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Instantly he hardened and swelled inside side her filling her totally. Then, like a magician pulling a dove out of a hat, he started to bounce her and as he did, he tantalised her with the vibrator, moulding it onto her clit with such exquisite pressure she knew she couldn’t hold herself much longer. Rising, upwards and downwards in a mounting rhythm, her eyes seeing stars, her luscious come juice trickling over his prick, her breasts bouncing up and down in his face, he urged her on. He breathed, his voice reaching her as if they were floating in space, ‘That’s it, Breeze fuck me, fuck me good. Come over me, let me feel you lose it.’ That did it, that brought her over the hill. His filthy words, his total abandon, his pounding cock relentlessly driving her up and down, the vibrator deliciously tantalising her cunny made her explode, forced her to come in sensational jolting pulses. Breeze let out a scream and a long aching sigh as her orgasm rode him again and again, the sweat beading on her brow, her whole body pulsating like a softly purring machine. The first time, the first time she had ever given herself fully with him inside her and the relief, the blessed relief felt like being reborn. 
    Breeze collapsed on the bed, floated downwards, felt as if her whole body were swimming in warm water. It was sublime, it was beautiful, it was the ultimate. She realised in that moment that he hadn’t been looking selfishly to win the prize ... but that he had given her the prize, the ability to totally let go, to abandon yourself to another. In that moment, regarding Seb gazing down at her looking more content than any man she had ever seen, stroking her damp forehead, she knew she was falling inexorably, inexplicably for him. She hadn’t wanted to, she didn’t understand it but she was. That was her last thought before she fell into a slumber so perfect, she gave herself up to the warmth of his arms and the sigh of his lips. 
    When she woke it was to see dawn play in peaches and burnished gold across the tips of the trees waving outside in Green Park. The night had seemed so perfect, but the morning after was spiked with reality. Breeze looked at Seb slumbering, narrow hips wrapped in a sheet. Even at rest, the muscles rounded like a range of hills. In his sleep, his hand went to the back of his head and he winced. If things had been normal, if they’d had a proper relationship she’d have woken him, questioned him about that pain – for pain it must be that plagued him in sleep. But things weren’t normal. They weren’t honeymooners, they weren’t a happy ever after; they were two people thrown together by circumstances. Maybe they were simply misfits who had shared something extraordinary but whose time was coming to an end. Next week was his birthday and was bound to be their last time together. Seb was famous for being a loner, he would revert to type; they always did. He looked perfect hero material now but she decided she’d rather leave with that impression of him on her senses than have him wake, see the coldness return to his eyes, realise that she was just one more conquest in a life filled with conquests. That now he’d had the ultimate from her, spent the night with her, she would be expendable. He’d keep her, might use her one more time, after all she was his birthday present to himself and then she’d be discarded. Still, she thought as she looked at his deeply slumbering form and picked up her clothes to sneak away. It had been good. Very, very good. No, not just that. It had been sensational. 
    She raced through the park, towards Victoria Station, and remembered that she still hadn’t told him of Richard’s treachery. She’d still retained one bit of power, she still had the ability to save Seb or see him go to the dogs. Her independence told her to keep that bit of ammunition up her sleeve, but time was running out. If she didn’t tell him soon, he could be ruined. She made it home, her