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She awoke to his far from flaccid manhood pressed intensely into her femininely arched back. It was like a burning poker iron against almost-branded frail flesh. The realisation of this startled her; not even due to the hot-headed desire that it had riled in the chasm of her loins and her soul but purely the fact that she had broken her one golden rule – no spending the night.

Her reckless abandon of the rule book, her lace underwear and her emotional guards had left her naked and exposed on numerous levels. This thought however had darted from her mind as he wrapped his toned arms around her svelte waist and his lips pressed heavily onto her collar bone. With one telling gasp she lowered her guard further and twisted her body to fit the mould that he had created for her.

Should she open her eyes to meet his gaze? Her one glance could be all too telling but she could feel his harsh scrutiny challenging her to bare her soul. She decided against confronting his eyes and buried her face into his chest taking in the residue of last night’s pleasure with her rose-blushed lips. If she worked her way down his body she believed that she could further avoid the taunting curiosity of his stare that mocked her newly-uncovered emotional weaknesses.

He allowed her to think that she was escaping him. That he would consent to her using her lips as a weapon as she evasively edged downwards. Her rigid nipples were one fleeting moment away from grazing the tops of his thighs and her mouth consuming his body. She paused. Poised. Too long. He ripped her from her safe-place and up to meet his face. She instinctively hid herself away again, this time in his kiss. Forcefully she pushed her body against his. Her breasts beating to the rhythm of her pulse against his chest. Her hands exploring his hair wildly as she wrapped her legs around him; engulfing his penis in her desire.

It was too late. She’d fallen. He knew he had her.