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taken him into her small hand her nose filling with the heady scent of him. As her tongue had flicked the now leaking tip of him his whole body had shuddered and she had looked deeply up into his eyes sliding the length of him further into her mouth, his eyes closing with the intense pleasure she arose within him.
     
    She had heard him whispering her name as his fingers had slid into her hair his hips moving against her mouth as she had continued to raise him so high until with a tortured groan he had begged her to stop.
     
    Pulling her mouth from him, she had grasped him in her small hand sliding his silky length between her fingers, her mouth moving to kiss him as she had felt his body stiffen, his hands grabbing her head as he had kissed her with an intensity that had made her head spin, before his head had fallen back, his breathing coming in laboured pants as he had once more experienced the same mind blowing orgasm totally unable to speak for seconds as he had lain back completely spent.
     
    Jenna had chuckled as she had once more moved into the crook of his arm, smiling happily against him feeling her body so tired.
     
    With hands that shook Ryan had cleaned himself, laughing softly before pulling her once more into his embrace.
     
    “You Miss Long are an amazing lady” he had grinned, yawning softly as she had smiled back.
     
    “And you Mr Trudeau are an amazing man” her voice slurred as she had succumbed to the tiredness which filled every part of her. As she had fallen asleep against him, Ryan Trudeau had held her harder to him, his face frowning with concentration, before sleep and complete exhaustion had seen him too fall into a deep sleep.
     
    Jenna had jumped slightly her eyes opening in confusion as she had felt the watch on her wrist vibrate. Looking around she had frowned, not recognising her surroundings, before she realised that an arm was draped around her waist the memories of the previous evening flooding back to her as she had smiled softly. She could feel Ryan holding her against his stomach as they had spooned, their naked bodies tight against the other. That evening had been everything she had ever dreamt it would be, and Jenna had wanted so badly to wake him, knowing that it would have resulted in their love making continuing.
     
    Tentatively lifting his arm from her, she had moved sliding from his embrace, sadly looking at his sleeping face, that wonderful handsome face so relaxed in sleep. That night had been wonderful, one she would never forget, but as he had reminded her Ryan was not somebody looking for a relationship, to him women were not in his long term plan, and she knew that it was time to go. Pulling her night shirt back on she had silently padded her way back to her own bedroom.
     
    Showering quickly she had groaned remembering the way he had controlled her body, the way she had cried for him begged him to make love to her, her whole being wanting her to go back into his room and awaken him. With a decisive shake she had dried herself, quickly dressing. Looking at her watch she had frowned moving out to the living room with her large hold-all she had picked up the telephone as it had rang, speaking in as low a voice as possible, as she had been informed by the front desk that her taxi had arrived.
     
    With a last look around she had moved into the lift feeling sad knowing that it would be the last time she would ride in it, sadness filling her as it had taken her down to the lobby, the doorman wishing her well on her journey. Jenna had given him a small hug much to his delight before moving into the taxi a small tear winding its way down her face as she had made her way to the airport.
     
    Ryan was not sure what had woken him, but he had woke with a start. His mind flashing back to the previous evening as smiling his hand had reached out, frowning on feeling the empty bed, his eyes opening quickly looking for her. With a scowl he had called out her name, before pulling