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  This I like.

  I can’t wait any longer.

  I push her down until she’s sitting on the bed. Lifting her legs, I take off each shoe, reluctantly. These I like. She really looked delicious standing in front of me only moments ago in these heels. Good enough to eat.

  Bending down, I kiss her softly and all too briefly for her own liking on her lips. She moans and I sense it’s from our lack of contact. She doesn’t need to worry about lack of contact, because it won’t be that way for long. My lips slowly work down her neck, kissing her. But I don’t spend much time in any one place until my mouth reaches her breasts.

  I swirl my tongue over the first; a tortured groan escapes her. She wriggles under my touch. Teasing her a little more I pull and nip at her nipple with my teeth. Her skin tastes so sweet. I move my attention to the other and continue kissing, nipping and grazing my teeth against her.

  She moves underneath my touch. I know what she’s needing and I will give her everything she needs. I look up at her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed and she wriggles only slightly and I know I’m going to enjoy watching her fall apart many times tonight.

  “Ethan.” Her voice is almost unrecognisable. “Please.”

  “All in good time.”

  I stand and remove her underwear. Lifting them to my face I inhale deeply, closing my eyes . . . Just how I imagined. She watches me, a lovely shade of red crosses her face. I toss them aside, before kicking off my shoes and removing my jeans and socks. Boxers; they can stay in place for the time being.

  She eyes me curiously. “They can stay on for the time being,” I tell her. She looks a little puzzled, but she will find out the reason for this, soon enough.

  I lower myself onto the bed, position my arms at either side of her. She giggles. I can’t make up my mind if she’s always this giggly. Or is it just the amount of alcohol she’s consumed tonight? I’m thinking it’s the alcohol, neither one of us is entirely sober.

  It has to be said, I like a giggly drunk as opposed to someone that wants to shout and argue. Lindsay was both of those things with a drink.

  I can’t be thinking about Lindsay right now.

  She smiles as I lower my face to hers. Desire builds within. God, I never knew I could want someone as badly as I want Sophie. Our lips collide. I push my tongue inside seeking out hers. My erection presses against her as she wriggles her hips beneath me.

  I want to have the patience, so I can worship and enjoy every single part of her incredibly sexy body. But it’s been so long since I’ve found myself in the position, of wanting someone so badly, I’m not sure my body will wait that long.

  “Take what you want,” she says. “It’s what we both want and need.”

  Deep down that’s not what I want to do, even though certain parts of my body would love nothing more right now. My body is screaming for release.

  “My dear sweet Sophie, you deserve better than that. So, no that won’t be on the cards anytime soon. I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to enjoy watching you fall apart, over and over. Then just when you think we’re finished, I’m going to start all over again, you will be begging me to stop.” She gasps.

  She really has no idea.

  “I do hope your plans for the rest of tonight don’t include sleeping. Because sleep is at the bottom of my list. Top of my list is how many times can I make you scream my name, my dear sweet girl.”

  I don’t wait for a response, because I do believe at this moment she is pretty speechless. Instead, I move and position myself right between her legs. I stare at her for a split second, looking for approval which she shyly gives.

  I run my fingers over her bare exposed sensitive pink folds. This is something else I like; no hair. Her body tenses at my first touch. I don’t move until I feel her relaxing underneath me, which takes her a moment.

  This time she’s not going to get a moment, no preparation for what I’m about to do. My mouth makes contact this time. I place one hand under her back side pulling her closer. With my other hand, my fingers slowly spread her flesh apart ready for my attack.

  She moans, letting me know that everything I’m doing is hitting the right spot. I start licking her slowly. Nothing about tonight is going to be rushed. Back and forth, over and over. Her hips start to move more freely now. She’s trying to relieve the friction that is bound to be building deep within her.

  Over and over. I carry on teasing her with my tongue.

  She grips the bedcovers and I feel her buckle underneath me. “Ethan . . .” My name rolls from her lips, as my eyes watch her as her orgasm takes over, but I don’t stop I carry on licking all through her climax.

  The image before me is more beautiful than I had imagined. Now I really do want to see that look on her face over and over again all night long.

  “What are you smiling at?” she asks breathlessly. I stop and pause, looking at the flame burning in her eyes.

  “Just you. Nothing more and certainly nothing less.” She smiles and closes her eyes. I take that as a sign that I can carry on.

  She moans as my tongue makes contact with her again. I feel her lifting her head, but I don’t bother looking up. I can feel and hear the effect I have on her as she wriggles and her moans get louder.

  Licking and sucking I don’t let her rest. Her body is still pulsing from her first orgasm, but I can feel she wants more. She needs more and I’m more than willing to provide the more. I will admit I’m looking forward to seeing just how much more she will be able to take before caving in.

  Her fingers run through my hair, almost pulling it but not quite. Sliding a finger deep within her. The groan of satisfaction I hear escaping her makes me feel something deep within.

  “More . . .” She pants. “I want more.”

  Demanding . . .

  She can make all the demands she likes, I’m more than willing. I pull my finger out and this time plunge two deep within. Her walls tighten around them. My tongue continues to lick and tease as my fingers move inside. Her hands make their way to my shoulders and she grips on, trying to take control.

