‘How can pleasure be wrong? We both need this. This day is all pain, otherwise. Life shouldn’t be just about pain, Charlie.’

I’m barely listening to his words. I’m feeling his breath on my skin.

‘We can’t bring back the dead,’ he murmurs, punctuating his words with tiny kisses all over my belly. ‘But we. We are alive, my friend, and life is for the pleasure. I know you want me. You know I want you. Is a shame about the contraception, but we can work around this. Look!’

He points to his jeans. The rocket’s on the platform and firing up to go, no doubt about that. I’m aching inside with a combination of memory and anticipation.

‘Why can’t you just use a bloody condom?’ I groan.

He waves his hands around dramatically, eyes flashing.

‘You don’t understand. The loss of sensation, it’s criminal. I am the physical person. I can only have the best, or nothing.’

If there’s any logic in that, I don’t follow it. I’m so hot and juiced up, and I can see the outline of his business and I just want a piece of him so much. He falls backwards on the futon and beckons to me. I follow. Can’t seem to help myself.

I unbuckle his belt and his cock springs into my hands. It’s gorgeous. I remember it so well, dark and smooth and unreasonably stiff. I slip my mouth over the head of it and suck, but I can’t get more than the first half into my throat without choking and gagging. I now remember that it takes both hands and my mouth to get Antonio off, his digger really is that big. When I feel it in my mouth I remember how it fitted inside my body – barely – and again all my inner bits start clenching and throbbing uncontrollably.

‘This is wrong,’ I say, coming up for air.

I hear the smile in his voice as he strokes my hair, my skin, and says, ‘You like that it’s wrong. You love that it’s wrong. Let me lick you. I want to make you come.’

Just the sound of his voice has set me off. He drags at my clothes and I start coming even before he has my pants off, and when his tongue gets on my clit I almost go through the roof. The inside of my body is firing off like a pachinko machine. When it gets like this, I need to have the fucking. The more times I orgasm without fucking, the more cock I need to finally finish me off.

‘I need it,’ I gasp. ‘Now, Antonio! Fuck me now.’

He laughs. ‘You don’t know how I want to, but—’

I slap him across the face.

‘Now! Fuck me, you fucking bastard!’