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it. But he doesn’t move. He stays still, watching me, his eyes fierce.
    ‘One day I’ll have you begging for my whole hand to be inside you,’ he says. ‘But not today.’
    He pulls his hand out in such a rush that I’m left throbbing and desperate for him.
    ‘Fuck me Marc, please,’ I beg.

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    Marc undoes his trousers, letting go of my hair to struggle out of them. He takes off his boxers too, and I see him, huge and hard, before he climbs back on top of me.
    His long arm reaches out to grab a condom from the bedside table drawer, and he rips open the foil and stretches latex over himself.
    I open my legs for him, and he groans as he comes into contact with my damp skin. ‘Very accommodating Miss Rose. Very, very accommodating.’
    He teases me for a moment, rubbing his hardness around.
    ‘Please fuck me,’ I say again. ‘Please. Please .’
    Marc thrusts into me. He pushes deep, going all the way inside, further than his fingers could ever manage, reaching dark, sultry places that make my whole body tingle.
    ‘Oh,’ I moan, as he fills me up. He’s pushing against me, all of me, his groin hard against mine, rubbing me inside and out, and I’m pinned to the bed, trapped by him. I know as soon as he moves I’m going to come. But just like before, he holds me still for a moment, teasing.
    ‘I wish I had your self control,’ I whisper.
    Marc’s eyes are fierce, and he replies through gritted teeth, ‘I don’t have much of it left. Believe me.’
    He slides his hand in to my hair again and pulls it tight like before.
    ‘Oh god,’ I cry, as he gives my hair a tug.
    H e starts to move, and with every stroke he pulls my hair harder, until my head begins to move with him and a delicious, dominant pain spreads down my neck.
    The pain stops me from coming straight away, but oh god ... the pleasure. Every push inside me, every tightening of his hand around my hair, is making me delirious and I’m lost in him, just like always.
    Marc’s eyes don’t leave mine as he pumps back and forth, forcing my head to move with him, causing electric shocks all over my body.
    W hen he slips his other hand around and grasps my buttocks, forcing his fingers right into the flesh hard enough to bruise, I can’t hold on anymore. I want to scream out with how good it feels.
    ‘Oh, oh ,’ I gasp, looking into his eyes and seeing he’s close to coming too.
    ‘Sop hia,’ he moans, his eyes melting and softening, his fingers grasping my buttocks so firmly that he’s almost lifting me off the bed.
    He g ives one mighty thrust, hitting everything in just the right way.
    And I come.
    In one huge giant wave, my body pushing and pulling all around him. Pleasure flows over me from my scalp all the way down to my feet, and my whole body melts into the bed. Everything feels electric – my scalp, my neck and between my legs.
    As I feel wave after wave of pleasure , I hear Marc’s breathing go sharp and hear something between a shout and a moan as he comes.
    He pushes his body against mine, forcing himself harder between my legs, against my chest.
    I feel his breathing soften as his body releases into me. His nose is nearly touching mine now, his eyes lightly closed, eyelids flickering. His lips fall forwards, giving me the softest, sweetest kiss. I feel warmth all over my body.
    Marc wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto my shoulder so we’re lying side by side. He moves a hand up to gently cradle my head where he was gripping my hair before, his fingers stroking back and forth.
    ‘Not too much?’
    ‘No,’ I murmur. ‘It felt good.’
    ‘I knew it would .’
    There are no more words. I’m too tired to talk. To think. All I can do is feel the warmth of Marc’s arms and body. I press myself close to him and fall into a deep sleep.

9
    I wake up the next morning to feel sun shining on eyelids, and know instinctively that Marc is no longer lying next to me. My eyes flicker open and I roll over to see an empty, cold