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wet skin.
    Too impatient to wait, she stepped forward and tilted her head up to kiss him, her hands around his neck and her fingers in his hair, her tongue probing and exploring his mouth, wanting to go deeper and deeper. Wanting, or rather needing to move things on she slid her hands down and up underneath his T-shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin and delighting in the taut, firm flesh she discovered.
    Her fingers explored his hard chest and nipples and she provocatively pressed her own bare breasts against his flesh, her nipples twitching and budding even harder against his warm skin.
    His erection stiffened, hard as granite against her stomach through his Salapettes. He broke off the kiss, breathing heavily as he yanked his T-shirt off and slid quickly out of his other clothes, seeming in as much of a hurry as she was.
    ‘I want you,’ she whispered in his ear, feeling liberated and surer than she’d ever been about a first time. She didn't want there to be any doubt about what she needed. She shivered with anticipation, willing him to hurry up, not wanting anything to come between them again.
    ‘The feeling’s mutual. Although I have to say I was looking forward to having to persuade you.’
    He reached out and trailed one finger from her collarbone down to her abdomen, stopping tantalisingly above her pubic bone.
    ‘Mmm, that sounds…like fun.’ Urgent need throbbed between her legs. ‘But I think I need you to speed up to the part where you fuck me.’
    He raised both eyebrows, pretending to be shocked. She smiled, backing away to position herself on the rug in front of the fire, glad she had the power to surprise him. She slowly parted her legs for him, training her eyes on his face, watching for the answering gleam in his eyes and enjoying her power to turn him on. After all why shouldn’t she take the lead?
    ‘Wait,’ he exhaled audibly as he reached for a foil packet from his jacket pocket.
    ‘Would you… like me to do it?’ She asked tentatively. He nodded and handed it to her, kneeling in front of her, his eyes as solemn as she’d ever seen them.
    This means something to him, I’m sure of it. I’m not just another lay.
    I mean something.
    She slid it on, sheathing him and growing even wetter with anticipation when she realised how hard he was for her.
    ‘Are you going to finish what you started then?’ Her breath caught in her chest. She hadn’t breathed properly since the moment he’d spoken, breaking her daydream.
    ‘Am I ever.’ His eyes flickered with desire, sweeping appreciatively over her body.
    He lay down beside her, kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, while all the time stroking her between her legs. She squirmed under his touch, dripping wet for him already and desperate to feel him inside.
    Impatiently she angled herself against him.
    ‘Please,’ she gulped. ‘I need you inside me. Now.’
    He rolled over and raised himself on his arms above her, pressing the tip of his erection between her legs, waiting for an agonising moment before he entered her. Then he thrust while she ran her hands over his back and buttocks, pulling the whole length of him deeper inside her, moaning softly as he took her.
    Sex had never felt so right, so utterly intoxicating.
    ‘That’s…God that feels so good,’ she gasped, arching back against him, wriggling on the soft cow-skin rug, enjoying the sensations rippling through her body. Soon she was beyond speech, immersed in a tide of pleasure as endorphins saturated and sated her body.
    As the wave of pleasure ebbed, Scott cried out, tensing and shuddered inside her. For a moment he lay on top of her and she didn’t mind his weight but clasped him to her. They lay still that way for a while. She liked that he'd come inside her at last. It felt right, necessary to her somehow.
    She slowly exhaled and then took her first proper, deep breath since he’d disturbed her in the Jacuzzi.
    He rolled off and lay down close beside her. ‘I might