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His mouth was hot between her legs, lustful eyes looking up at her, his tongue moving in a firm, steady rhythm that made her body hum. Her pleasure built in undulating waves.

She shuddered against him, her hands in his hair, her back hard against the door, her mind spinning, joy mounting. Then he pulled away, moving upwards, kissing, caressing, until he was standing and his penis was back against her, between her legs. She took hold of it and helped it inside her.

‘This time you’re not getting away.’ She laughed into his ear, knowing he was teasing, but loving every heavenly minute.

‘I never want to,’ he breathed back, pressing himself deeper in exactly the way she wanted. The way they both wanted.

They moved together against the door, each penetration more intense, more profound, as though taking them somewhere they could never return from. Her heart raced against his, their bodies sweating. Their lips found each other, their mouths open and gasping, inhaling each other, kissing madly, deeply, desperately …

She felt her insides tighten around him as they rocked and moved in ecstasy. If she’d been capable of thought she might have hoped no one was passing, as there would be no mistaking their cries of desire or the ever-increasing rhythm they were beating against the wood.

‘You OK?’ he asked, as though aware of potential bum bruises.

‘Don’t you dare stop,’ she panted.

And he didn’t.

She couldn’t have said how long they were there, moving together as though their bodies were one hot-blooded thing. Time disappeared, her mind swimming somewhere beyond real. He took her to the edge so many times that when they finally reached it, it was all-consuming.

She came against him, pulling him in deeper, shuddering uncontrollably. He came with her too. Together.

As her legs turned to jelly, he laughed softly, taking himself out of her when he could sense she was ready. He scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently, pulling a sheet over her, scattering rose petals everywhere and kissing her forehead.

‘I love you,’ he said quietly.

‘Me too,’ she replied, already drowsy for sleep. And though she couldn’t quite say the words properly, she meant them. With all of her.