"You were a bad girl. Do you need to be punished again?"
"No, please, Master."
I could feel his fingers dig into my pussy and then he filled my ass with them while more fingers filled the vacancy he'd just left in my pussy. I was so wet and I wanted...
After fifteen minutes of just lying there, he props his head up on one elbow and stares at me, his eyes twinkling with a smile.
"I can't believe this is happening," I laugh.
"I know, it's crazy. I thought about you so much when I was away, and when I heard that you'd broken up with Sam..."
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But while we've been lying there in silence, my mind has been running away with me. I'm not ready to dive into another relationship yet; I don't know what Tom's plan is or even where he's going to live. I've just got my best friend back and I don't want to loose him again. But the idea of slipping straight back into being just mates, of him getting another girlfriend, is enough to make me feel sick.
"Tom, what's going to happen? I've missed you so much, I don't want to spoil our friendship, but I can't loose you again. And I need this time, this place, to myself for a bit. But you can't just waltz in here and do this and expect nothing to change. I don't know what this means to you but everything is going to change."
"Jess, calm down," he says softly, placing a finger on my lips. "I understand. I don't know what I'm doing either. I've only just got back from travelling. All that I know is that I've wanted for this to happen for a long time."
"Since Spain?" I ask, tentatively.
"Maybe even before that. And there's a whole list of things that I want to do with you before we start questioning this," he says, running his fingertips over my lips.
The knot of anxiety that's built up in my stomach ebbs away immediately. I reach across and stroke his muscular arm.
"What else is on this list then?" I ask shyly.
He stands up and pulls me to my feet. Cupping my bottom in his hands he leans in for a long, slow kiss. I feel him harden against me and in one swift motion he's pulled me up off the floor. Instinctively, I hook my legs around him. In between kisses and bites on my neck he starts to stream off his fantasies about us.
"I want to have you in the shower, on that coffee table, on every surface in your café, I want to kiss each inch of your body, I want to taste you, outside, in my car, on that beach in Spain, I want to watch you touch yourself."
I groan as he drops me onto the bed.
Propping myself up on one elbow, I slip my hand in between my legs, not taking my eyes off him for a second.
"Let's start there then," I say, feeling more confident and sexual than I've ever felt in my life before, "and when we've crossed everything off your list..."
"Don't worry about that," he says, "it's a very long list."
