Rain taps softly against the windowpane, dark clouds covering the nearly black sky while somewhere along the horizon, the stars still glimmer faintly. Your apartment is quiet, almost too quiet… if it weren’t for the muffled gasps, the quickened breathing, and the sound of skin against skin.

Inside the bedroom, candlelight flickered gently through the darkness. The curtains were drawn shut, the window left slightly ajar as cool midnight air drifted through the room. A quiet rhythm lingered in the air bare skin brushing against the sheets, hands getting lost in the softness of the fabric.

Simon still wore his black hoodie, the hood resting low over his head, his mask concealing his face as though the darkness itself might betray who he truly was. His eyes gleamed faintly as they lingered on you beneath him. Grey sweatpants hung loosely around his knees, exposing the powerful lines of his muscular thighs while his rough hands settled carefully against your hips. He had only just returned home from the gym

The delicate fabric of your nightgown rested loosely against your body, the hem drawn slightly upward, leaving your legs and the warmth between them exposed to the cold air curling through the room.

There it was again another breathless sound escaping you, your fingernails clutching helplessly at the sheets beneath you. Simon’s large hands moved slowly along your waist, firm yet unbearably gentle as he guided himself deeper into you.

A soft gasp slipped from your lips at the feeling of him, your body tightening around him while his thumb traced slow circles across your abdomen, He can feel his length under his thumb inside you. And when he finally felt the full warmth of you around his length, his grip tightened just enough to draw a quiet, trembling moan from your lips.