I was told I couldn't leave it as it was so I've written a final- rather smutty- chapter to finish off.

Her head lolled downwards and her eyes opened a little, their centres dark and full of want as his hands moved further up her legs, grasping her knickers between his fingers and pulling them down a little way. She gasped again as he touched her, pressing one finger between her folds, opening her up slowly, delicately.

"Paul," she moaned again, gripping on to his shoulders, "Paul, I can't stand up. My knees have gone."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her, slipping his finger away just an inch so he was no longer touching her there, smiling up at her rather impishly.

"Don't you dare," she told him.

"Alright," he told her gently, "Alright. Just hold on."

First drawing her knickers down her legs and off, his arms hugged the top of her thighs and her bottom, taking her weight and supporting her completely.

"Paul," her voice came again, "Don't you think we should move?"

He shook his head against the skin of her thigh, lifting her skirt carefully.

"I want you here," he told her, "I'm going to have you here. Put your leg on my shoulder."

"What?"

"Go on. Trust me. Just do it. It's alright. I've got you."

Only a little hesitantly, she parted her thighs, resting the crook of her knee just over Paul's shoulder so her legs ran languidly down his back. His arms circled her tightly, supporting her bottom and her lower back. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist; she was completely open and bared to him as he sank his head ever so slowly into the parting of her legs.

He ran his tongue between her folds, and she gasped, keened, grabbed his head roughly with her hands and held him to her as tightly as she could. Her hips bucked forwards against his mouth and her whole body shook. He did it again. And again. And he took her nub between his lips, and sucked, rolled his tongue around it. He lapped at the wetness pooling at her opening, pushed his tongue gently inside her to taste her properly. Her leg was shaking violently on his shoulder. She came with his mouth still on her, she came into his mouth.

"Paul," his name escaped her lips in a long lustful sob, "Paul. I-..."

He seemed to know what she was saying better than she could say it. Paul, this is wonderful. Paul, I can't stand any more, I can't stand up. Paul, I love you. What have you done to me? His arms took control of her- lost in an undulating, frantically rutting abyss of passion- and lay her down on the floor; taking her in his arms and kissing her forehead as she rocked against him. Gently undoing the buttons of her blouse, fondling her breasts, slipping one hand back under her skirt and just rubbing his hand in a firm circular motion until he make her come again. She curled against him, shaking, undone.

This time he waited for her to calm down. Waited for her to look up into his face again, her eyes shining and her face flushed. They kissed tenderly, achingly slowly.

"Your turn," she whispered against his mouth, meeting his eyes in a gentle smile.

End.

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