  Not happening, Miss.

  This is the pace I’ve set, but as I carry on teasing, I know she’s close to the edge. Pushing in deeper, her hips buck. I lick and suck until she thrashes beneath me. Moaning with sheer pleasure, as orgasm number two rips through her. I watch smiling, as she slowly comes back down from another, what I hope, is an earth-shattering high.

  Her eyes are closed tightly, so I take this opportunity to make my way back up the bed. She opens her eyes slowly as I reach her face and smile. She looks satisfied.

  “How was that?”

  “Can we do it again?” she says, giggling.

  “I’m sure at some point later on we can do that again. Now I think I want to be buried deep within you, before my self-control runs out.”

  “I believe you indicated I would be begging you to stop, not begging for more.” I’m really going to have my hands full with her tonight. I fight the smirk. Promises, promises. God, I hope she can keep those. It might be me that doesn’t last the pace.

  “We’ll see.” I run my hands down her body and join her hands in mine. I close my eyes, wanting to feel, not see. Opening my eyes I hold her gaze momentarily, until I need more from her. Letting go of her hands I jump from the bed needing to lose the last piece of clothing on me; my boxers.

  I take a condom from the drawer beside the bed and roll it on. When my eyes land on Sophie I smile in amusement as her eyes are on my erection. From the glint in her eyes, she’s impressed with what she sees.

  “Anything I can help you with, Miss?” I chuckle.

  “Oh, I think I’m the one that might be able to help you.” I tend to agree with her, but I’m not telling her that. Not yet anyway.

  She wriggles up the bed slightly, trying to get comfortable. She needn’t worry on that score. I move, lean down and hover over her. She tries to wrap her arm around me, but I’m having none of it, as I pin her
arms to the bed. I surprise her by leaning down and kissing her. Not hard and fast, but slow and sensual. Our tongues are entwined, dancing with the other. Letting her taste herself from my lips.

  Her moans grow louder.

  My erection presses against her entrance, which is inviting me in. In one quick movement, I push inside her and still. This is such a strange feeling for me.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asks with a hint of concern.

  “Nothing, I’m just enjoying this moment. Don’t rush me.”

  I know I didn’t want to rush this, but now that I am inside her, I want everything she has to offer.

  I move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. I watch as her eyes darken with desire before she closes them. I force myself not to close my own. I need to watch her when she falls apart again. My eyes run down from her beautiful face to where our bodies are joined. She has an incredible body with curves in all the right places.

  I feel her muscles contract, tightening around my length as I move in and out, each time going in a little deeper. She tries to pull out of my hold, but I don’t let her. I can only chuckle at her attempts.

  She lifts her head and kisses me. Her tongue slides along my bottom lip before pushing inside. The kiss starts slow and sweet, but I need to quicken the pace. This girl has me under a spell, almost hypnotising me. Right now I would do anything she asked.

  I loosen my grip on her arms, letting her move freely, and she does. Her hands run up and down my back pulling me closer to her, reducing the gap between us.

  My own need is building with each thrust I make. I know I’m not going to last the pace. Me and my self-imposed punishment, look where it’s got me. I look into her deep brown eyes; I recognise the signs of this amazing girl beneath me. She’s as close to falling apart as I am.

  As I feel her body give in to the orgasm that radiates through her, I push forward, seeking my own release. I thrust again as an old familiar feeling rushes through my body. I surrender to the orgasm that pulsates through me.

  My body relaxes on top of her and I quickly move to the side. Facing her, allowing my breathing to return to normal. She smiles shyly. How can she possibly be shy with me after allowing me to do the things I’ve just done with her?

  “Was that worth it?” she asks.

  I want to scream. God, it was so worth it. She is worth every minute I’ve spent with her.

  “Mmm, what do you think?”

  “I think maybe we should try again.” Well, fuck me.

  “Hold that thought,” I tell her before leaving the bed and removing the condom. I quickly check the drawer to make sure I have plenty more condoms there before agreeing to anything else.

  This is going to be a long and very interesting night.

  THE LIGHT IS SLOWLY FILTERING through the room. In the heat of the moment I didn’t even close the curtains. I’ve been lying watching her in my arms for the last hour. She looks so peaceful, and after the night we had she needs some rest. I’ve fought the urge to wake her up and have her all over again, and boy do I want to do that. Her head nestles into my chest, one arm is draped across my waist, the other rests on my shoulder. I should get up, but I’m selfish. I’m enjoying the view. The sheets are all tangled in a bit of a mess and not really covering either of us. She is still gloriously naked, as am I.

  I smile thinking; I was right she did beg me to stop in the end. I know we both had a lot to drink in the nightclub, but I remember every last detail. Every single touch I placed on her delicate skin.

  The sight of her, standing before me in only her underwear and heels, is now burned to memory. The look of desire on her face. That is a memory I never want to lose.

  I still want her.

  You would think I would have had enough during the night, but that’s not the case. She was everything I could possibly want and more.

  More.

  Does this have a meaning? If it does, I’m not sure what it is yet.

