Michelle gasps, and Paul purrs with pleasure. The sheer mesh of my black bra accentuates the curve of my breasts, my swollen nipples push against the tight fabric. My high-waisted knickers outline my hourglass figure. I feel like a pin-up girl. Michelle cups my breasts, pinching my nipples tightly between finger and thumb, while Paul deftly unhooks my bra. Softly pressing her lips against mine, Michelle pulls me down to the couch in the corner of the room. I can feel the heat of her body warming mine, it feels like sunshine on my skin. She reaches between my legs and moving the fabric of my underwear to one side, starts to stroke me, softly. I wriggle and writhe against her, desperate to feel her pushing her fingers inside me, but she arches her back. I slide my right hand between her legs, and she’s soaking wet, all the way to the top of her thighs. Slowly, with a little trepidation, I slide a finger inside her. I want to make her feel good. I imagine telling my French lover…No, no one needs the back story. Focus up! Michelle moans so deeply that I’m worried I’ve hurt her, but she grinds her hips and squeezes my fingers further inside her. I’m lost in her world, desperate to draw those sounds out from her, so I’m briefly confused when I feel a warm hand on the small of my back, more soft lips against my neck. Wordlessly, Paul pulls me away. He’s naked now and seems more like a wolf than a lion. His body is tight, but lean, a little spare flesh on his abdomen indicating that he’s a man who always puts pleasure first. He places his hands so that they span the space between my breasts and my belly button. ‘Now I’ve got you,’ he grins. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

He pushes his face against the plane of skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and inhales deeply. I feel his tongue—no, his teeth, grazing the curved flesh, and I feel terrified, but turned on. He’s shifted, so I’m on his lap, I feel his cock—too rude? Dick? No. Penis? Noooooooo—stiffening against my skin. He slides his huge hands down my body, his fingers brushing my pussy for less than a second, before he starts to stroke my inner thighs. I squirm against him, desperate to bring his touch higher, but his whole body turns rigid. He grabs my soft skin, slightly too hard, and pushes my legs apart.