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was told.

    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘You’re welcome. But I had to do something; I sent the clothes you were wearing to be cleaned.’
    ‘I noticed.’
    ‘But now I’m sorry I bought you clothes. I like you naked.’
    Paul knelt down. Emma thought about refusing him but couldn’t. She was feeling so strange. Emotional. Tired. Slow. Full of yearning. As soon as he’d entered the room she had wanted him to come to her. She wanted him to wipe her away as a child wipes away tears.
    When he placed his hands on her knees and spread them slowly, she shuddered.
    ‘You can’t leave this room if you’re naked.’
    He pushed her onto her back.
    ‘I can do whatever I want to do to you. You’re miles from home. Penniless. Undressed. Entirely defenceless.’
    He lowered his mouth onto her.
    Emma closed her eyes.
    His kissed her lightly, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing and taunting her with his proximity. He reached up and cupped her left breast, then trailed his fingertips around her nipple. Each touch thrilled her.

    All their recent encounters had been rushed or manic. He had fucked her with little or no fore-play. She had forgotten he could be tender. She allowed herself to sink into the bed. She shut off her head and tried to concentrate on one thing, what his tongue was doing.
    He was gentle. He kissed her lips with an open mouth, his tongue entering her then running up between her lips to her clit. Again and again. Emma moaned. There would be no resistance or games. What he was doing was delicious, she would enjoy him.
    Paul brought both hands down and he gripped her bottom and lifted her slightly. His tongue dipped in deeper, his mouth was all over her.
    Emma’s was imagining him on her. She had jumped ahead and was opening her legs wider as he fucked her. She could even feel his weight and his heated kisses.
    But Paul was still on his knees. His tongue was flicking her clit. And his fingers were in her. He was seeking a spot he knew Emma liked. She moaned generously when he found it. His tongue flicked her, his fingers massaged her and she lifted her hips rhythmically. She was fucking him inher imaginings now – sitting on the cock she had known all her adult life. Grinding.
    Paul felt her hand in his hair. She pushed him down. He started to fuck her with his fingers. His tongue flicked more quickly. Her body was trembling. She started to suck in air, she was writhing, her thighs crushed him, her hand took a clump of his hair in a fist and then she bucked.
    ‘Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!’
    She held him to her roughly. Her thighs held him captive. She rammed her pussy against his face and came. It was huge. It lingered. It was intense. And then her body could handle no more and she pushed him away and lay shivering and shaking in the long reprise.
    Paul undressed and climbed quietly onto the bed. He lay beside her. He knew what he done, he could see the ripples running across her skin. He pressed his body to her side. He was hard. Emma made no sign that she recognised what he was doing. He lifted her right leg and draped it over his hip.

    Emma eyes were closed, she hadn’t moved. Then she felt his cock enter her and there escaped a long low moan from her lips. His cock was thick, notlong. It filled her. She knew it and loved it. She knew what he could do with it. And after her orgasm she wanted him to use it. She wanted to be fucked, properly fucked, again and again. She’d stay in that room forever if he promised never to stop.

    But Paul was her lover. He was not her man. He could never be her man.
    For two weeks Emma luxuriated in the lie they had created. With the help of her parents back in Sydney she sorted the money issue. She was now able to access her account. She bought more clothes but spent much of the time naked in the room with Paul. They were tender, they indulged each other, they were rough and then gentle, they took their time, and they were intimate. It was a