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lazily, with a sexy smile on his face, his eyes full of arousal and desperation for me to continue. “You… you just do what you need to do.”
    I smile broadly, looking directly into his eyes as I lower my face back down to fulfil him entirely, taking all of him in.

 
    CHAPTER THREE
    THURSDAY 19 TH DECEMBER
     
    Ooh… my head hurts; I think, as something tickles my thighs, stirring me from what must have been an extremely ineffective sleep because I don’t feel like I’ve had any at all. I try to shake off any developing thought to enable me to sink back into sleep – I need more.
    Something is still tickling me and just as I’m about to move my hand down to scratch, my heart almost jumps out of my chest and my eyes from my head as very strong, forceful hands grab each of my inner thighs, forcing them apart. Before I can scream or even look down to see what’s attacking me, a hot, wet and most talented mouth is working against me, between my legs… licking, sucking and kissing me like there will be no tomorrow.
    I moan out loud in ecstasy and grab the sheets either side of me… I have no idea what in the hell is going on, but I’m overwhelmed by this sexual stimulation and have a very vague recollection of doing some naughty, dirty things quite similar to this very recently, so I’m pretty certain this isn’t an unlawful situation.
    “Oh God!” I cry out as he gently sucks on my clitoris, and I hear him chuckle slightly before he moans himself.
    “You taste so good…” he says quietly, indulgently – and as he does, I remember who it is and what we’ve been up to. I surprise myself by not being freaked out – I simply lay back and let it happen, feeling the pressure building higher and higher, anticipating the peak that comes before I know it. And as it does, I grab his head in my hands, my torso crunching and my legs curling at his side, silently begging him to continue until the climax ceases.
    As I lay panting, eyes closed and body completely still, he crawls up the bed and kisses my mouth before lying beside me, slipping his hand over my stomach to rest on my hip. My eyes remain closed, but I enjoy the warmth of his skin as I feel my body become even heavier, sinking into the mattress as I return to that wonderful dreamy place of a few moments ago.
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    The clock on my bedside table says 1:14 and so I figure it must be broken. Damn thing. Maybe it needs new batteries, it has been a while since I’ve been here – but then again, Pam usually notices these things before I arrive. Strange.
    I stretch and wonder what time it really is before noticing that I’m still wearing my watch, which is very unlike me; I never wear my watch to bed. Wow, I must have gotten quite drunk last night. I sit up and look outside through the French doors to the left of the fireplace, wondering why both sets of curtains are still open, but revelling in the beautiful view of the heavily snowy day outside, anyway.
    When I look down at my watch on my wrist, I’m even more surprised to find out that it really is a quarter past one in the afternoon and I am a lazy, disgusting slob. What on earth? And to disturb me just a little further, my bed sheets begin to move to the right of me, so I slowly turn my head, full of dread, to see exactly what lies beneath those 500 thread-count sheets.
    When I see his face, I slap my very own with both hands and close my eyes instantly in the hope that I’m having some hideous nightmare, but alas, when they re-open and I peek through my fingers – he’s still there, breathing heavily on my pillows. I’m not sure what to do, so I just sit, gawping at the man, wondering how the hell to get out of this situation. My eyes soon wander south, to check out whether or not he has pants… or even underpants on.
    As my eyes pass his thick neck, I see tattoos… hundreds of tattoos all over his torso, his huge, muscular arms decorated so intricately. I begin to recall seeing this last night…