‘You are every bit as glorious as I thought you’d be,’ she murmured before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Lapping gently, she felt her own arousal increase to almost unbearable proportions as Charlie raised his hips. He tasted divine.

‘Come back up here,’ Charlie murmured. His voice was husky. ‘I want to feel all of you.’

Obligingly, Holly returned to the top of the bed and gasped as Charlie pulled her close, wrapping himself around her. The weight of his body was utterly divine. There was little between them now, and little else to say. As Charlie’s hand slid between her parted thighs and began to caress her, sliding warm fingers inside her while finding the absolute centre of her pleasure with his thumb, Holly felt the long, rolling tingle becoming deeper, more insistent, until she was riding a long wave of climax that throbbed and beat insistently within her and made stars explode behind her eyes.

It was an easy matter to keep that feeling going as, after a moment’s break to slip on a condom, Charlie bridged the last, most significant gap. His length inside her, his long, almost languid thrusts, gave way to a more intense and frenetic rhythm as he reached towards his own beating climax. As he came, he raised his head and looked her deeply in the eyes. ‘I think I love you, Holly Renton,’ he said in his most unguarded, most vulnerable moment.

‘I think I love you too, Charlie Thorpe,’ Holly replied. ‘Lovely, lovely Charlie.’

They collapsed beside each other in the moonlit darkness of Holly’s bedroom. Arthur, who’d waited decorously on the windowsill, slunk in through the window and settled himself at the foot of the bed with a rumbling purr.

‘What a day,’ Charlie murmured, pulling Holly close so that her head was resting on his chest. Idly, she played with the curls she found there as he caressed the back of her neck.

‘Well, they say that Willowfest causes all kinds of energies to be heightened,’ Holly said. ‘And it’s certainly worked wonders for you.’ She propped herself up on one elbow to get another look at him. Post-climax, Charlie was a sight to behold; hair ruffled, five-o’clock shadow on his face and lazy, sleepy, liquid brown eyes, looking at her as though she was the only person in the world. She suddenly felt a great rush of love for him. She couldn’t imagine, now they’d found each other, ever being without him.

She shook her head in bewilderment. No one had ever affected her like this. She felt punch-drunk with love, fuzzy with contentment. And she was pretty sure it wasn’t just the utterly mind-blowing sex that was making her feel that way.