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“Jesus,” she says, and she lowers back onto her elbows.
I place a hand on either side of her and part her folds, groaning at the sight of her all swollen and glistening. My trousers tighten as my erection strains at them, eager for action, but I ignore it. This time is for her. I intend to spend as much of the next few days as I can in bed with her, and I need to make sure she’s well lubricated if she’s not going to get sore.
Dipping my thumb down inside her, I collect more moisture and spread it through her folds, then lower my head and brush my tongue all the way up to her clit. She moans and clenches, sinking a hand into my hair as I circle the tip of my tongue over the swollen bud. Making her come isn’t going to be hard, but I’m not going to draw it out this first time. Once I’ve released that initial tension, we can start properly, and that’s when I get to torture her for as long as I can bear it.
I suck, and lick, and stroke, and tease her entrance with a gentle finger, and it’s only a couple of minutes before her breaths turn to gasps, her fingers tighten in my hair, and she cries out loud as her orgasm hits. I feel that deep satisfaction a man feels when his girl comes, and stroke her thigh until she falls back, quivering and gasping.
Getting to my feet, I unzip my trousers, push down the elastic of my boxers, guide the tip of my erection into her folds, and slide inside her with one smooth thrust.
“Oh!” She shudders, looking up at me with her mouth open in surprise.
I close my eyes at the sensation of being inside her without barriers, skin on skin. She’s hot, wet, and tight, and it feels exquisite.
“I can’t believe we didn’t even make it to the bed,” she whispers as I lean forward to kiss her.
“Oh, we’ll get to bed in a minute,” I assure her. “I intend to take you in as many positions as I can manage over the next hour or so.”
Her eyes widen. “Hour?”
“Well, don’t hold me to it. I’m only human, and you feel amazing without a condom, so I might only make a few minutes.” I pull almost out of her, then sink into her soft flesh again with a groan.
“Mmm…” She wraps her legs around me, leaning back on her elbows again, tipping her head back so her hair spools across the worktop like coils of silken rope. “That feels so good.”
I sigh and thrust slowly. It’s wonderful just to be inside her again.
Leaning over her, I lift her head so I can kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth to mirror the movement of me inside her. We stay there for a while, moving together, kissing leisurely, and I think there’s never been a moment as perfect as this, with Alice’s skin lit by the glow from the stars and the lights of the city.
Eventually I slow and withdraw gently, and she sighs.
“Come on,” I say, tucking myself back in. I help her down from the worktop, pass her whisky glass to her, pick up mine, then take her hand and lead her down the stairs to the lower level, where the bedrooms are located.
I take her through to my room, leaving the curtains open because I like seeing the light on her skin, and I lead her over to the bed.
“It’s very minimalist,” she says, leaving her glass on the bedside table and looking around. It’s a large room, and it contains only a bed and two bedside tables, with all my clothes in the walk-in wardrobe.
“I like space. It gives me room to breathe.”
“It’s very you.” She brings her gaze back to me and brushes her hands down my chest, over my waistcoat. “You look like James Bond.”
I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “And now I’m taking you to double-oh heaven.”
“Jesus, that’s a terrible joke,” she says, and we both laugh.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I tug the duvet back, then climb on the mattress and fall back onto the pillows so she’s on top of me. I push her up, and she sits astride me, her moist folds pressing against the base of my erection through my boxers. She rocks her hips, biting her bottom lip as I press against her. “Go on,” I tell her. “You do it, slow as you like.”
Her eyes light up. She pushes the elastic of my boxers down, then guides the tip of my erection beneath her until it parts her folds. Pushing down so I enter her a fraction, she leans on my chest, closes her eyes, and then slowly impales herself on me.
“Ah…” I close my eyes too, lifting my arms above my head as she begins to ride me. The sensation of her slick walls grasping and massaging me is exquisite, and I breathe deeply, knowing this is going to take every ounce of self-control I possess.
My eyelids flicker open, because seeing a woman on top of you is half the beauty of this position, and discover her watching me, a sultry smile on her face.
“I’m fucking you,” she says.
I lower my hands so I can cup her breasts. “Yes, you are.”
She arches her back, sucking her bottom lip as I play with her nipples, still moving slowly, then takes my hands in hers, interlacing our fingers. “I like being in control,” she says. “I think I might be a dominatrix.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I pull her hands over my head, bringing her breasts in line with my face, and fasten a mouth onto her nipple.
