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relaxed and lay back down.
    Tommy descended on her, kissing her mouth and neck. One hand tugged at her hair, the other gently squeezed her breasts. She could feel his cock probing at her soaking entrance. She opened her legs wider and hitched her knees up high either side of him, invitingly.
    Her nerves jangled with an energy she hadn't felt for years. She ached to have him inside. Tommy obliged. He slid in slowly and deliberately. She relished each stroke, each one getting deeper and harder. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Every thrust sent her to another plain of consciousness until she felt like she was floating in a great abyss.
    Her panties dangled from her ankle. Her feet and toes pointed stiffly like a ballerina.
    A tidal wave surged across her flesh, sending her entire body into rapture. She writhed and arched her back. Her loins spasmed, locking on to Tommy's cock like a vice and sucking him in deeper. He stayed inside and come hard, throwing his head back and calling her name as he did.
    Tommy collapsed on the chaiselong next to her. She shifted her body so that she was lying on top, chest to chest, her head nestled into his neck. He wrapped his arm around her protectively and caressed the soft skin on her back and upper arms. His other hung loosely off the side. Her body gently rose and sank with his every breath.
    As she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, there was little she could do to keep the broad smile from her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled with such joy.
    Tommy kissed the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her hair, then squeezed her a little tighter in his grasp.
    They lay there in silence for what could have been an hour, but felt timeless to both.
    Marianne asked, “Can we do this again?”
    “ Yes,” he replied. “How about tomorrow?”
    “ I would like that.”
    “ Come around here tomorrow evening, about seven? I'll have something special for you.”
    Marianne stood up and gathered the various pieces of her clothing scattered about the hallway, and began to dress.
    “ It sounds like a date. Count me in.”
    Looking bedraggled but fully clothed, she leaned over, kissed tommy on the cheek, and left via the front door.
    Tommy lay in silence. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with happy dreams of Marianne.

CHAPTER 2
     
    It was the best night's sleep Marianne had in many years. She woke up fresh and with a clear mind. She showered, and as she did every morning, made herself a fresh cafetiere of coffee, a piece of lightly cooked toast with strawberry jam, then sat at her kitchen table while she sorted through the mail. Her cat, molly, as always, liked to sit along side her as she did this.
    There was a small business matter to be taken care of; speaking to one of her suppliers about obtaining a new batch of decorative stones. Once that was out of the way, she would check her emails and then spend the rest of the afternoon designing some new concept pieces for her upcoming autumn collection.
    Designing the jewellery was the part of her job that she enjoyed most. Not only did it allow her to be the most creative, she often found herself lost in her own world of thoughts – it had an almost therapeutic affect which she valued highly. Today's design session would be spent mostly dreaming about Tommy. She expected great works of art to follow considering her latest inspiration.
    She thought about the years she had wasted with Michael, and how if her and Tommy had been closer in age back then, things could have been so different.
    Although physically similar in build and height, Tommy was the polar opposite to Michael in terms of personality. Tommy was kind, gentle, and caring – Michael was only those things when he wanted something, his own way. If he didn't get it he could be a controlling bully, cruel even. As a young girl she had interpreted these traits as exciting, and as a sign that he must really love her to act so possessively. Eventually he