She let out a lungful of air. He reached out to trace her lips, his finger following the line where pink fullness gave way to flesh. She pursed her mouth, kissing it, then her tongue peeked out to taste him. The gesture sent the blood straight to his cock. He allowed himself to fantasise for a moment, picturing those full lips enveloping him, as her hair trailed down his thighs. It was electric.

‘Do that again and I won’t answer for my actions.’

She stared at him, her eyes wide. Then, deliberately, she grabbed his hand, bringing his finger back to her mouth. This time she sucked him inside. It was like sliding against velvet. Warm and wet. Jesus Christ, did she know what she was doing to him?

He flipped her over on the bed, her back landing on the mattress. Straddling her hips, his knees either side of her, he grabbed her hands, lifting them over her head. The movement made her chest rise up, her bra visible beneath the open buttons of her dress. Her skin glowed in the soft light of his bedroom.

When he looked at her he half expected to see shock in her eyes. Instead there was a strength that surprised and gratified him. His action hadn’t surprised her at all, he’d done exactly what she’d wanted him to.

What he’d wanted, as well.

She was the one pinned on the bed, but she was the one in control, too. Just one word and he’d let her go. A different kind of word and he’d hold her so close she wouldn’t be able to breathe.

‘I’m going to take your dress off now.’ Starting with the hem, he slowly lifted it over her body, revealing first her legs, then her stomach, and finally her chest. She shifted on the mattress to free up the fabric, until he lifted it over her head. Then she was lying there in front of him, in her bra and panties.

Slowly, he allowed his eyes to roam her body, taking her all in. From the mole on her upper thigh to the soft undulation of her belly. The way her nipples were pushing against the lace of her bra. Just above the waistline of her panties her skin turned from pale to golden. He ran a finger along the divide, marvelling at her smoothness. Then he was touching her all over, allowing his hands to roam, across taut skin and muscle, then to the softer, warmer parts.

Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra. She was shaking beneath his touch. Not afraid though, no, definitely not that. Or no more fearful than he was about where this was going.

‘I’m not going to have sex with you tonight,’ he told her. The way she winced gratified him. Knowing this girl – this beautiful, clever girl – wanted him, was like a shot of adrenalin to the veins. But this thing growing between them was too delicate right now. He wasn’t willing to break it by moving too fast.

‘You’re not?’

‘I am going to touch you, though. All over.’

‘What if I want to touch you, too?’

She ran her palm down his bulging jeans, curving her fingers to squeeze him. He bucked against her involuntarily, her touch taking him to the chasm between pleasure and pain. It was a relief when she unfastened his jeans, allowing his cock to escape the denim. Then she grabbed him again, this time circling her fingers around him, and it brought stars to his eyes.

‘Be my guest.’ His voice was guttural against her breast. Then he sucked her in and she cried out. He slid his hand inside her panties, and she was wet, so wet. His fingers sought her out, his thumb circling her until she started to moan. Her own hand fluttered on him, moving up and down erratically, squeezing his tip as she did. But even without rhythm the pleasure was almost unbearable. It took everything he had not to grab her hand and force it into his shorts.

Her hips were circling now, moving in time to his thumb. He slid a finger inside her, then two, noticing how warm she was, how tight.

‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop.’

‘I’m not stopping, baby.’ He lifted his head from her chest. She looked fucking glorious, her head tipped back, her lips full and open. Still moving his fingers inside her, he pressed his mouth against hers. She kissed him back feverishly, her tongue curling against his, her breath warm and short when they parted.

‘I’m going to come.’

She didn’t need to tell him, he could already feel her tightening around him. He flicked his thumb harder, moved his fingers faster, tasting her pleasure as he kissed her again.

Her mouth dropped open as she lifted her hips up, her eyes wide as she stared at him. She convulsed around his fingers, her tightness only making him harder, and tiny little breaths escaped from her lips. He curled them inside her, wanting to prolong her pleasure. It was only when her body dropped back onto the mattress that he slowly slid them out.

She was still holding his cock, though.

‘You’re fucking gorgeous,’ he whispered against her mouth. Seeing her explode with pleasure was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Before he could say anything else Cesca reached inside his shorts, her hand enveloping his cock as she started to move it up and down.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, seeing lights dancing behind the lids. The pleasure she was creating caused him to fall back on the bed, allowing her better access to him, as she pulled him free of the jersey fabric.

The next moment the soft warmth of her mouth slid over him. For a second he felt as if he was going to explode right there. Then she moved her lips down, enveloping him, and he thought if heaven involved sex, then he was already there.

Sam cupped the back of her head, feeling her move up and down as she bobbed her mouth on him. It wasn’t going to take much to finish him, not when he was already so tightly wound by her, by the night, by the sight of her pleasure as it stole her breath.

She cupped his balls, and he felt them tighten. Everything about him was narrowing into a single point. Then she slid her tongue up his shaft, circling his tip, and all he could think was ‘now, now, now . . . ’

‘I’m going . . . ’ The words died on his tongue. He tugged at her urgently, trying to signal his impending orgasm. She batted him off, refusing to move her mouth, instead she was sucking, licking, tasting . . .

Behind the screen of his eyelids the pleasure exploded, turning his vision into a kaleidoscope of colours. He exploded in her mouth, too, the joy flooding out of him, as she swallowed it down. Then she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, collapsing to the mattress where she lay next to him.

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