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a long finger carefully down her right side, lingering over the sensitive hip bone, she jerked at the sharp, almost painfully sweet sensation it caused.
    It didn't take him long to strip off his clothes, and as he walked towards her she noticed that his penis was standing rigidly upright brushing his lower stomach, and quickly raised her eyes. His chest was covered with dark hair that also surrounded the base of the penis, but his stomach was smooth and hairless.
    'Lie down,' he instructed, pushing her gently on the shoulder, and she obediently stretched herself out against the sheets. For a few moments he remained propped on one elbow, studying her carefully, his eyes unable to see enough. Then he put his arms beneath her and lifted her body against his, moving his right leg quickly between hers so that when he released her from his grasp he was able to put a hand between her thighs and start moving his fingers in soft, ceaseless circles that made her start to squirm against his hand even as other sensations flickered from breast to stomach as he sucked and licked on her small, light pink nipples that fascinated him by their almost childlike appearance.
    At first she tried to push his head away, ashamed of her small breasts and certain that they must be a disappointment to him, but he ignored her and once the pleasure began she ceased being embarrassed and realised that obviously size didn't matter at all.
    Toby took a long time. He licked her ears and neck; he drew feather-like patterns on her stomach and back and returned again and again to her immature breasts, but never once did he attempt to put his mouth lower than her stomach because he sensed—quite correctly—that if he startled her this time she might never come back to him, and there was so much pleasure in store for them both that even Toby had the sense to exercise some discretion.
    By the time he pressed himself against her entrance she was soaking wet, totally caught up in the pleasure, all fears dismissed. He entered slowly at first, hesitated at the slight restriction and then thrust hard, but her moan was more of surprise than pain and he felt free to carry on thrusting as hard as he liked.
    She was tighter than any woman he'd ever had, even the occasional under-age virgin had usually been a technical virgin only, and this—coupled with the excitement of knowing that by simply being with her, making love to her and establishing a sexual hold, he was breaking the rules—made him incapable of lasting as long as usual.
    Sometimes women begged him to finish but Lisa didn't because just as she began to tense, just as the feelings within her began to bunch up into a tight knot, Toby gave a groan of despair, shuddered and then slumped down on top of her.
    Lisa stared at the back of his dark head in surprise. How could he let it end like that? she wondered. Surely there was more. There must be. All those writers couldn't be wrong. She felt frustrated, disillusioned and horribly vulnerable. Also, he was very heavy and she pushed at his chest.
    'You're crushing me,' she murmured apologetically.
    Aware of his failure, he rolled off her. 'I'm sorry. Just give me a few minutes and I'll make sure you're all right. You were too much for my self-control!' Taking a cigarette from the pack beside the bed he lit it. 'You don't mind, do you?'
    'I'm afraid cigarette smoke makes me cough.' It was true but as soon as she'd spoken she knew it was a mistake.
    His eyes darkened yet he kept his voice controlled. 'I always smoke after sex.'
    'Then I think I'll have a shower if you've got one.' 'Sure, the bathroom's across the way.'
    Above the sound of the water he suddenly heard the doorbell. Wondering who on earth could be calling on him at nine o'clock on Boxing Night, he pulled on his dark blue toweling robe and wandered down the steps and across to the side door.
    At first he didn't recognise the man who stood outside. He was of average height with dark brown hair, wearing a