Oliver kept shifting his hips as he leaned forward and kissed her again, biting her bottom lip once again. Aria leisurely parted her lips, as she felt...his tongue slowly trace the outline of them. Oliver’s hips slowed down their movement to an almost agonizing pace, before Aria carefully slid her tongue in his mouth. Oliver picked up speed and pressure again, as he moved his lips down to her neck. In less than a second he’d found her spot and bit down hard on it. Aria gasped as she jerked. Of course hemight not think that in the morning. I smiled faintly at that and put onmy lipstick."Essa Martine," I whispered to my reflection when I was done, "you areabsolutely perfect."I was 5 foot 9 with long dark hair and a body that was firm and sexywith killer curves. I was quite proud of my round and perfectly shapedDD cup breasts as well as my tight round ass. Of course my face wasgorgeous too with large eyes that were just a touch violet and with verykissable lips as a great many men. My first couple of years at Oxford were a blast. Partied hard, drank too much. Had to rein it in a bit when I started working on the wards but somehow I found time to have a damned good social life, right up until I qualified and got myself a job here. ‘After that, it got tougher to fit everything in. Working eighty hours a week as a house officer kind of takes it out of you, especially when you’re studying for exams but I still managed some play time. Bloody stupid. It was obvious that sooner. A Stradivarius violin, say. Or a Bechstein piano.Just playing her took my breath away. Oh yes, I did love to play her. Did. (Have to get used to this past tense. I'll learn, don't worry.)But Anne was gorgeous in so many other ways. It was a party to simply sit with her at the end of a working day. Just discussing what happened, the little things. Knowing that she'd listen and hear whatever was important to me.And for me to sit and listen to her common sense, her witty responses.In the second.