It’s always been clear to me that the female sex organs are far more complex than the blunt instruments with which we blokes are gifted, but my hyper-focus has never quite zoned in on the intricacies of a woman like it’s doing now. I’m usually thinking mainly about chasing my own pleasure. The woman’s pleasure is more marginal: it’s an ego boost to me and a channel for getting her wetter and the sex hotter.

But in this moment, all I can focus on is exploring Marlowe. Being allowed to explore her. Having free rein over her stunning, incredible body.

‘How does this feel?’ I murmur against her mouth as I return to her clit with featherlight touches.

‘Like you’re teasing me and teasing me,’ she says with a little gasp.

‘You want it harder?’

‘Yeah, but I kind of like the teasing, you know? It’s making me lose my mind.’

‘That’s very good, baby. That’s exactly what I want you to do. I want you to lose that incredible mind. Just lie back and pay attention to every little touch.’

I hold her more tightly and lift my head so I can watch her face. Her eyelids have fluttered closed again. Her dark-blonde eyelashes lie fanned out against her cheeks. She’s wearing no makeup today, and she looks wholesome as fuck. I continue to touch her lightly, and with every touch I wonder how it feels to her. How much each stroke teases her. Torments her.

Ignites her.

She writhes beneath me, pushing into my fingertips. Her body is warm and lithe against mine.

‘I’m close. I’m⁠—’

‘Look at me,’ I order her. ‘Look at me and I’ll give you everything you need.’

She opens her eyes. They’re magnificent. I could lose myself in them. Their huge pupils, their frantic movements, tell me everything I’ve wanted to know. She’s not faking this. She needs it. Right now, she needs me.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ I tell her as I slide two fingers inside her cunt and use my thumb to rub her harder. She’s silken inside. Silken. Our faces are inches apart. I blame the rasp in my voice on the fact that my cock is rock fucking hard. ‘I’ve never been so blown away by a woman’s beauty as much as I was that time I first saw you. Never.’ And every time I’ve seen you since.

She arches harder, lifting her hand to grip the bicep of the arm I’m using to get her off as if she’s scared I’ll pull away.

‘I want to tell you something.’ She swallows and looks away. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing.’ I’m not the only one whose voice is strained. Hers is breathy with desire