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hard, dark pink flesh beneath the pale blue cotton.
    ‘Enough,’ he ordered, pulling me away by my hair. ‘Are you hungry for me, Laura?’
    I nodded, licking my lips and imagining I could taste him. ‘Oh, yes,’ I breathed, my hips moving in a natural rhythm again.
    ‘Let me feel you.’
    I sat up and his hand went back between my legs. My cunt felt swollen, almost uncomfortably so, against the tight denim. He squeezed my flesh hard until I made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a plea. It felt as if he was wringing the wetness out of me.
    He pulled his hand away and showed it to me. His palm glistened. ‘You wet straight through your jeans,’ he said, sounding pleased with his discovery. ‘Taste yourself.’
    He held his hand to my mouth and I licked his palm, tasting my essence. Then I sucked his fingers into my mouth one at a time, teasing him until he pulled away and stripped off his boxers. His cock jutted out at me, thick and heavily veined. He slowly ran his hand up the length of his shaft to the swollen red knob, taunting me the way I’d taunted him. I felt myself leaning towards him, nearly losing my balance in an effort to be closer to his hard body.
    ‘This is what you want, isn’t it? This is what you need.’
    A crystal-clear drop of arousal appeared at the tip, a reminder that I wasn’t the only one who was in need right now, no matter how controlled he might be. That thought made me smile. He wasn’t the only one with power.
    I licked my lips and leaned forward to suck him into my mouth, but he stepped back from the bed, as far as the dresser behind him would allow. I made a sound of disappointment low in my throat. My hips were swaying to a rhythm all their own as I rubbed my cunt against the soaked crotch of my jeans. ‘Please, Christopher. I want you. I can’t take any more.’
    That wasn’t true, of course, and he called me on it. Christopher had tested my limits many times over and I would have been disappointed if he had given in to my request so quickly. Maybe that’s why I loved him so much. Where other men were easily manipulated, Christopher maintained self-control even when he was hard and wanting. He not only played the game, he played it even better than I did.
    He laughed. ‘I’m going to push you as far as you can go, Laura. And then I’m going to push you some more.’
    ‘I know,’ I whispered.
    A smile still lingered on his lips. ‘Show me how much you want me.’
    I tugged at my jeans, but they were so tight they clung to my damp skin. I lost my balance and tumbled sideways on the bed before I got them down around my knees. I plunged my hand between my thighs, dipping my fingers into my wetness. I moaned in relief, but also in frustration because I wanted him inside me.
    ‘Greedy, greedy,’ Christopher reprimanded me. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and jerked them the rest of the way off, turning them inside out in the process. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped me over onto my stomach as if I weighed nothing. ‘Show me your ass, love.’
    I did as he said, my back arched, my bare ass stuck in the air before him. My fingers never stopped working between my spread thighs. I knew he’d make me stop soon enough, knew I’d never reach orgasm before he did, but I couldn’t stop. My need was too great.
    His hands spanned my narrow hips and he pulled me back against his cock. He didn’t go into me, not yet. He held me there, quivering against his hardened shaft, both of us breathing roughly. He hadn’t even told me he wanted me yet, but I knew it in the hardness of his cock and the roughness of his hands. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I marvelled over that truth every time we were together – how did I ever forget it? Why did I ever question it? His every action and every word showed me how much he wanted me, even if he didn’t say it. I was as much his drug as he was mine.
    Then he uttered one word. ‘Beg.’
    My mind was