He groaned, and went back to my neck, and I helped him pull his work trousers down, taking his boxers with them. Then he was in me, pinning me to the wall. I tried to get as much of my dress out of the way so he didn’t stain it, and reveled in the feeling of what having sex like this meant about us as a couple. It felt good. It mostly felt good with Ben, but I still knew I wouldn’t come. Not when I was worried about being late, and not with this little foreplay. But I knew I’d use the memory of this moment in times to come. The memory of being wanted this much would be the erotic kindling I would use to masturbate to for a good time afterward. So, in that way, I was technically having multiple orgasms, spread out over a long period of time. Ben smacked my arse once more and I jolted with the shock of it. He yelled out as he emptied into me, holding me against the wall by his body. We were both still for a moment, his lips still on my neck, then the moment broke and we laughed as he took himself out of me.

“Hang on, otherwise I’ll ruin the dress,” I ran down the corridor with it held artificially high and plonked onto the loo, breathless. A deep grin sewed itself onto my face as I lay my head on my knees, feeling smug and full. Ben followed me in, half pulling his trousers up. He went to the sink to wash himself off.

“So, where are you off to again?” he asked, like nothing had happened. It was so unbelievably hot.

I smiled into my knees. “Charlotte Street Hotel.”

“Oooo, very fancy.”

Was it weird, how much I still loved him, as I watched my boyfriend wash his penis in the sink? I wondered if my adoration would ever dampen down? If I’d ever stop feeling hit like a truck with the force of how much I loved him, wanted him, needed him...worried I didn’t deserve him? Feeling ashamed, that I couldn’t tell him in case it scared him off. Ben dried his penis off using the hand towel, and the love died a little.

“And who is this mysterious friend you’ve got all dressed up for?”

I paused, nervous to confirm her reentry into my life. “Jessica. We knew each other as teenagers.”

“Oh, cool. You’ve never really mentioned her before.”