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the
light. We blink, adjusting to the brightness for a few seconds, as
we stare at each other.
    “I wanna see you.
Everything.”
    He pulls back the
duvet and undoes his little black towel, slowly, like he's
unwrapping a special present. I hold my breath as he looks at me.
My heart's pounding ten to the dozen. He sighs shakily and licks
his lips as his gaze travels up and down.
    “So, so lovely, I
really could eat you. Every gorgeous piece... I've dreamed of this
moment.”
    His mouth fastens on
my nipple and he sucks greedily, like he's starving hungry for me.
Then he bites, nibbles, and tugs with his teeth. It's so painfully
arousing and I moan, over and over. I want a lot more.
    “Mmmm,” I purr like a
cat and arch up to him, offering him everything as he sucks and
bites. Back and forth, one breast to the other. I watch his head
move across me and I'm in awe of the blissful scene that's
unfolding. Deep feelings shoot down my stomach and inside my
vagina. I ache for him inside. Like nothing on this earth.
    He leans up on his
elbow and strokes my tattoos with his fingers. First my shoulder
and then the hip. He's caressing the parts of me I thought he
didn't like. It makes my heart fly.
    I'm on fire.
    The fingers move
lower, between my legs. This is what I really want. I want him in
there. I open them wide as he strokes his way through the wetness.
I squirm against his touch.
    “Yes... go on, do
it...” I demand of him.
    His fingers plunge
inside me, again and again... his thumb sweeps over my clit, and
I'm gone.
    “You feel so damned
good,” he says croakily... his deep voice catching, sending me all
over the place.
    I am so doing
things to him, and he's so doing things to me.
    I drag myself back to
earth and take hold of his cock. It's almost pulsating in my hands,
harder than hard. I slide my hands around him, exploring the one
special part of him I've never touched.
    “Oh my God...” is all
I can think to say. There really aren't words to describe what's
going on in my head.
    I tug at his prick,
pulling him over and on top of me. I wrap my legs around him and I
feel it... the delicious pressure against me, his head poised and
ready to push inside.
    A fast hard thrust and
he's inside me. All the way in, right up to his warm balls. I
wriggle upwards, getting him in those last few and so important
millimetres. He's the perfect size for me. Nudging firmly against
my cervix.
    Could anything feel
any better than this?
    No. Nothing. Ever.
    I rub his ass and
relish the experience with every fibre of my being.
    “Baby, my whole
world's spinning,” he mutters, in a slurred voice, and suddenly he
collapses heavily on me with a strange groan.
    I shake him but he
doesn't respond.
    “Mason?”
    I simply cannot
believe it.
    He's only passed out
on me.
    His prick softens and
I gently ease him off me, roll him over, onto his side of the
bed.
    And I cry myself to
sleep.
    I don't know how to
feel right now, I can't share things with him and I really, really
need to.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    I wake up with a start.
It's early but I'm wide awake. I look over at his side. The bed's
empty. I reach across and feel the sheet with my hand. It's cold. I
get up and put on one of his baggy t-shirts which covers my bare
ass decently. I venture out, into the living room, but he's not
there. My bedroom door is closed. The cushions are gone though. I'm
not going in there yet. Just in case. I try the bathroom... it's
locked.
    “Won't be long,” he
calls out.
    Yeah right...
    I make myself tea and
toast and a Tassimo espresso for him, using the coffee machine.
    I'm standing sipping
and eating in the kitchen doorway when he emerges.
    Our eyes catch as he
pads off to get dressed. A minute later he's at my side.
    “So...” he says.
    “Yeah, so?” I reply
questioningly, my heart rate picks up.
    “You no longer have a
spider.”
    “Oh, thanks.” I'm
relieved about that. Very relieved.
    “He was a biggie. I
could see all his little