I don’t just want to see her orgasm; I want to feel it. I want to savour the chasm that lies between having kissed her earlier, before I’d warmed her up properly, and kissing her now, when she’s all wanton and sated and soft, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue and revelling in the feel of her silky legs as they squeeze the sides of my thighs.

When I release her mouth so I can look at her, her beautiful brown eyes are almost all pupil, and her face is still flushed, and she looks nothing short of shell-shocked. I’m not sure if it’s the ferocity of her orgasm that’s taken her by surprise or the fact that she experienced it here with me, but I’ll take either option.

‘You okay?’ I ask with all the smugness of a man who knows it’s absolutely a rhetorical question.

‘Yeah.’ Her breathing is still ragged, her eyes darting over my face. ‘Yeah—I’m—that was⁠—’

Inability to string a sentence together is an excellent barometer for orgasm quality in my book.

‘Part two coming right up,’ I say, leaning over to grab my trousers off the floor.

I need to locate a condom and wedge my way inside this snug little cunt immediately.

It would be so easy to flip her over, slide an arm under her stomach and drag her up to her knees, but honestly, I’m not sure she’ll handle it the first time. She’s seriously fucking tight. From my perspective, there’s no such thing as too tight, but I also don’t want to cause the poor girl any injuries.

For once, I’ll restrain myself and fuck her on her back. Warming her up once she starts working for me will be an absolute joy.

And yeah, I’m feeling pretty good about her saying yes to this job right now. Part one of my pitch was killer.

‘When you work for me, you’ll put these on me,’ I tell her as I kneel up between her legs. Her chest is still heaving, her gaze squarely on my dick. I rip the foil with my teeth and proceed to roll the latex over my very fucking sensitive shaft. I didn’t bring lube, which in hindsight was an error, but she’s pretty soaked, so I hope she can take it.

I suck in a breath through my teeth as I put on the condom. Marlowe is eyeing my dick with what looks like extreme trepidation. ‘It’s okay,’ I tell her. ‘I’ll go slow.’

If I’m capable of holding back.