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He guides me over to the bed in the centre of the opulent room, and we sink onto the duvet with me sitting astride him, my nightshirt pushed up to my waist and my legs bare. He’s naked apart from his T-shirt and I’m desperate to feel his skin against mine, so I clamber to help him pull it over his head and run my hands over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

The illicit thrill of being together like this in his bed has me so wet and ready for him, I can’t wait for him to take me.

He opens the line of buttons of my nightshirt and my breasts spring out and my nipples harden in the cool air.

‘My God, Nathalie. They’re perfect. You’re perfect.’ He pulls himself up and lowers his head to take first one pink nipple, then the other in his mouth as though he’s paying homage to them.

‘They’re like pink cherries,’ he says. He licks them and it’s like he’s got a direct line to my clit, and I moan loudly. His beautiful cock stiffens and begs for my attention, but he holds me still with his large hands as he sucks on my nipples, and I writhe with desire as I straddle him.

‘Fuck me, Sebastian. Please,’ I say, and it’s like a wanton dirty stranger has taken over my mouth.

Finally, he releases me, and he presses a button above the bed and the light dims, and all I can see is the outline of his hard torso bathed in the silver shards of moonlight seeping through the shutter slats.

I reach for his long, thick shaft, and stroke him with a firm grip and steady rhythm, and he lets out an animal like groan. I bend over him and swirl my tongue around the moist tip, and he gasps.

‘That’s beautiful, but I’m not gonna last like that. Let me taste you,’ he says, and he pulls me higher so I’m directly over his face and I feel the ecstasy of his tongue flicking over me and think I might come there and then. His hands support me as I ride his hot mouth and jerk about in a state of erotic abandon that’s entirely new to me. I place one hand on the wall to steady myself, and the other in his hair, too weak with the pure bliss shooting through my lower body, to hold myself up.

He sucks my clit until it’s on fire, and the sweetest agony ripples through my groin and my legs stiffen. I cry out for more and then more. I keep exploding in his mouth, and he relentlessly sucks my sensitive bud until I lean my head against the wall and catch my breath as the waves consume me.

The floating gradually subsides, and I move down his body.

‘Wow,’ I say. ‘That was incredible.’

‘You’re incredible. You taste amazing,’ he says. ‘I need to feel you on me now. Ride my cock, Nat, before I burst from wanting you.’

I tease him briefly with my mouth again, but he begs for mercy, and I laugh. ‘I’m going to ride you now,’ I promise, and I lower myself near his hard length, desperate for him to be inside me, but then I stop abruptly.

‘What?’ he says, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

‘We need a condom,’ I say. I feel awkward and don’t want to ruin the moment, but even with the intense heat between my legs, it’s drummed into my brain to always be cautious.

‘Ah, yes, of course.’ He scrambles about with one hand and slides open a small drawer next to the bed, and I see him tear a packet open with his teeth. Watching him move his hand up and down his shaft in the moonlight, until it stands to stiff attention again, makes me so hot, I writhe in anticipation as he rolls the condom on.

‘I can’t wait to be inside you,’ he says in the deep, gravelly voice which makes me wet in my dreams.

Lowering myself slowly onto him, I close my eyes as I feel his hardness fill me up and I groan and say his name as I move on him. I lose myself as he reaches for me and pulls me close to him with his muscular arms.

‘You’re so tight and wet,’ he says, his voice turning me on as much as the feeling of him inside me, and the thud of his heart against my hot skin.

‘It’s been a long time,’ I whisper.

‘For me too,’ he says, and the thought of him waiting for me and not being with anyone else undoes me.

‘I’m coming again,’ I cry.

‘Beautiful. Come, baby, come,’ he whispers, kissing me deeply.

I’m still on top of him, and we move together to our own perfect beat, until I forget my name, but I hear it on his lips as he explodes inside me, and I collapse in his arms, and we drift into a satisfied slumber.

CHAPTER24

Sebastian

I’m in a sweet daze, hovering somewhere between sleeping and waking when consciousness seeps into my mind and I remember I’m in bed with Nathalie.

Oh fuck!

Her blonde mussed hair tickles my skin and the weight of her head rests on my shoulder. The duvet lies in a heap on the carpet where it slid off the bed during our night of passion. One of her long legs is tangled in the sheet and her breathing is steady. Moving my free arm tentatively, careful not to disturb her, I glance at my watch and see it’s 7 a.m. Double fuck. The housekeeper will be here soon.

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