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Ariadne breathed as Arthur's fingers slid along her neck. Her hair was falling over her shoulders, its soft tendrils entwining, pulling. He brushed the hair off her neck, and kissed it. He slid his tongue over the soft skin, nipping at it with his teeth.
She shuddered slightly. He began to rub one hand up her back, his fingers reaching for the zip. Before she could move, the zip was undone, causing her clothes to begin to sag. Arthur leaned over, and began to tug at it, pulling it down further.
She blinked. Her bra was now exposed, and she suddenly realised she was beginning to feel vulnerable. But, she reminded herself, it was a game. She had asked him to come here, pretend to be a stranger, and therefore, had agreed to whatever he wanted to do. "Make me feel desirable." She couldn't argue he didn't listen.
His hands were moving further. Her lacy shrug was being pulled down around her lower back, and suddenly, she realised she was being nudged, gently, insistently, onto the floor. The floor of the lounge, straight onto the rug that she'd rescued from a thrift store. It was old, faded. As they fell onto it, she realised he was on top, straddling her. Still fully clothed.
She reached up, intending to unbutton his collar, and to start to pull his shirt open. He raised a hand, stopping her. Lowering his head, he began to kiss her chest, travelling down the centre to the bottom of her delicate lace underwear. His handd was suddenly under her back, unfastening it. With a gentle tug, her bra was removed.
Ariadne, topless, and partially exposed, simply lay there. She couldn't stop him. His torso was over hers, his hands caressing and feeling her skin. His lips were moving along her shoulder, down her chest.
Her dress was bunching up around her hips. He began to pull again, watching as it fell down her legs. He casually picked it up, and threw it onto the couch. Suddenly, his fingers were tugging at her underwear, pulling it down. She didn't even try to stop him. As his mouth met her, she felt a sudden thrill of pleasure. His tongue explored, gently probing, stimulating. She felt rising excitement, knowing that he was pushing her further and further.
"Ahh!" She gasped. As she climaxed, Arthur looked up, and smiled. Getting up, he adjusted his suit, and began to walk to the door. Ariadne, naked, began to sit up. "You're leaving?"
Arthur turned, and smiled. "Call me," he said, softly. Before she could move, the door had opened, and he'd gone.
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