I bounce on his dick, gently at first, crying out at his girth, and then harder until I’m pounding myself down on him. His hands cup my arse, and I bend and kiss him.

He freezes for a second as if he’s stunned that I’m kissing him during sex, but then his lips open, and he moans into my mouth. We keep the connection, tangling our tongues until our bodies become frantic, and we can only pant into each other’s mouths.

My balls tingle, and this time I don’t fight it. I push my feet under his thighs and sit back, resting my hands on his chest and tangling my fingers in the hair there. I writhe, and his deep groan echoes through the room. I can feel every centimetre of him in this position, and I’m quickly reaching the point of no control.

“Mags?” I gasp.

“Yes,” he says in a thick voice. “Yes, Laurie.”

I slam down on him, and his big hand grabs my cock. He squeezes me as he pulls his fist up, and I’m gone, spurting into his palm until the come trickles over his fingers. After the last pulse is finished, he lets go of me and licks his fingers.

I push down on him. “Don’t stop,” I say hoarsely. “Come in me, Mags.”

He grabs my hips, and slams into me a few times before giving a truncated groan. There’s a burst of heat inside me as he comes into the condom and then I fall forward, his arms immediately surrounding me and holding me tightly.

Eventually, I manoeuvre off him and fall to my back, staring up at the ceiling and gulping air.

“Well, I think you should definitely keep that ashtray on the bedside table, Mags. It obviously helps,” I mutter.

I steal a glance at him, and he starts to laugh, the sound loud and hearty in the quiet room and I can’t help but laugh too. He deals with the condom, tossing it rather cavalierly over the side of the bed, where he’ll probably step on it later. I repress a smile. I hope I see that happen. Then he rolls into me, throwing his arm over my stomach.

“Stay for a bit,” he orders.

“Well, just for a minute or so,” I whisper. “I’ve got to go through my ribbon box before I can sleep.”

He chuckles. “Make it a pretty one, sweetheart.”

I settle back into the pillows, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine, the hairs on his chest tickling my ribs and the dampness of his cock against my leg. The scent of sex is heady. I breathe in and close my eyes for a second.

* * *

I don’t know how long it is before I stir. Shit, I must have fallen asleep.