and she knew that she was going to come. She could smell her own scent, feel the tremble that was under his hands, spreading upwards, mingling with the anticipation and want. ‘Let go.’ He rested his hand between her legs, felt the heat and dampness through her shorts, pressed against her, let her rock against him.
‘Oh, shit.’ Her thighs tightened around his hand and she was coming.
Kezia gasped as her body hit the high it had been aiming for. Her pussy tightened greedily around her fingers. Gradually the tremors died down, her body fizzled back down from its peak, leaving just a gentle buzz of warmth. Then she rolled over on to her side and crashed.
‘You’re going?’
‘No, what gave you that idea?’ She filled the kettle and put it down with a heavy clatter, hoping that it hid the sound of her heart hammering away sixty to the dozen. Feeling light-headed could be put down to the orgasm he’d inadvertently given her last night. Feeling hot and bothered was definitely down to him just being there. He was dressed in jeans that hugged his hips like they were never going to let go, and an open-necked shirt with rolled-up sleeves that declared ‘man alert.’
‘I just thought…’
‘Ah, it can be a dangerous thing, thinking.’
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