Manchester Calling

Amidst a flurry of kisses, bags are flung on the floor, jackets are strewn over chairs and my sexiest playlist is started. The room is modern, light, and airy and the generous double bed is adorned with dreamy White Company bedding. Thank God.

Freddie sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto him. He instinctively hitches my skirt up, making it easier for me to wrap my legs around his body. Facing him, I notice his lips part slightly and I find myself mirroring his expression. All afternoon, I’ve been watching his mouth as he speaks, the way you follow the shape of someone’s words as you’re learning their voice. Sat here, feeling the heat of him underneath me, I remember he’s been watching my mouth, too.

We stay here for a moment, breathing into each other and I can almost taste his woody, smoky scent. He leans forward, softly meeting my lips with his before taking my lower lip between his teeth, gently nibbling at it between kisses. As our tongues explore each other’s mouths, I’m aware of my weight on him and his hands sliding up my top. Freddie’s fingers trace and scratch my back. I moan into him and run my fingers through his crunchy-soft, bleached blonde hair. 

His hands trace over my body; setting each new patch of untouched skin alight. He caresses my stomach and grabs my waist with conviction, as though he’s discerned the way I like to be handled. Beneath my lap, he’s growing hard. I’m tugging at his T-shirt; he takes the bait and pulls it up and over his head, revealing a light coverage of soft brown chest hair. Involuntarily, I moan again and rock my hips back and forth as he growls into my neck. This desire is carnal and I sink deeper into him.

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