His fingers slipped under the waistband of her tights and underwear, drawing them as one down her legs and off. She shivered with arousal and the coldness of the room until he lay down again with his body close to hers, kissing her neck and caressing her with his hands. She moaned gently, gasping as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, kissing her collarbone with his mouth open as he did so.
"Oh, my darling," he murmured, "I've thought about doing this for so long."
His fingers tracing the line of her hip was enough to make her whimper. She keened out loud as he slipped a finger between her folds ever so briefly before withdrawing it. He repeated the motion, leaving his hand there for just a fraction longer before withdrawing again. He knew exactly what he was doing. Her hips arched off the sofa and she panted helplessly.
"Paul," she moaned, fighting to recover her breath, "Don't-... tease me. I can't stand it."
"Don't you like it?" he whispered softly, brushing his fingers so softly on the edge of her clitoris.
"I want more, Paul. Please."
He hovered with his face inches away from hers, feigning indecision. She by then had recovered enough to show him that she wasn't standing for any of that. Sitting up, she captured his lips, surprising him immensely. Her hand flat on his chest, she pushed him to sit up straight and straddled his lap, her hands roaming over his body. One of his hands rested in the small of her back, the other returned to between her legs, denying her nothing now, slipping two fingers inside her and pushing against her with his thumb. She rocked against him, clutching the back of his neck. Her hair fell dark down her back, and he leant in towards her again, kissing her throat.
Her pleasured her hard and fully, his fingers moving ever so easily in the slickness of her heat. His hand dropped to cup her bottom, and his head lowered to kiss her breasts, he was lifting her against him, pushing her higher all of the time.
"Oh, God, Paul!" she cried out, unable to stop herself, "Yes, YES!"
She orgasm was unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. She seemed to explode, to dissolve. Everything was dark. She felt herself clinging to him, shaking, making noises she couldn't quite believe. Every bone in her body was on fire, such delicious, all-consuming fire.
She opened her eyes. She was lying down on the settee. He was lying beside her, pressed close against her so that they could both lie there. His hand was gently brushing against her arm. It was soothing.
When he saw that her eyes were open he leant forwards and gently kissed her lips.
"What happened?" she asked stupidly.
"You blacked out," there was a little smile on his mouth.
"Oh," she whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he told her gently, his hand leaving her arm and moving to brush her face, "Don't you dare be sorry."
She kissed his palm as it came near her mouth. Their eyes met and they leant towards each other again, exchanging a kiss that started almost chaste and grew increasingly heated.
"Paul," she murmured as they broke away.
"Ann?"
"Make love to me? Please."
He knew better than to deny her now. To her delight, she realised he had taken his trousers off while she had been recovering, and moved immediately to accommodate him between her legs. When he paused for a second her hand darted out and took hold of his long, hard length. He groaned quietly as she guided him firmly towards her, positioning him at her entrance. He slipped inside her without complaint. She gasped, feeling herself stretching around him.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered, "I'm fine," kissing his chest, "I just needed a second. You're so-... You're so close to me."
The way she said it, the small choke in her voice had an effect on him too, she could tell. He kissed her forehead once before he began to move. She sighed her contentment as he withdrew from her and then pushed back in. He kept his pace deliberate and measured until she asked for him to do otherwise.
"Oh, Paul. Harder, please. Harder."
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms circled his back. He did as she bid him, thrusting into her harder and faster. The cold little room was filled with the sounds they were making and warmed by the heat of their joined bodies.
"You know, Ann," he told her, a little breathlessly, lifting his lips from her collarbone, "I want to tell you something."
"What?" she managed to pant, her eyes half shut with lust.
He leant up a little, thrusting into her once more and caressing her breast.
"I'm in love with you."
And then she broke.
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