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‘You’re fucking amazing, Harri,’ he murmured against my mouth.

I laughed under my breath. But my heart did this stupid little flip anyway. His warm hands held me and I felt myself lean into him without even thinking about it.

My tongue was gliding around his. The room was dark; I could only make out his shadow. His hands were touching my face, then my neck.

I wanted to shout go lower at him. I could feel myself getting seriously turned on. I had never craved someone so much in my entire life. I felt him tug at my top. He made his way up underneath my T-shirt, eased my tits out of my bra and circled them with his thumb. Jesus, he was confident. I exhaled deeply and felt Jamie’s mouth smirk against mine as we kissed.

‘You good?’ he murmured.

I nodded, too much in a trance to speak. Obviously, I had forgotten my own name, my postcode, all my passwords and the fact that I was technically a married woman.

Then he pushed against my kiss, forcing my body back on the small sofa till I was lying down and he was on top of me. Our mouths didn’t break from kissing, but we were much more passionate now. I couldn’t think of anything else except him being inside of me, as his hand slowly moved down until he reached my crotch. His thumb pressed against my leggings, hitting my clit. Jesus. I panted.

‘Do you want to—’ he began.

‘Keep going!’ I interrupted.

He leaned up, smiling, his small dimples showing at either side of his face, bright eyes soft on mine. He was gorgeous.

Then, he stood up, pulling down his joggie bottoms, and there was his dick staring at me, eye level. Jesus, he was huge. I felt my jaw drop, taking him all in. Jamie let out a laugh, like he knew full well he’d been concealing a Yule log that’d need both hands under those grey marl trousers.

‘Right,’ I said slowly. ‘That’s excessive.’ I couldn’t keep my eyes off it.

He grinned. ‘You’ll manage.’

Will I? Will I actually?? I wondered. I do have a pretty small mouth. I shuffled forward anyway, and the way he watched me – eyes dark, jaw tight – nearly finished me off on the spot. Then I began sucking. Up and down, listening to him start to pant as I felt him grow harder in my mouth. I was never one for really enjoying blowjobs, but this big boy deserved VIP treatment. I kept going – sucking, licking, touching his balls – my confidence growing as I saw how much pleasure I was giving him, in my mum’s living room. It felt secret, exciting, unbelievably sexy. I’d gotten totally carried away when he stepped back.

‘Careful,’ he warned, voice low. ‘I’m not finishing like this.’

‘OK.’ I stood up, slowly pulling down my leggings and underwear. Then my T-shirt and bra came off. I took my time, letting him suffer as his eyes darted over every inch of my body. I had never felt so sexy, never known myself to be more desirable. Then I stood before him, entirely naked. Jamie watched me. His dick throbbed as he slowly pulled back on his foreskin.

‘Come here,’ he said. He kissed me deeply and then grabbed my hips and flipped me around so I was sitting up on the sofa. Then he slid down between my legs.

Instantly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, as every nerve ending in my body felt like it was charged with electricity. I watched his tongue slide up and down me as he sucked and teased my clit. All the while, his dark eyes watched me, noting my every reaction, every twinge.

‘Oh, my God,’ I gasped, grabbing onto my mum’s B&M Christmas cushions as my whole body lit up like George Square. He wasn’t holding back, not even a wee bit. ‘Jamie—’ I warned, which was rich considering I had absolutely no intention of stopping him. He glanced up at me, smug and turned on as anything, and kept going.

Then I felt a hot wave take over my body, and Jamie’s hand came up, pressing over my mouth as he continued to tease every bit of my orgasm out of me. I was trembling with the sheer force of it, my nails digging into the old, worn leather of the sofa.

‘Fucking hell,’ I breathed, dropping my head back as pleasure rolled over me. ‘That was . . . illegal, I think.’

‘Seemed fine to me,’ he said, far too pleased with himself.

I pointed at him. ‘Don’t.’

‘Don’t what?’

‘Don’t look at me like that.’ I bit my lip.

‘Like what?’

I opened my mouth to say something else, but then he kissed me again and I forgot what my point was entirely.

I pushed myself back on the sofa till I was lying down again, and he followed suit, his dick guiding him like it was the North fucking Star in the night sky, then I felt it inside of me. Every. Single. Inch.

Instantly, my vagina contracted around him and Jamie began thrusting, slowly at first, kissing and biting my neck. He pushed his finger into my mouth and I tasted myself as he moved inside me, over and over again.

It was heaven. Filthy, passionate heaven. Everything I needed. Everything I wanted. He panted heavily as he came, shuddering then leaning his forehead heavily against mine.