Playing Up
tickled her inner thighs.
    ‘From…me.’
    ‘Like this?’ Rob swirled his fingers, ‘You’re
even wetter now. I’m looking forward to tasting you properly,
licking up your juices.’ One finger began inching further back,
smoothing the wetness around. ‘And there’s still more we haven’t
tried yet.’
    Sweet fire blasted up her spine and she
yelped at the new sensation. In the back of her mind she realised
she was in the middle of the flat and anyone could walk in any
time. ‘Shouldn’t we…move?’ She struggled to voice her dwindling
concern.
    In response, Rob picked her up, threw her
over his shoulder and returned them to his bedroom. She landed on
the bed and even before she stopped bouncing, he was stripping off
her boots and remaining clothes. Flinching at how the strong light
must reflect her every bump and dimple, she tried covering her body
with her hands.
    Rob paused in taking his shirt off, his hot
eyes taking in her efforts at shielding her body, ‘Is this the same
woman who rode me ruthlessly earlier? You can’t be shy now.’
    He prised her arms away from her body,
holding her arms down as he shouldered himself between her legs,
mastering her body. Somehow, with the assistance of some pillows,
he manoeuvred her hips into the air. She had to use her released
arms and free legs to balance.
    ‘I can look at all of you now,’ Rob grinned,
‘but I’m not just looking.’
    His domination made Sian even wetter; she
could feel her juices trickling down to dampen the sheets. He moved
down her body to hold both her thighs wide open, locking her in
place. His breath gusted across her and she half-screamed in
anticipation as her breath grew shorter and shorter.
    The shock of his hot tongue right on her
button made her arch, the heat spearing up her body, then he licked
and suckled her and she forgot who she was. The sounds coming from
her lips were unrecognisable as human speech. He alternated hot,
broad licks with sucking her up and she could feel him humming into
her.
    The licks slowed and he loosened his grip
around her hips. She felt a finger gently stroking her sopping
entrance, it pushed slowly inside and she clenched it tightly. He
didn’t keep it still, rubbing somewhere inside her which
short-circuited her remaining faculties. With an ear piercing
scream, blinding white light blew her up.
    She came around minutes later to find Rob
still licking her insistently. She felt so tender down there, but
it still felt good. Her hands touched the back of his head, pulling
his short hair in a half-thought to stop him. A tightening of his
grip on her discouraged her.
    She felt the touch of more fingers, dipping
into her and swirling around her wetness. Not just wet, she could
hear the squelching.
    ‘You don’t have to…’
    ‘Shush, I’m learning you.’ Another twist of
his fingers silenced her,
    He continued to press inside her and find her
most sensitive areas, and the ones she shied away from. His tongue
continued to irregularly dab at her, and suck inside her. One
muscular arm controlled her writhing.
    Her free arms flailed for moments, she had to
resist holding his head to her. Her hands touched her hips and ran
up to her breasts. Until that moment she hadn’t realised how much
they had swollen, the nipples tight and protruding. Cupping them,
she squeezed and rubbed, the sensations multiplying the heat lower
down her body.
    Rob lifted his head slightly, seeing her
hands and her flushed face, spaced-out and unfocussed eyes. ‘That’s
what I want to see,’ he chuckled hoarsely, licking his lips.
    She had a moment of respite as he pulled off
his clothes. He didn’t have to hold her now, she had settled on the
pillows, her legs sawing uselessly against the mattress, prevented
from closing by his body towering over her.
    He ran his fingers around her soaked, swollen
centre, and moved the dampness around her body, coolness following
his touch. Briefly he touched the centre of her nipples with

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