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‘Absolutely.’

There could be no chance of an unplanned pregnancy. He always wore a condom, to protect both himself and his partner.

Only this was something he had never encountered before.

A woman who wanted just him and just this.

So was it a kick of rebellion as he replaced the condoms in the drawer?

Or trust?

No, for he trusted no one.

And yet, here they stood, and he wanted every moment of this night, every inch of her naked skin.

He pulled her to him and found the little side zip of her dress.

‘Violet...’ he whispered—for, as she’d said the dress had been calling her, she had been calling to him all night.

It was pure silk, and it fell as such, and he loved her pale breasts and her little silver knickers. He removed them too, and then led her to a bedroom chair, where she sat, naked apart from her heels.

He removed his tie, and then his cufflinks. She was watching his every move intently. She reminded him of a little hawk, just learning to track.

She noted everything.

Every button and every glimpse of his chest made her own chest tighten.

He removed his shirt and Violet watched as his gorgeous chest was revealed. She felt her bottom lift a little from the chair.

He kicked off his shoes and then he came closer. He placed one foot on her thigh and wordlessly, wondrously, she rolled down the black sock, exposing one long, elegant foot even as his hand pulled all the pins from her hair. She stroked the coffee-coloured skin of the foot on her thigh and then he removed it.

She crossed her legs, as if it might somehow calm the now swollen flesh between her legs.

Sahir presented his second socked foot, and as she slipped the other sock off his hand was loosening her hair. Then the sole of his foot slid between her legs, prising her thighs apart as if he knew the turmoil she felt between them.

He was looking between her legs as he unbelted his trousers, then slipped down his zipper. She felt her legs pressing back together of their own volition—not to hide, just in unfamiliar tension—as he removed the last of his clothing and she saw him erect, saw the gorgeous dark silky hair. The excitement of his arousal made her weak...

‘Stay there,’ he said.

And she continued to sit as he knelt down and pulled her bottom to the edge of the chair. He stroked her whilst easing her legs further apart. She touched his broad shoulders a little tentatively, as if he might suddenly disappear.

‘Why aren’t I shy?’ she asked.

‘It’s just us...you don’t need to be.’

He kissed her breasts, and she felt nicely lazy as he ministered to each one, his tongue perfection in its light suction, the small nips of his teeth. And then his head trailed down, and she looked at her breasts, wet from his mouth and unfamiliar with their budded nipples.

Her stomach was kissed deeply, and she leant back in the hard chair and closed her eyes. Then she moaned as his fingers parted her and his tongue explored her and it was the nicest, most unhurried moment. She looked down and saw his black hair, felt the tension in his shoulders, while her legs were so limp that he easily lifted them over him.

‘I should do something...’

It was the vaguest ever offer to help—like offering to do the almost done dishes. Because she never wanted to move again. He ignored her anyway, just caressed her with his mouth, with his lips and his tongue.

‘Sahir...’ she said, sensation rippling through her.

His mouth was taking all the tension of the day, until it faded away with a sigh.

‘Oh...’

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