He breathes out. “It wasn’t too much?”
Grace shrugs and smiles gently at him. “Maybe a little, but nothing I can’t handle.” He sniffs and closes his eyes for a second, causing a couple tears that had built up in his eyes to fall. “It was really good. I love you, Simon.”
“Love you too.” He replies and presses another kiss to his lips, much more chaste than the last. “I can’t fucking believe how gorgeous you are when you cry.”
Grace chuckles and wipes a hand over his face. “I’d hope you like it. It’s your fault.”
Simon hums and shifts one knee up to press into Grace’s cunt drawing out a gasp from him. “Think you can handle one more?”
“You’re incorrigible!” Grace laughs through a couple hiccups.
“I’m not hearing a no.” He kisses at the underside of Grace’s jaw occasionally managing to find another tear to lap up.
“Oh fine.” The faux long suffering tone draws a smile out of Simon. “Only because I know you haven’t come yet either, and don’t think I’m going to let you get away with that.” Grace brings a hand around from Simon’s back to pull him in for another kiss.
When they break apart again Simon murmurs, “Now that sounds like a deal.”