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What about you isn't the sweetest he's ever tasted? Sweetest he's ever felt? You fill this man's sense with the sweetest things he's ever had.
Touch
The way your gentle hands slide over his various scars like he's the most precious thing you've ever held. How you hold him and cling to him when he's giving you all he's worth, fucking you into the mattress.
If it were up to him, he'd never be out of your arms. Or your delicious and soaked pussy.
Smell
Bloody hell...
The first time he used your thighs as ear muffs that was all he could think of. That and how badly he could happily die there, surrounded by your smell.
For a bit, he didn't even really touch you - besides his hands clutching your thighs to hold you in place. When you squrimed nervously? That is when he allowed himself a taste.
Taste
Like warm honey or the sweetest candy he'd ever had. He tried to focus on the task at hand (preparing you for his thick cock), he promises, luv. But fuck, if it didn't take all of his effort to not just run his tongue over you repeatedly for a while, dipping in every once in a while just to taste your honey straight from the source.
Simon's not one to get so lost in tasting a woman's sweet pussy. But you? You're nothing like he's ever had before...
Sight
What about the way you look isn't sweet? From the way you look up at him adoringly to when your eyes are locked on his, mouth open just a bit, as he pushes into you for the first (of many) time that night. He can't get enough, he'll never get enough, and he never wants to "get enough". He wants to drown in all of your sweet expressions, always.
Sound
"Honeyed words" doesn't even come close to how he would describe your voice and the way you talk to him. You moaning? Man's lost, he's gone.
Crying out for him while he's pounding into you, arms drapped over his shoulders? Simon's gotta focus on not coming right then and there. There's no better sound in the world to him (not until you tell him you love him, at least).
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"Pussy so good, you're in love?" - That's not even the half of it. Every part of you is so sweet that he's addicted and will never get enough. Yeah, maybe he's ready to put a ring on your finger. So what if he's never thought of himself as the marrying kind?