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kiss seems to go on forever, and I’m not complaining. Although the condom situation is still concerning me slightly. Every inch of me is aching to feel him inside me, but not without protection. And yet, I can’t pull away, in fact, my fingers thread into his hair, and I push myself harder against him in an action that is totally involuntary. This is happening whether I like it or not, and there isn’t a thing I can do to stop it.
    He pushes me back against the sideboard, and then lifts me up so I’m sitting on it. His hands slide up my dress, his fingers stroking my thighs and I can’t help but moan quietly. His touch is so light, but it’s causing the most glorious sensation to flood my body.
    I throw my head back as he lifts me up slightly, sliding my knickers down and I groan louder this time. I’ve never wanted sex with a client so bad before; never felt my skin burn up or my thighs ache for a man in this way. It’s strange; alien, almost, but I’m running with it. Whoever this man is, he knows how to play this game better than I do.
    He places a hand on each of my knees and spreads my legs, stepping between them before running his hands back up my thighs, pushing my dress up further, and I swear to God I am panting. I’m desperate to feel him inside me, so desperate I almost have to stop for a second to try and find some of that composure I know I’ve lost. But I don’t have a chance.
    Our eyes lock again, and once more the message is loud and clear, even though neither of us has uttered a word in a while. I feel my breath start to quicken as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a foil packet, and the relief I feel is immense. I knew he’d done this before. He knows the rules. I should have guessed.
    ‘OK?’ he whispers, and I nod. I just want him in me now. I’m tired of waiting.
    I lower my head as he unzips himself, freeing his rock-hard cock, which causes me to bite down on my lip like some horny teenager who’s never seen a man’s dick before. But, come on! His is impressive. And I’ve seen a lot over the years. Yeah. His is really impressive.
    He looks at me as he rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down over his hard-on like a man who’s done this many times before, and I’m grateful for his experience. I’ve had some who haven’t known their left from their right, which makes for a frustrating time all round. But not this. We both know what we’re doing here.
    I close my eyes as he kisses me again, his fingers winding in my hair, and I wrap my legs firmly around his hips, unable to stop another moan from escaping, my mouth still resting against his as he finally pushes inside me. It feels – he feels incredible. And when I cry out it’s real, I’m not acting. I’m not giving him what I think he wants to hear, not this time. I’m really feeling it.
    His thrusts start out slow, almost ridiculously gentle but at the same time they carry so much impact I can’t even begin to understand what’s happening here. It’s crazy, but it’s real, and the fact I know this won’t be the only time I get to feel this man inside me tonight… This is dangerous, I know it is, but I can’t control it.
    I throw my head back, my eyes still closed as he pounds into me that little bit harder, his mouth resting against the base of my throat, his hands on my hips as he keeps me steady. And I can already feel it beginning, that slow, sensual build-up that happens to me very rarely. Usually I only feel this when I’m finger-fucking myself, or when I’m indulging in a little girl-on-girl action with my partner-in-crime on that score, a gorgeous brunette called Kandi-Ann. We charge a hell of a lot for that particular service, because we don’t offer it all that often now, and I wonder if Neal likes that kind of thing. And then I pull back from those thoughts. I don’t think I want to see him fucking Kandi-Ann, and the fact I even had that thought makes me feel slightly