Champagne with a Celebrity

He reached over to the drawer in the table next to his bed and removed a foil packet.

She curled her fingers round his. ‘My job, I believe.’ Gently, she took the condom from him, unwrapped it and rolled it onto him. In response, Guy kissed her hard—and then rolled so that he was lying on his back. He drew her with him so that she was straddling him, and then fitted the tip of his penis to her entrance with one hand and rested the other on her hip, urging her to bear down on him.

God, this felt good. Really, really good.

She moved over him, seeing his eyes darken with pleasure as she lifted and lowered herself; they darkened even more when she tensed her muscles round him.

‘Do you like that?’ she whispered.

He gave her a slow, sensual smile. ‘What do you think, mon ange?’

‘I think,’ she said, ‘I want to blow your mind the way you just blew mine.’

‘Then do it,’ he said, his voice fierce.

She leaned forward to kiss him, nibbling at his lower lip until he opened his mouth and let her deepen the kiss. And then she began to move again, driving them both hard, slowing down so it was like an exquisite torment, then hard again. She could feel her climax rising again, and it shocked her; she’d never come twice so quickly before. Everything in her body seemed to tighten; and, as she hit the peak, she felt his body tense beneath her hands. He sat up and jammed his mouth over hers, kissing her hard as they both came; she held onto him for dear life as wave after wave of sensation swept through her.