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Her eyes glinted. ‘With pleasure.’

James held his breath as she ripped the foil packet with her teeth, spitting the piece to one side, before taking the condom in her hand and rolling it down the length of him. Her fingers smoothed it into place, driving him wild with each stroke and glide of her hand.

She moved in closer, breathing over him again, ramping up his anticipation, and escalating his excitement to fever pitch. Her tongue touched him, a tiny stab of a touch that even through the layer of latex was electric. She touched him again, a stroking caress that travelled the length of him, from swollen head to thickened base. Every hair on his scalp stood up. The backs of his knees tingled. The base of his spine fizzed.

Her tongue came back up, circled the top of him before taking him into her warm, wet mouth. He groaned as she sucked on him, slowly at first, but then she increased the pressure and suction until he was in danger of spinning out of control.

He gripped her by the head, his fingers clutching at handfuls of her hair, but she refused to relinquish her hold on him. She brought him to the brink and then ruthlessly pushed him over. He lost himself in the moment of climax, the waves of intense pleasure rippling through his groin as he surged, pulsed, shuddered. Emptied.

She gave him a smouldering smile as she crawled back up his body, her naked breasts brushing against his chest, her pelvis warm and tempting as it rubbed against him. She was every erotic fantasy he’d ever had: sultry, sinful and playfully slutty, and yet sensitive and sensual. ‘Want to go another round?’ she said.

James threaded his hands through her tousled hair. ‘I need another condom first.’

She slid her hands over his pectoral muscles. ‘I don’t suppose you have another one conveniently placed in your bathrobe pocket?’

‘Sadly, no.’

Her eyes brightened mischievously. ‘Well, this is your lucky day because I’ve got one in mine.’

James watched as she walked over to the puddle of her silky wrap lying on the floor and retrieved a condom. Every one of her movements tantalised him. Made him hard. The way she bent down, giving him a full view of those long slender legs and that gorgeously neat bottom. The way she came back over to him with her pert breasts with their rosy nipples on glorious show. Her body was a temple of temptation. Long-limbed and slim, curved and toned, her head glossy and sexily tousled, her mouth shiny and moist. Every cell in his body responded to the sight of her. Throbbed and ached to be joined with her.

She did a repeat performance of tearing the packet with her teeth, taking her time to roll it over him, holding his gaze in a scorching lock that made his body throb and burn anew with lust.

He took her by the shoulders and tugged her towards him, crushing her mouth beneath his in a fiery kiss. Her mouth opened under his, taking him in, devouring him. Her kiss was hot and urgent, as hot and urgent and desperate as his.

His hands moved over her body, her breasts, her hips, her feminine folds, touching, teasing, promising more but not giving it until she was making throaty little pleas. He was as ruthless with her as she had been with him. Ramping up her desire, making her beg for the release she craved.

‘Now, oh, for God’s sake, now,’ she said against his mouth.

‘Not yet.’ He softly bit her lower lip. ‘Don’t be so impatient.’

She bit him back, harder, making his knees buckle. ‘I want you inside me.’

He walked her, thigh to thigh, to the nearest wall, his mouth working its way around hers in teasing little nips and nudges. ‘What’s the big hurry?’

She clutched at his buttocks, pulling him closer. He could smell her salty and musky fragrance, the alluring heat of feminine arousal that made his need of her all the more overwhelming. He slipped a finger inside her, applying the lightest friction to her swollen need, swallowing her gasp as he captured her mouth beneath his. Her tongue moved with his in a combative dance, an exciting fast-paced tango of lust and longing and battle for control.

Holding her in his arms was like holding a powder keg and a match. She was the most exciting, thrilling lover he had ever had. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted her. It was a driving need that dominated every waking moment. It was like being under a spell, a magical, sensual spell that was inescapable. Her flirtatious behaviour infuriated and inflamed him in equal measure. She was everything he avoided in a partner and yet she was everything he found so breathtakingly exciting.

She grabbed at his hair, her mouth breathing hot sexy fumes of lust into his. ‘I want you. Now.’

James turned her so her back was against him, her hands splayed on the wall in front of her. He didn’t have to nudge her thighs apart. She had already anticipated his intention. She gave a sexy little groan and wriggled her bottom against his erection, goading him on. It was an invitation he could not resist. He entered her in a deep, slick thrust, pleasure shooting through him like an electrifying pulse as her tight little body gripped him. He rocked against her, breathing in the fragrance of her hair that was brushing against his face. She made panting little noises, gasping noises, whimpering-with-pleasure noises, which made him drive all the harder and faster.


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