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the road,
they both glanced at each other and grinned ruefully as their eyes
met.
    Unfortunately, they missed the lights
changing. The sudden call came from the right, ‘Watch out!’
    A cyclist zoomed past their noses. They both
started in shock, and Rob’s arm shot up around Sian to pull her
back to the pavement.
    ‘Bloody hell!’ cursed Rob. ‘’Scuse my
language. Sorry.’
    Sian laughed, ‘We should’ve kept a better eye
out. Come on, it’s clear now.’
    As they crossed, Rob’s arm didn’t drop from
her waist, Sian could feel his warm fingers through her coat and
dress. The shot of adrenalin and his hand on her was making her
body buzz, feel light-headed. Heat began building again between her
legs and her breath shortened. Trying to regulate her breathing
only made her more aware of his woodsy aftershave and the scent of
him underneath, how he smelled and tasted. She knew he was talking
but struggled to focus.
    She glanced at him again and his hand
squeezed on her waist. Barely restraining a moan, she turned
towards him and their eyes locked. The flickering heat between them
exploded into wildfire.
    ‘Shall we go…?’ He didn’t need to say
anything more, both his hands coming around her waist.
    ‘Yes please.’
    ‘Your place or mine?’
    ‘Whichever’s closest?’
    'Mine then.'
    Back across the road, to the taxi rank.
Luckily, nothing got in their way this time. Sian didn’t hear what
he said to the driver, just allowing herself to be bundled in the
back of the black cab. The door slammed and his hands hauled her
towards him. Or did she grasp him?
    Hands fought against clothing as they ate
each other up, only separating to draw breath. Hands dropped to her
legs, ran upwards to the bare skin at the tops of her thighs.
    His head dropped to her neck and he moaned,
‘Stockings?’
    His hot breath and licking kiss made her
gasp, ‘Hold-ups.’
    ‘Sexy.’ His fingers tightened urgently and he
pulled her partially across his lap.
    Her arms went around his shoulders. She could
feel his erection through the soft wool of his trousers, the hard
flesh pulsing towards her. One hand danced around and down, she
rubbed him and he moaned again.
    ‘Oi, you two, we’re here.’ The taxi driver’s
voice interrupted their heated clinch and they both groaned.
    Somehow they manoeuvred out of the cab
without letting go of each other, Rob chucking a note to the driver
and fumbling with his keys. ‘Two seconds,’ he gasped, ‘We just need
to get indoors.’
    Sian was vaguely aware of voices as they
mounted some stairs and entered a flat. He propelled her to a door,
opening it and kicking it closed behind them.
    He ruthlessly stripped off her coat. She
helped him with his, the sweater and shirt disappearing too within
seconds. She laughed in triumph at his revealed chest, and attacked
his belt and fly.
    Before his trousers dropped down, he shoved a
condom in her hands and left her to it as he yanked her dress open,
scooped her breasts out and pulled up her dress as she tried to
keep hands on him.
    Feeling his ready erection was too much.
‘Now,’ she gasped, ‘I need you now.’
    He fumbled briefly for the protection and he
tugged her knickers to one side, lifted her up and down over
him.
    Sian cooed her pleasure as she stretched
around him and he thrust them together. Standing was too much; he
staggered backwards and sat on a soft mattress. Sian straddled him.
Her breasts bounced above his face, he grasped and squeezed them
firmly as she took over.
    Down and up, down and up, she rode him for
her as her body demanded, thrusting her hips as they rubbed slickly
together. The pressure built and exploded through her, she gasped,
panted and squealed as heat consumed her. He groaned and she felt
him pulsing inside her.
    ‘Oh. My. God.’ Sian collapsed on him, her
breasts mashing up to his lightly furred chest. They panted
together for minutes. She felt him soften, and regretfully started
moving. He let her, his