The last of the any knots had long been brushed out, but Leonine still ran the comb through those golden locks of Simon’s.  This had become a nightly ritual.  It wasn’t unusual for the man’s hair to tangle over the course of a long day, and it was always his lady’s pleasure to comb it for him before retiring.  There was little in this world more satisfying than ending a day with the gentle care of the woman he loved.

Eventually, the comb was sat to the side, and Leonine’s arms wrapped around Simon’s waist.  She let out a wistful sigh as her cheek rested by his shoulder blade.  He eased into her embrace, allowing her to hold him as she wished.  It amused him how cuddly she found him, almost as much as it amused him that she still couldn’t keep her hands off of him.  Her fingertips idly traced over the firm ridges of his abdomen, then gradually moved upwards towards his chest.

Leonine swore the man was solid muscle.  There was not a bit of give as she pressed her fingers against his pecs.  No matter how many times she felt him up, that thrilled her to bits.  Reluctantly, she pulled her body away from his, but only enough so that she could position both hands on his chest to give it a squeeze.

“Again?”

Simon was right to chuckle.  The two had already had a bout earlier in the evening after supper.  Their little routine was supposed to be followed by sleep, as it was the perfect way to wind down.  Yet sometimes, the intimacy was so great that emotions did escalate.

“My dearest Simon,” Leonine said, resting her chin on his shoulder as she shamelessly groped him.  “Have I ever told you how much I love your body?”

“Nearly as often as I’ve told you I love yours.”

“Well, ‘tis true.  I simply cannot get enough of you…”

The index and middle fingers of both hands rubbed circles around the man’s nipples, teasing the buds until they hardened.  Once peaked, they were pinched and tugged.  She rolled them in her touch, causing a heavy, yet content sigh to fall from Simon.

“So, yes.  Again.  Lay down,” she said to him.  She withdrew her hands so he could oblige, then crawled atop him when he was flat on his back.  Without being instructed, both of his hands were placed behind his head, leaving his impressive, wide chest on full display for her.  She was elated that he was so compliant tonight.  Usually, he was reluctant to be the one doted on.  She figured at this point that he was too relaxed to challenge her.

Leonine’s palms were smoothed across the expanse of skin again, up past his shoulders, then linked behind his neck so she could lean down and press her lips to his.  Though hers were covered, he still relished the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his firmer ones as they kissed.  He was not granted long to enjoy it before she shifted so her mouth could wander lower.

Kisses began at his jaw.  Her fingers threaded through his hair as her lips claimed his neck, not having the slightest care if the way she nipped and sucked at the skin would leave marks in the morning.  Simon would surely gripe about it later, but in this moment, it felt too good to deny.

Leonine smiled at him as she lowered her face to his chest.  She peppered kisses all over, from his clavicle, down his sternum and on either side.  Her eyes locked then with his as she swirled one of his nipples with the tip of her tongue, well aware of how much it flustered him.  Simon knew he could not talk her out of this kind of affection.  He was just as guilty of behaving the same way towards her.  Nor could he deny that it was pleasurable, as much as he hated to admit it.  She raked her teeth over the sensitive skin, before taking it into her mouth.  As her lips and tongue caressed the one, she thumbed at the other. 

A groan was caught in his throat, and he knew not how much longer he could stand her teasing him.  He was fully recovered from their romp earlier by the time she began on the other side.  The passive mood that he had been in courtesy of her lulling him by playing with his hair was long gone.  His vigor had returned, and no more could he allow his woman to do all the work.

“Lee.”

Simon’s voice was so gruff when he spoke her name that Leonine lifted her head at once.  He caught her by surprise by grabbing her by the waist and pulling her forward.  Her gown was quickly drawn over her head, and with the hold he had on her back, he brought her chest to his face.

“Simon!” she squeaked upon feeling him catch her nipple in his mouth.  “Belmont, you scoundrel!  I was not finished with you!”

There was no retort, for it would require Simon to release her breast and he had no intentions of doing so.  One arm hooked around her so she wouldn’t wriggle away; the rough hand of the other palmed at the breast he was not orally assaulting.  Incensed, she tried to push him away, but it only resulted in him tugging her nipple and making her whimper in pleasure.

“Oooh!  Stop!  Let me go!”

He complied, but only to focus on the other side of her chest.  Leonine huffed as she squirmed atop him.  He could feel the evidence of her arousal on his bare skin, whether she wanted him to know how much she enjoyed this or not.

Simon was swift as he reversed their positions and pinned her to the bed beneath him, turning her protests into squeals and giggles in an instant.