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when she revealed her breasts, nestled prettily in their gauzy half-cups, was most satisfactory. Sarah paused for a moment to give him the full effect.
    He lay a tentative palm on her midriff. She quickly discarded her top and pulled the dreamy cashmere over her head. Smoothing it down dislodged his hand. He sighed.
    Sarah twisted towards him, wrapping an arm around him and making sure that her elbow ‘accidentally’ brushed across his straining erection. ‘You deserve a thank-you kiss.’
    Her lips stayed closed to his tongue until he turned in his seat and pushed her back against hers. Sarah was still determined to make him earn every inch of progress. She almost giggled. Her night with Jack had proved she wasn’t cheap and now, with David, she wasn’t going to be easy, either.
    His arm reached passed her and down to the seat control. It dropped her back, with him half sprawled on top of her. That was more like it. Sarah parted her lips for him. Her tongue met his. He still tasted of coriander, but then so must she.
    She loved to kiss. Once she started, she could never get enough. As David’s kisses stoked her passion, she became voracious, licking him, giving him her tongue to suck, each of them breathing the other’s heated breath. His hand slipped up under her sweater, caressed her ribcage and slithered higher. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. When he finally reached and then gently rolled her right nipple, she almost yelped, but swallowed it. Only Jack was welcome to make her squeal.
    David was moaning into her mouth. Where he was pressed against her hip, she could feel the hardness of his erection. Should she break it off now, before his, and her, excitement took them all the way? Should she take him up to her room and into her bed after all? As usual, when undecided, she chose neither course. Besides, the kisses were intoxicating.
    David’s hand withdrew. Sarah knew what that meant. He’d decided that she was excited enough that she’d allow him to touch her between her legs. Yes, his hand slid up under her skirt. Even though she’d expected that caress, she still hadn’t made her mind up if she was going to let him or not. Her thighs parted, making her decision for her.
    ‘You’re not wearing any …’ David whispered when his fingers reached their goal.
    ‘Yes I am.’
    ‘Oh?’ He fumbled at the delicate fabric of her new thong. ‘New?’ he asked.
    ‘A birthday present.’
    He froze. ‘From …?’
    ‘From me to myself.’
    He relaxed. ‘To wear for me?’
    ‘Like I said, for myself.’
    He kissed her again, with renewed passion. David always did that when he was about to touch her
there
. Maybe he thought his lips and tongue would distract her from what his fingers were doing. Dumb. Perhaps she wasn’t good at multitasking but she wasn’t such a ditz that she couldn’t pay attention to a probing tongue and an exploring finger at the same time.
    The lips of her sex had engorged and parted. She was already wet. His finger slid up into her. Sarah allowed herself a quick gasp.
    ‘Nice?’ he asked, smugly.
    She didn’t answer. Her thoughts were in turmoil again. The last time David had penetrated her with a finger, she’d been a virgin. What if she felt different now that she was a woman?
    ‘You twitched – inside.’
    ‘Girls do.’ She wasn’t going to explain that the sudden contraction had been for fear he’d be able to tell she’d been fucked, hard and deep and for a long time, just the night before. The memory of the things that her Jack had done to her excited Sarah. ‘Do me like I like it,’ she said.
    He found the nub of her clit and rubbed it. Sarah slumped down further and strained her thighs apart. David didn’t know it, but for a few moments, if he’d rolled fully on top of her and entered her, she wouldn’t have been able to resist. Nor would she have wanted to.
    Then he was rubbing in the wrong place at the wrong angle and too hard, so she was able to take