" I can't describe the rush that went through me as I made her come like that. Her screams are like music to me and I know that I was addicted to her....I pull her towards the edge of the bed, on her hands and knees and stood behind her. I slowly ease myself into her with a moan. " uuuuhhhh..aaaaahhhhhh." I grab her hips and start thrusting lightly into her, knowing the slow pace torments her.Her body is shaking as I pull her to the edge of the bed, a moan " oooohhhh..mmmmm,"slips from her when I. You press it again and nothing happens.Oh well, it was a stupid idea anyway, you shove your hands in your pocket and turn to leave, then the door opens..."Hi" I say sleepily. I'm standing shivering in the doorway wearing just a vest and shorts. You can see my nipples poking through the material."Always answer the door dressed like that do you?" you ask with a smile."Oh hush and come in, it's cold" I reply grabbing your hand and pulling you in, closing the door quietly behind us. I lean back. I can gently nip the firm buds of her nipple, too, feeling their urgency. A gently moan escapes her lips, and I place a finger to her lips for quiet; there are, after all, light sleepers barely four metres away. Her breasts, her nipples, the flat of her stomach; they all beg to be kissed, and I respond to their need.A new smell pervades our bed. It is the scent of arousal, but had I not known it would have driven me to rut anyway. Knowing that I will find heat, and dampness, and desire, I. John would just go on with his life and Holly would be left behind, just a footnote in John Holcomb's life.Holly began to weep.Marnie gently took Holly in her arms and held her as she cried.Holly drove home after shift. It had been a very long shift and she was exhausted.It didn't help that she had alienated the man she thought she was falling in love with.When she went in the apartment, she checked her messages. One intrigued her."This is Donatien," the voice said with a definite French.