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Simon's mind raced in time with his heart as he took the scene in. Aileen was clothed in dark pants and a maroon tank top, her feet bare. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail that swept gracefully over one shoulder. The woman's eyes were locked on the screen, her lips parted ever so slightly. On the screen, a man and a woman indulged their carnal lusts with a brunette who was handcuffed to a four-post bed.
Suddenly aware that she was being watched, Aileen craned her neck around and caught Simon's eye. For a moment both held completely still, holding their breath. Then, mercifully, Aileen cracked one of her famous grins.
"That's some hot stuff you've got under that bed, horndog," she said.
Simon rolled his eyes as he strode nonchalantly into the room, undoing his tie and hanging it on his tie rack. "What the hell are you doing going through my stuff?" he asked, mostly kidding. He tried to turn his body so that his hard-on would be camouflaged, but it was to little avail.
She clicked off the TV, standing up. "I'm just making sure that my buddy's movies aren't too naughty for him, silly," she said, winking. Simon winked back and lunged for her, tackling her down onto the bed amid shrieks of surprise. He then proceeded to exact his revenge in the form of tickles.
Aileen writhed uncontrollably and began to do the same to him, straddling his waist and raking her fingertips down his sides. She felt an incredible rush of energy, a combination of sexual arousal and the sudden exertion. Her eyes were fiery and intense.
In one smooth motion Simon reached under the bed, pulled out a pair of furry handcuffs, and secured Aileen's arms behind her back. He rolled himself on top of her, his arms on her heaving shoulders, his eyes locked on hers. He breathed deeply and steadily. One of his shirt buttons had popped off in the melee, exposing the top of his chest.
"Gotcha," he said, smiling softly, his eyes never leaving hers.
She was silent as she lay under him, her wrist cuffed together under her, her blood pounding through her veins. She realized just how turned on she was, just how much the years of teasing had built up between them. Her lips parted as she felt his hardness against her leg, hot and insistent.
Aileen thrust her face up, her lips connecting with his. Kissing was a shock of energy. She let her head fall back, a devilish smirk on her lips.
"You've got me. Now fuck me, Simon," she said.
Simon did not hesistate. His heart thundering, he undid his shirt and threw it behind him. Aileen breathed a little deeper as she saw his bare chest and arms.
"Let me touch you," she whispered. Simon reached around her back and freed her right wrist, leaving the cuffs hanging from the left. Aileen's fingers explored his torso, caressing the curves of his muscles and tracing up and down his sides. She drew her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, at the same time pulling his head down to meet hers. Their lips parted and their tongues entwined. Simon made small, involuntary thrusts with his hips, making Aileen moan softly.
"I've wanted you for so many years," he whispered into her ear. She nodded, gasping as he flicked his tongue over her earlobe and traced a pattern down her neck.
Simon slipped her tank top off and held his breath for a moment, gazing at the glory of her chest. He dipped his head down and passionately nibbled at her left nipple with his lips, careful not to use his tongue yet. Aileen raked her fingers through his hair as he began to make small licks all over her breasts. He caressed the insides of her thighs with a large hand, painstakingly making his way toward their intersection. Her body shuddered as he made contact with the center of her, still encased in two layers of fabric. Their eyes locked.
"How do you want it?" Simon asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
Aileen's chest heaved as she concentrated on his hands.