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the velvet counterpane pulled back to reveal white Egyptian cotton sheets. A pleasure dome, especially and secretly placed. 
    Seb felt his mouth go dry. Surely she wasn’t brazen enough to want him to take her here; it would almost feel like a public performance with all those snooty, concert-goers in their penguin suits concentrating on the highbrow classical performance below. Breeze beckoned him over. He stood before her. The entire auditorium which had been buzzing had now gone quiet, the orchestra was about to start. A clamour of applause arose as the conductor took to the podium. Breeze’s curves were a work of art, her shoulder and back like the rounded body of a violin. The subdued light shone on her, making her skin as smooth as a swan’s breast. Seb swallowed, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling with expectancy. This was his chance to possess the woman who had been tormenting his thoughts, the woman he had to admit who had plagued his waking hours and many of his dreams for months. As the first echoing strings of the violins started their melody his blood stirred. 
    Seb wanted to unwrap her slowly, like the best present at Christmas time. He reached out and ran his fingers up her hand. She flexed it at his touch and he denoted a shiver of pleasure run through her. Her skin glowed, he could scent exotic bath oil, cinnamon, cloves, lilies and he realised she must have spent the entire day getting ready for him. Imagining her preparations, soap running down her body, her hands creaming the soft skin of her breasts began to fire his loins. As he stared and stroked, the peaks of her breasts hardened under the silk of her dress. He stood closer and leaned in, breathing her as if he were drawing in the essence of a bottle of the finest chateau d’yquem wine. He placed his lips on her collarbone and kissed along its line. Her skin was divine. Seeing her nipples in sharp relief under the sheer material made his cock spring to attention. He wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her. A pulse at her neck ticked, first slowly, then faster as he ran his kisses up her neck, over the sultry mounds of her breasts. She tilted sideways and as she did so, the heart-searing notes of the violins and cellos below echoed the mounting beat of her heart, shuddering against her dress.
    Then, as if they were executing a complex mating dance, she made a move, gave him the contact he yearned for. She brought her hands up behind his neck and pulled him to her. He leaned down, and brought his lips on to her open mouth. She tasted of all things sweet; honeyed fruit, sun-ripened syrup. Her tongue sought him out, played with his. Her body pressed against him, she hesitated a second on feeling the gathering erection bulging at his fitted trousers, then moulded herself into it as their kiss deepened. His fingers skittered over her back, he felt the tremors of desire vibrate through her and he could bear it no longer. He had to see her, drink her in fully. Seb gently peeled her away, held her in front of him, watched the sheaf of her dress rise and fall as she panted. Then, edging the straps of her dress down her shoulders, he let it fall and crumple to the floor. She was wearing not a stitch apart from a little gold chain and an amulet at her neck, her naked body glowed in the half light and he knew he wanted to consume her. Every tiny morsel of her.
    He knelt in front of her and buried his face in her thighs, felt them tighten with expectation. The music rose through the floor, vibrating through her. She placed her hands on his neck and pushed his face into her bush. Soft, delicate, scented, he needed to taste her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He stood, picked her up in his arms and flung her on the bed, watching her full breasts jiggle tantalisingly to rest. In an instant, he had spread her legs, was kneeling at her entrance and staring at her splayed like a decadent white and pink orchid before his eyes. He took his fingers