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“Oh, God,” I gasp.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before pushing a second finger in and returning to sucking on my clit.

I force my heels firmer into the chairs, allowing myself to grind a little against his tongue, giving him better access for his fingers. I’m desperate to touch him, anywhere, so I shift my weight to one wrist, lifting the other arm from the table so I can grab his hair. I twist the strands around my fingers, tugging every time his tongue reaches the best spot, letting go slightly whenever he moves away, back to tugging when he moves back. His two fingers work in and out in a slow, almost methodical manner.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I praise, loving the way he’s hitting all the right spots at exactly the right pace.

I hear the sound of his zip as he frees himself from his trousers. I shift my head to look down, watching as he pulls his cock from his boxer briefs, his free hand fisting his long erection. It’s a seamless move, with no change to his fingers or tongue against me. I groan as I watch him rub his thumb over the head of his cock, swirling around the bead of precum.

I have never wanted to be fucked as badly as I want it right now. I want to slide off the table and wrap my legs around him so he can fuck me, but I’m selfish and needy, and right now, I’m at the brow of a hill, desperate to fly off the edge and into oblivion. So I stay on the table, letting him devour and worship me until I’m quaking and shouting out a stream of expletives along with his name.

He stands, pushing into the space between my legs, leaning down to kiss me. I can taste me on him, on his lips and his tongue, and it does nothing but spur me on.

He stops for a moment, undoing the buttons on my blouse and shoving it down my arms. He reaches around for the back of my bra and then grins slightly when he realises it’s a front clasp, flicking that open and moving it down my arms to join my blouse, leaving my chest bare for him.

His two fingers return to my pussy, swirling the wetness around. He lets out a glorious, throaty groan, looking like he’s enthralled at how I sound. His other hand returns to his cock, and he stares at me as he strokes himself.

He withdraws his fingers from me and then raises them to my lips. I suck his fingers, tasting my arousal, the ecstasy he caused, and then he runs the same fingers across one of my nipples, making me gasp and whisper a little demand for more. He follows up by dipping his head and wrapping his mouth around the other nipple, swirling his tongue around it while tugging against the first with his fingers. He stops stroking his cock and uses his free hand to grab my backside and pull me closer, so that rather than being perched on the edge of the table, I’m half off it. I know I won’t fall because my feet are still firmly on the chairs, but also because he steps closer to me. He thrusts his hips slightly, causing his cock to rub against my pussy and teasing a groan of need from me.

I writhe against him as he returns to sucking my nipple. We move and grind together, and every time I think he’s going to finally push into me, he leaves me wanting and desperate. I pant and gasp, beg him for more. When he nips his teeth against my breast and couples it with another swirl of his fingers around my clit, I climax for the second time.

Joseph straightens up and stares at me as I ride the waves of pleasure. Our gazes lock. He resumes stroking his cock, increasing in speed, pushing himself over the edge with a few masterful strokes, groaning as he climaxes onto my chest. He holds my gaze as he runs his fingers through it, swirling it around, his wet fingers rubbing against my nipple. It makes me feel like he’s an artist and I’m the masterpiece he’s creating. It feels so erotic and like a sacred connection, and he manages to push me over the edge for the third time, and all the while he maintains eye contact.

My gasps and moans eventually subside, and all I can hear is the rush of blood as it races around my body.

“I never forgot how good it was with you,” Joseph murmurs.

“We made a mess,” I whisper, still awed by what just happened.

“We can always clean up,” he replies, and I’m sure he isn’t speaking about the mess we just made, but all the ones we’ve created in our past.

Joseph kisses me, slowly and tenderly, and then steps away from me, rearranging his clothes before walking away and leaving the room. He returns a minute later, holding a bowl of soapy-looking water and a washcloth.

He washes my body, clearing away the evidence of our passion. He does it with such tenderness and care, making me feel cherished.

There’s a silence between us, and for a second, I worry that whatever spell has been woven between us will be broken. I desperately don’t want it to be, but I’m not naïve enough to think that everything between us is normal and fixed, that we won’t have bumps in the road, hiccups and arguments. We’re tied together for the rest of our lives, but how we’re tied is open-ended. Maybe all we’ll ever have is a glorious night between us, and then we’ll pack it away and form a tentative friendship as we watch Maddie grow up, amble along for the rest of her life, bound together by her. It’s not what I want, though. He’s always had a way of pulling me back into his orbit, and I know I have the same pull for him. I’ve never felt this connection with anybody else, ever. I also know nobody has made me feel so much pain either.

Before I can say anything, voice my worries or start to backtrack us in a moment of vulnerable uncertainty, my mobile starts to ring from the hallway where I left my things. It blares out the ringtone I use for Maddie’s number.

“Shit, that’s Maddie,” I explain.

“I’ll get your bag. You get dressed,” he says.

I hop off the table and pull my bra back on, and I’m just finishing the buttons on my blouse when he walks back into the room and hands me my bag. I pull my phone out and swipe to answer.

“Maddie, what’s up?”

“I need help,” she cries. I’m instantly alert.

“What’s going off?” I ask.

“I snuck out of the house to go to a party, and I fell out with my friends, and I need to get home.”

“Okay, where are you?”

“I’ll send you my location,” she states. There’s a rustle and then a beep on my phone. I look at what she’s just sent.

“Maddie, that’s miles from home. How did you get there?”