‘Was that good?’ Ben asks, going to Cat directly and lifting her T-shirt off.

‘Great,’ Cat replies, unbuttoning his jeans.

‘How long do you have?’ Ben asks, nuzzling his way down from her neck to her right nipple. ‘Because I have about seven inches.’

‘I have to write my report,’ Cat says huskily. She takes his cock in her mouth.

‘Jesus, Cat,’ Ben pants. They gaze glazed at each other. Cat unzips her shorts and lets them fall. Ben cups his hand between her legs and can feel the heat and moistness seep through her panties. He moves his fingers as if he is playing a trumpet and watches as Cat sways with desire. He slips a finger inside the elastic and finds her flesh, burrows in a little and teases her. Her heightened breathing, audible, urgent, turns him on. The sight of his cock, stiff and straining and impatient, turns her on.

‘I want you now,’ he murmurs.

‘You can have me now,’ she replies. They wriggle out of their clothing, intermittently gorging themselves on each other’s mouths. Breathing is deep and desirous, interspersed with a little laughter. The bed is creaky in places. Cat loves the sound of Ben, that he sucks in his breath when she runs her hands over his torso, that he gasps when her fingertips skim his balls. Ben loves the sounds of Cat, the little inadvertent moans she gives when he tweaks her clitoris, he likes the sudden gasp he causes when he treats her nipples to a bite or a suck. She’s a sight to behold as he looks up her body while his mouth is buried in her sex. Her figure is trim and pert. She tastes delicious. He could drink her for hours. She doesn’t have hours.

‘Don’t stop,’ she pleads, moving against his mouth. But he takes his face away and now he is hovering over her, his cock probing at her bush, her stomach, her thigh, teasingly.

‘Later,’ he informs her, dipping down to kiss her.

‘Now!’ Cat remonstrates, smelling her scent on his face.

‘Such matters should not be rushed,’ Ben reasons, closing his eyes and groaning as Cat grasps his cock and starts to masturbate him. He steadies her wrist to his favoured pace and then holds it tight, motionless.

‘Stop,’ he tells her. ‘We both have jobs to do.’

‘But I want you,’ Cat pleads, opening her legs, ‘I do. Now.’

Ben smiles down at her, all lovely and soft and supine beneath him. ‘Look on this as a taster,’ he says, propping himself up next to Cat and slipping his hand between her legs. ‘I’m going to whisk you away tonight, I know of a place.’ He has two fingers inside her and her eyes are closed with the exquisite pleasure of it all. ‘It’s private and beautiful and we’re going to have sex there.’

Cat’s breathing is fast, she is moving herself against his hand, finding his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing lightly at her clitoris. She is feeling his cock. They are staring hard at each other, dipping faces close to tongue and bite, pulling away to breathe and gasp. Ben takes his hand away when he feels Cat’s sex start to quiver.