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‘Perhaps we can enjoy each other without having actual sex?’
He felt his mouth drop open slightly.
‘Define “actual sex”,’ he said quietly.
‘Penetrative sex,’ she said. ‘Your cock inside me.’
The words set off a chain reaction of images in his brain, him on top of her on the floor, the bed, the bar and seeing the widening of her eyes as she finally took all of him.
He took a swallow of his drink and she did the same, maintaining eye contact above their glasses.
‘So, to be clear, touching each other with our hands would be okay?’ he asked.
‘Uh-huh.’ She nodded.
‘And mouths?’
She pressed her lips together and nodded again.
‘Yep.’
‘And tongues?’
She rolled her eyes and grinned. ‘Definitely, yes.’
‘To give each other pleasure,’ he asked and watched the flush of her neck. ‘But no penetrative sex,’ he confirmed.
‘Exactly.’
‘Is your promise that important to you?’
‘Yes,’ she said with a light laugh at herself. ‘It is. But I guess I’ve realised I have needs too.’ He was so full of need right now that he was hard for her for the second time that day.
He chuckled and let his eyes linger on her face, sweep down to her top, flick over her chest. She was delicious. And if she was on the menu, he was hungry. If it wasn’t time for the main course yet, then fine. He could still snack. He imagined peeling her shirt back from her shoulders and then cupping those breasts. He visualised pulling her jeans down her long legs and seeing what was between them. She put her finger under his chin and brought his gaze back up to her face.
‘What do you think, Etienne? Can I trust you?’
‘To what?’
‘Tonothave sex.’ Her face was serious, and he felt the depth of the question.
‘Of course.’ He would never take it further than anyone wanted it to go.
‘Then shall we have some fun?’
‘When do we start?’ he said eagerly, and she laughed, putting her finger against his lips. She swallowed the last of her whisky and slipped from the stool.
‘Soon.’
Girl Gang WhatsApp group
Isabella: He went for it.
Amber: I bet he did. But can you stick to it?
Isabella: Yup.
Wren: So, when will you start?
