Laura looked up at me, the stirrings of renewed passion already obvious in her face. “You’re not going to rush off again like last time?” she hinted.

Only the briefest moment of indecision, then I got up to fumble in the pile of discarded clothes for my phone, dialling my home landline. It rang repeatedly, but without being answered. I ended the call, instead trying Pam’s mobile, and this time after a few seconds I heard a breathless-sounding “Hello?”

“It’s me,” I put on a disheartened tone. “I’ve just had a call from work — server’s gone down, probably an all-night job. I’ll just come home when it’s sorted and crash out.”

“OK.”

I ended the call, and Laura threw me a querying glance. “Everything all right?”

I frowned. “I can’t be sure, but I don’t think Pam was at home. And her voice sounded strange — like she’d been running, or something.”

Laura’s mouth quirked in a wry smile. “Maybe she had something she needed tonight too — sauce for the goose and all that.”

She kissed me briefly. “Anyway, now you’re staying, I have something that might be useful.”

She reached for her handbag, producing a silver strip of pills in a blister pack. “You chickened out on me last time,” she teased, “but this’ll help you keep up.”

She pushed one blue pill into her palm, held it out to me with a bottle of water from the bedside table. I couldn’t help my feeling of apprehension as I swallowed — I’d never used these before — but if it worked like the TV adverts promised, it’d definitely offer me a better chance of giving Laura everything she needed.

Laura gave a satisfied nod. “Now, that’ll take a little while to kick in, so why don’t you relax — I’m sure we can find something to fill the time nicely.”

I laid back with my head on the pillow, and I wasn’t at all surprised when Laura slid her body onto mine, kissing me hungrily then moving upward a little, arching her back so that her breasts were offered invitingly to my mouth. I took the hint, starting to kiss them, circle the nipples with my tongue, until she made an impatient sound, using her fingers to guide one nipple between my lips. I started to suckle gently, my fingers on her other nipple, and she gave a moan of satisfaction. “Mmm…”

I felt her hips flexing, and then the unmistakeable drip of something warm, wet, onto my stomach. Another drip, and Laura’s breath demirözü escort caught in her throat. “Can’t wait any longer,” and she shifted upwards again, the wetness between her thighs within reach of my mouth, my tongue. I tasted myself on her, but it didn’t matter, and again I slid fingers inside her as I began to flicker my tongue over her nub. Laura was touching her own breasts, squeezing, brushing her nipples, and I used my free hand to cup the curve of her bottom, pull her against my mouth. “Mm,” she moaned, then “Oh — oh god — nearly — put your fingers in deeper.” As I pressed into her, I felt her tense once, again, then a shout of delight I hoped wasn’t audible beyond the room. Her muscles tightened almost painfully on my penetrating fingers, then rippled, and I blinked in surprise as a splash of clear liquid, then another, spurted from her, catching my mouth, running down my chin and onto my chest.

Another aftershock of pleasure, then Laura relaxed, drawing my fingers from her, shifting down to rest on my still-wet skin. “Mm, I love it when that happens.”

“Me too,” I agreed, kissing the top of her head. I shifted position a little, and my eyes widened as I realised that I was now very hard indeed. “Er, Laura…”

She glanced down. “Oo, goody. Now, what shall we try first?”

Without waiting for a reply, she sat up, positioning me at her entrance then lowering herself till she met my body. “Mm, nice.”

I wondered if I was supposed to move in her, but Laura answered my unspoken question by sliding her fingers down over her smooth mound, circling them over and around her nub, beginning to rock her hips so that my hardness slid in and out of her. She tilted her face upwards, her expression one of concentration, and I watched fascinated as her eyelids started to flicker, her nipples hardening even more, her areolae crinkling. The warmth and wetness surrounding me increased, and Laura began to push her hips down on me faster, almost desperately. “Mm — oh yes — so close –” I heard, then a long, low moan as her body shuddered, this time what was almost a fountain of clear liquid onto my stomach, my chest. “Mmm…” Laura relaxed, looking down at me. “What a mess we’re making,” she pretended to sigh.

She slid off me, and put a finger to the side of her mouth. “Hmm — I promised you something, didn’t I — I know you denizli escort told me you liked it.”