  She teased me in a way that had my whole body aching for her. She’s made me feel again. The look in her eyes when she was begging for more from me. Her moaned sighs went straight to . . . well we know where they went. Then the look as she begged me to stop. Pleading that she couldn’t handle anymore, but at the same time her face told me a different story.

  But I could see she was tired.

  She fell asleep in the same position she is currently in. I really don’t have the heart to try moving, because I don’t want to wake her.

  Her hand moves a little lower as she sleeps.

  Please don’t go there, because if she does I know I won’t be able to control what will surely happen.

  I shift uncomfortably on the bed, trying to move, so the first thing she feels when she wakes up isn’t my erection. Christ, in the position she’s in it will be the first thing she sees.

  This beautiful girl in my arms left me completely breathless and sated last night. But now in the fresh light of day, she leaves me confused.

  This was my marital home; I shouldn’t have brought Sophie back here. She deserves better than to wake up seeing my wife’s picture and things still here.

  I’m a fucking arsehole!

  What the hell was I thinking? That’s just it. I was thinking with my dick, nothing fucking else.

  Now I just feel bad.

  Shit! Alex and Libby are going to fucking kill me. It’s no less than I deserve.

  Sophie moves, stretches, her hand coming into contact with the one part of my body I wish I had control over. She lifts her head and our eyes meet. We stare for a moment before she looks away. I sense she’s struggling with the awkward morning-after feeling.

  I don’t want this to be awkward. Hell, I don’t even want our night together to end.

  “Morning,” I murmur, not sure what I should say.

  “Yeah, morning.” She yawns moving her hand from where it was. I breathe a sigh of relief. “Can you call a taxi for me, so I can do the walk of shame?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?” she asks.

  “Because, I don’t want you to leave.” She looks surprised. Hell, I’ve surprised myself. I want her more than the guilt I feel for bringing her here. “Stay for a little longer.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, but the thing is I do want her to stay.

  I do want her.

  Even though I shouldn’t.

  There is going to be a lot of people very unhappy with me.

  I will need to take responsibility for this.

  “Ethan, I’m not sure I can,” she mumbles, her voice so low I barely hear her.

  “What’s stopping you?” I ask as her phone starts ringing. She leans over me and picks it up answering.

  “Alex . . . Well if you know where I am, what’s the problem? . . . I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself . . . Don’t you have your own life to lead? And stop messing in mine . . . I will speak to Mom when I get back to yours. I don’t know now; I might stay here for a while longer. . . . Give me a fucking break . . . Yes, I’m still going for lunch at the hotel, why wouldn’t I be? . . . Okay I’ll see you then.”

  She falls back on the bed and stares at the ceiling. “Looks like you’re stuck with me for a while, Alex will pick me up about eleven-thirty. But if you want me gone before then, I can.”

  Lifting my hands, I tilt her face until she’s looking at me. All I see is fear and confusion. And I’m not sure if its hers or my own.

  “I’ve already said I want you to stay. I’m in no rush for you to leave.”

  “Ok, so I’m staying until Alex and Libby pick me up, then I have to face my mother.”

  “I’m sorry, this is my fault.” She looks at me unsure of what I’m about to say. “I was meant to make sure you got back safely. I will take full responsibility for this. I will speak with Alex.” She turns away and I take that as my cue to leave the bed. “I’m just going to grab a quick shower, then I can make you something to eat. If you’re hungry?”
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  I climb slowly from the bed and walk toward the bathroom. I can feel her eyes on me, watching me walk away from her.

  Closing the door, I sigh as I move toward the sink. Taking my toothbrush I start brushing my teeth; I notice Lindsay’s toothbrush is still in a glass at the side. Who the fuck does this! Why the hell would I not get rid of this shit? It’s not as if I need it.

  I swipe the glass, sending it smashing to the floor in tiny pieces.

  “I’m a fucking arse!” I shout. I slump against the sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I really need to get a grip now. Sort out my life once and for all.

  There’s no need for some of this crap to be in my house.

  There’s a light tap against the door. “Ethan, are you okay?”

  “Yes.” She opens the door and glances at the floor before looking at me. She’s standing in front of me with the bed sheet wrapped around her. Now I just want to remove the sheet and have her all over again.

  I need to control these thoughts.

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come last night,” she says before turning away from me.

  “Sophie, please, this is nothing to do with you. This is all me,” I say walking toward her. “Ouch,” I say stepping on the broken glass. I bend to look at my foot and remove the glass. I lift my head and I’m met with those beautiful brown eyes, but all I see is her hurt expression.

  An expression I’ve caused. I’m the one that’s hurt her.

  I don’t want to hurt her.

  “Ethan, it’s fine. You don’t need to explain to me,” she mumbles. I really have upset her.

  “Sophie, I wanted this. We both wanted last night. Didn’t we?” I ask her, she nods. “I just shouldn’t have brought you here. I’m sorry.” With my words she realises what I mean.

  “Here, let me look at your foot.” She lifts my foot and studies it to ensure I’ve got all the glass out. “It looks worse than it is with the blood,” she tells me.

  We are both crouched on the floor staring at each other; I reach over and place my hands on her shoulders. I want to kiss her. She doesn’t turn away from me. “I still want you Sophie,” I tell her. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”