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such that she almost wanted to tear the clothes from her own body, so that she could blatantly reveal to him their need for his touch. Inside her head she was already imagining him stroking her willing flesh, tugging erotically on the tightness of her nipples, first with his fingers and then with his mouth. A soft moan of longing bubbled in her throat, and then turned into a sob of agonised delight as Saul slid his fingers along her wetness to circle the hard ache of her clitoris and then slide inside her.
    ‘No!’ Giselle denied, but it was too late. Her orgasm had begun gripping her, flooding her with immediate pleasure, its immediacy telling her what Saul already knew. This would be one of those times when his capacity to arouse her and hers to respond to that arousal would take them both from peak to peak of pleasure, until the heights they reached were so rarefied that being there together felt like standing outside of time and reality, belonging to a world that was beyond mere human.
    Soul mates Saul often said they were, and at times like this Giselle truly believed that he was right.
    In the lull of her orgasm they undressed one another slowly and with great sensual appreciation, each andevery familiar place of pleasure was revealed to loving eyes, lips and fingers.
    Saul’s erection, its flesh smooth and taut with the desire that flooded it, incited Giselle’s soft explorative touch, and her heart started to beat faster with anticipatory pleasure as she took control of their lovemaking, knowing that she held Saul in her power. She smoothed her fingers over his hot flesh whilst he lay on his back on their bed, his chest rising and falling with the fierce beat of his heart as he fought for self-control. A small bead of semen escaped that control, causing Giselle to smile knowingly at him and then bend her head to lick it delicately from him before stroking his hardness with her tongue.
    Saul groaned and pleaded with her. ‘Stop doing that…unless…’
    ‘Unless what?’ Giselle teased him.
    ‘Unless you want this,’ Saul told her, taking hold of her and pulling her up towards him.
    Triumphantly Giselle straddled him. ‘You are my prisoner, my sex slave.’ She bent towards him to whisper words against his mouth. ‘You can’t speak or move until I say that you can. You can only watch.’
    Kneeling up, she lowered herself slowly onto his erection, initially simply letting the rosy-red head bury itself in her wetness, and then moving her body so that she rubbed that wetness over and over his erection.
    She could see the muscles in Saul’s throat cording as he struggled not to move or make a sound, but the pulsing eagerness of his arousal got the better of him, and he groaned out loud, causing Giselle to tut and shakeher head. ‘Now I’ll have to punish you,’ she told him, before leaning forward and flicking her tongue against the small hard points of his nipples.
    Saul’s gasp of raw male pleasure made her smile triumphantly at him as she straightened up and then lowered herself more fully onto his erection, taking a little more of it into her, caressing him with her own flesh, teasing him by allowing him the hot, wet intimacy of her body and then denying him, each time taking in a little more of him and keeping him there a little longer, demanding in a softly sensual voice, ‘Are you watching, Saul?’
    Saul’s upper chest was flushed and beads of sweat clung to his throat.
    Giselle laughed and leaned forward to lick them away—and that was when Saul made his move, reaching out to take hold of her hips and wrest control of their intimacy from her, thrusting fully into her and then withdrawing, asking her, ‘How do you like it when you are forbidden to touch?’
    It was a game they had played many times before, but Giselle still shuddered with wild wanton desire when Saul held her and moved her, until the depth and speed of his thrusts overwhelmed them both with the urgency of their need, and their