He ran his hand along her forearm until she let go of his hair and brought her hand to meet his, interlocking fingers; she squeezed his hand as he drew her into his mouth. Her grip tightened as she bucked involuntarily before pushing him away and turning onto her side breathlessly. He climbed up next to her and she kissed him, slipping her tongue inside his mouth while reaching down and sliding her hand down the front of his jeans.

‘Are you OK?’ he whispered.

‘No,’ she laughed and pushed him onto his back.

She reached across to the bedside table and pulled out a condom. He unbuttoned himself and put it on as she watched impatiently. He could see the heat in her cheeks; he was sure he was blushing, too. She pulled her vest over her head and threw it on the ground as he removed his jeans.

‘This is really happening, huh?’ Adrian said.

‘Last chance to back out.’ But before he could answer, Imogen straddled him and guided him inside.

Adrian closed his eyes, trying desperately not to succumb to his body just yet. She felt so good. He rested his hands on her hips as she moved, her hands pressed firmly on his chest. He had been ready for longer than he could stand and so he closed his eyes again, the sight of her writhing on top of him only exacerbating the situation. Just hold on a little longer.

Adrian pulled her off and pushed her down onto the bed; he wanted to be in control, he wanted to feel her underneath him as pushed his way inside again and again.

It probably should have lasted longer than it did, but they had months of foreplay behind them, this was just the culmination of all those lonely nights teasing each other in the dark. When he opened his eyes again, he saw her watching him. The moment over, he rolled onto the bed next to her. He took her hand in his and kissed it.

‘So, that happened,’ Imogen said.

‘Regretting it already?’ Adrian said.

‘Of course not. Don’t do that, it’s an insult to both of us. We know what we are doing,’ Imogen said.

‘Obviously.’

She kissed him on the lips again before getting off the bed. Everything had changed since he had last seen her. He couldn’t believe they had gone there. The strangest thing about the whole situation was how natural it felt to be here in a room naked with her. He watched her pull her hair back into a ponytail, wondering when he would be allowed to touch her again. He sat up and pulled his jeans back on as she grabbed her sweatshirt and underpants.

‘So, why did you come over?’ Imogen asked.

‘I um … I thought that was obvious?’

‘Well, do you want some dinner maybe? I order a mean pizza.’

‘If you don’t mind me hanging around?’

‘You’re right, you should leave. We couldn’t possibly share something as intimate as a pizza now. It wouldn’t be right.’ She grinned at him.