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and slow, from where they join at the bottom right up to my –’ she almost said ‘joy button’ but stopped herself in time ‘– my clit.’
    He obeyed and had the instinct to give an extra little flick of his tongue when he reached her sensitive polyp.
    ‘Good boy. Now grip it between your lips and lap at it with the tip of your tongue. Start slowly and then go faster and faster until I climax.’
    ‘Climax?’ he asked.
    ‘That’s right and, when I do, I expect you to suck all my juices out. You are going to do that, right?’
    ‘Right –’
    ‘No teeth! Just – that’s right, lips and tongue … just your lips and tongue, Rudolf.’
    ‘Rup –’ he mumbled.
    ‘Of course. Rupert. Just like that, Rupert, you’ve got it now, keep that up, don’t vary the rhythm yet, just … mmhmm … just exactly like that.’ Amanda stopped talking and focused on the sensations. What he lacked in expertise he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. He was good at following direction, which was a thrill, and it seemed that she was good at giving it, which was, perhaps, an even greater thrill.
    When his licking started to really get to her, Amanda gripped his hair in both hands, the better to grind his upturned face against her sex. Her hips gyrated. The lad followed her clit, licking frantically. She pressed herself down on his mouth. Her hands clenched into fists but if his scalp hurt he made no sign. Lucky for him, too, because nothing was allowed to get between her and the orgasm that was curled like a snake in the pit of her belly and now, right freaking now, uncoiled at lightning speed. It struck at her clit, again and then again, delivering not poisonous venom but a pleasure potion that nonetheless might be fatal.
    ‘God!’ Amanda’s stocking feet arched, her toes curled. Sweet venom coursed through her veins, more like lightning, now, than any sort of liquid. It shot out the tips of her toes and her fingertips and exploded out of the top of her goddam head. ‘Fuck!’
    Amanda’s hold on Rupert’s hair loosened but she held his head in place until the last shudder left her and she was able to stand without leaning. She pulled him erect. He was grinning. His face glistened with her juices.
    ‘How did I do?’ he asked.
    She allowed him a ‘good boy’.
    He clutched himself through his pants and groaned pointedly.
    ‘I’ll take care of that,’ she told him. ‘This way.’
    They were only visible from the shop’s windows for the four feet they crossed from leaving the stacks to being hidden behind the bench seat around the leather cone. If anyone had seen them, well, they both seemed fully dressed. No one could have seen Rupert’s painfully confined erection or that she had her sopping panties balled in her fist.
    Amanda dropped the wet panties on to her purse. ‘Up on the bench, standing, facing me,’ she ordered. When he was up, with his crotch on a level with Amanda’s face, she added, ‘Lean back. Spread your arms to the sides and hold on to the leather. Good. Now don’t move until I tell you.’
    And there he was, like a sacrificial offering, leaning back slightly, presenting the cylindrical bulge in his trousers to her. Amanda paused to savour the moment. She had a young man’s package ready and willing to be unwrapped. All she had to do was …
    She slowly tugged down on the tab of Rupert’s zipper, prolonging the moment. He made a little noise in his throat. Using both hands, she spread his open fly wide. Amanda leant a little closer and inhaled his burnt-spice aroma. Her mouth watered. With her left hand holding his fly open, she slipped the fingers of her right into his pants. There was dampness. Poor boy! She fumbled around but couldn’t find a slit. He had to be wearing bikini briefs. Well, the best way to deal with those is to pull them down by the waistband. Amanda tugged. Hot flesh warmed the backs of her fingers. She wrapped her hand around the boy’s shaft and worked it out to jut up