“That was the last time I ever cut,” I whispered.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He kissed my head.

****

It was two a.m. when I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. Simon was rolled over on his other side as I quietly got out of bed and went to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. I lifted up the sleeve of my robe and looked at the scar on my arm.

“Is everything okay?” I heard Simon’s voice say.

“Yeah. I was just thirsty. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He walked over to me, took my arm, and brought it up to his lips, kissing my scar.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to be ashamed of it. It was an accident. Come back to bed, and I promise to make you feel better.” He smiled as his lips touched mine.

I nodded my head and he swooped down and picked me up.

Before I knew it, the alarm went off. Simon moaned as he reached over and turned it off. I was snuggled against his body and fell asleep with my head on his chest. He had given me two more orgasms before going to sleep. He sent me into dreamland and I was scared that all of this was only a dream.

“We need to get up and get ready for the meeting.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I’m nervous, Simon.”

“There’s no need to be nervous. Let’s go take a shower.”

I held the sheet over my naked body as he climbed out of bed. He was just as sexy in the morning; his hair slightly messed and his face stubble, which had grown more overnight.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get that sexy ass out of bed and join me in the shower.”

Stepping in first, Simon held out his hand to me. After I stepped in next to him, he reached over and slid the glass door shut. His hands massaged my breasts as his lips tended to my neck. I reached down and took his thick manhood in my hand. He moaned as the hot water streamed down our bodies and my hand slowly but firmly moved up and down his shaft. He threw his head back as feral sounds escaped his lips. It was my turn to pleasure him in the best way possible. My tongue slowly moved across his chest and down his torso, dipping into every crevice of his masculine six pack. I didn’t think he could get any harder than he already was, but I was wrong. I continued my journey down his happy trail, licking and softly kissing until I reached his manhood. Slowly taking him in my mouth, he sharply inhaled as his fingers fisted my hair. As I moved my mouth up and down his length, he began to thrust his hips.