Their tongues met. He thrust harder and Georgie arched, riding the synchronised sensations of pleasure and pain. He caressed her pointy n*****s. She almost orgasmed.
Almost but not quite.
Body on the brink of exquisite release, her brain took a lateral leap. She pictured Pam Stewart in the arms of her dance partner, then she shrivelled into an image of doubt and worry – for Susan.
‘George,’ AJ panted. ‘Are you nearly there?’
She bit his earlobe, trailed her tongue along his jaw, nipped his chin. Warm excitement rebuilt as their bodies meshed.
Susan Pentecoste flashed into Georgie’s consciousness. She was trying to tell her something.
What?
What?Georgie gripped AJ’s shoulder. They flipped over, him on top and deeper. His breathing ragged, he contained his o****m.
She squeezed her ey