She shifted to hands and knees, looking over one shoulder at me invitingly, and I took the hint, moving up behind her and pressing my tip — still magically hard — against her opening, sliding into her. “Mm, I like this,” Laura murmured. “I can’t see you, so I can pretend I don’t know your name, it’s anonymous, a bit animal.”

I reached to catch her hair up in one hand, twisting it and pulling just enough that her head was lifted a little. “Oh god,” she gasped, “that’s even better, like I’m being restrained, you can do it harder. And — mm, please, smack me.”

I hesitantly gave her a light smack on the bottom with my free hand and she moaned. “Harder — it has to hurt a bit.”

My next smack left visible red marks on her skin, though quickly fading, and she gasped. “Oh — perfect — again, then use your fingers on me.”

Another smack, then I slid my hand between her thighs to find her nub, feeling the sensation of my shaft moving in and out of her just below my fingers. I tried to imitate the circling motion I’d seen her use on herself, and I heard her murmur of satisfaction. “You’ve been paying attention.”

I’d almost forgotten my own sensations in my focus on pleasuring Laura, but I realised that I was feeling the beginnings of the irresistible pressure that would lead to my own climax. “Laura,” I gasped, “is it all right if I come?”

A low, rich chuckle of anticipation. “Try and hold on till I get there — maybe you could let go of my hair and put your hand on my throat, you don’t have to choke me, just feeling your fingers there will do it.”

I followed her direction, thrusting into her more insistently, my fingers still flickering on her wetness, my other hand resting lightly on the soft skin at the curve of her throat, feeling the pulse in her neck. Laura’s breathing became ragged, her hips pushing back against me to match my thrusts, and I felt her swallow, her jaw tensing, breath forced between her teeth. “Mm — yess — oh –” then her body shuddering, warm liquid running down between my fingers to add to the wetness of the sheet, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, adding my cry of pleasure to hers, somehow spurting into her more than I’d imagined would be possible. “Ohhh…”

Somehow I didn’t seem to be develi escort softening, but I withdrew from her anyway, drawing her down onto the bed so that I was holding her from behind, my hardness just resting in the cleft of her bottom. “Mm,” I heard her satisfied murmur, “thank you, Tim, this is really giving me what I need.”

“Me too,” I chuckled. “Want a break now?”

A teasing push backwards of Laura’s hips. “And waste the rest of that lovely erection? Plenty of things still to try.”

I tried to imagine what we’d not done yet. “OK — show me.”

Laura’s response was to guide me onto my back, and she slid across me again but facing away from me. She guided me into her, starting to rock her hips, and I enjoyed the sight of her bottom moving up and down, my erection visible then hidden with each push downwards of her hips. I assumed this was just a variation of what she’d done before, and that she’d begin to touch herself, so I blinked when she leaned backwards until her body met mine. “Mm, relaxing,” she teased. “Now you can do some of the work.”

I began to flex my hips, surprised that I could stay in her, and now she did reach both hands downwards, one to spread the lips of her entrance wider apart, the other to use her fingers on her so-exposed nub. “Mm — oh yes,” she gasped. “Next time we do this, you can be in my other place, I like that so much in this position.” Then no more words as her fingers circled more urgently, her breathing growing ragged again. “Mm — oh — oh yessss…” and the utterly new sensation of her body shuddering on top of me, her muscles rippling around me, another splash of liquid from between her thighs. “Mmmm…”

With hardly a pause, Laura sat up, turned, slid across me again, and instead of me entering her, she put my shaft between the lips of her entrance and slid up and down, pressing her nub against my hardness so that my tip disappeared, reappeared. “Mm,” she gasped, “I’d love it if you came this way, I could see you spurt your stuff onto your stomach, then I’d keep doing this, get it all over me the way I like.”

Again I realised that I wasn’t far from coming, and as Laura again squeezed her breasts, brushed her nipples, the tension building in her body and her face, I pushed my hips upwards, pressing my hardness against her nub, and our cry of release was simultaneous, Laura splashing wetness onto my stomach to mix with yet more of my creamy fluid. As she’d promised, she kept moving, sliding a little further up so that the sticky whiteness covered her entrance, and she dabbled her fingers in what had pooled in my navel, tonguing it off her fingertips. “Mm, perfect.”