Her voice is throaty and her laugh just a little strangled. ‘Vin. Just kill me. Okay? Stop trying to kill me and kill me.’ His hands were starting... to roam over her body, both hands whispering over her waist before settling on her breasts, cradling them and stroking through the fabric of her shirt. ‘Not yet, honey, I’m not sure you’re sober. How many fingers am I holding up?’ Her head tilts back and her laughter is strained and spiced with hunger. ‘Vin, that’s ALL of them. Did you grow an extra. “But when I came that first time, with you, I realized that there something more to this sex thing. I wanted more than sex.”“But you never spoke to me again,” I said.“You didn’t want more than sex,” she said. “Not that I blamed you, but all of a sudden guys who wanted a cheap lay weren’t on my agenda. I was done with all of you.”“But...” I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t just looking for sex; I was a lonely guy who wanted someone to hold close. I considered whether or not it was worth it to. ”The music stopped in the background.“Bloody hell,” Marcus said“I won’t be home until after ten.”“That sucks.”“Tell me about it,” Sharon leant forward in a despondent slouch. “And it’s as windy as all fuck and pissing down rain.”“Is there anywhere to go for an hour?”Sharon looked back down the street. “There’s a pub just down the road.”“What’s it called?”“The Railway Hotel,” Sharon said.“Go and have a beer,” Marcus laughed, “Maybe you can pick up down there.”“There were only three people in. Be gentle with me." I can feel you shaking." You're so calm. So strong." My tummy is doing flip flops. I'm so excited. We've come so far since we first talked about doing this, huh?" Yeah."She kissed me, and our tongues loved one another, slow and slippery. Her body was becoming wet and sweaty from the steam of the shower and my cock slid against her belly between us. More tingles, more intense, more like an actual fuck in the slippery wetness that was developing between us."Let's get in."It.