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However, it was clear that Andrew had decided that spending time together was not the answer. Cathy ended up going to bed alone. She sat up as late as she could manage, reading. But as midnight approached, she found herself nodding off. Putting on her black sleep mask, (she could not sleep properly without it) she shuffled down under the heavy blankets and closed her eyes.

She woke to the blankets being violently snatched off her body.

“Andrew!” she yelled. “What the hell are you doing? It’s fucking cold in here.” She tried to snatch the blankets back, but couldn’t find them. She peeled up the corner of her mask but a cold grasp pulled her hand away and pressed it into the pillow beside her head.

“Stop pissing about,” she hissed. “Your hands are freezing.” She found her other hand clasped and forced up beside her head as well, and became aware of a body above her. “You’re drunk aren’t you? You always get horny when you’re pissed.”

Cathy wasn’t as scared as she thought she should be, nor as angry as she knew she had the right to be. She was more turned on than she had been in months and when his cold lips pressed against hers she kissed him back passionately. Their tongues danced together as their lips moved in sync.

All anger, resentment and hurt washed away as his lips, still unusually cold, slid down to her throat. She gasped and moaned as he bit her quite violently on the most erogenous zone in her upper body. He was kissing all her right spots and he sank lower, pulling down the top of the expensive new satin nightgown to pull up her breasts and suckle on her nipples.

It was strange how she seemed to still be able to feel his hands holding hers down, though they were obviously handling her breasts, arousing them with a passion she had not felt in far too long. She put it down to not being fully awake and enjoying the feeling of being held down.

His lips continued lower, over her stomach and down ’til she could feel his cold breath on her juice-covered pussy. His fingers carefully pealed her wet, warm lips apart, allowing his tongue to lap at the nub of pleasure beneath.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned as his mouth and tongue lashed at her sensitised flesh, making her writhe and buck, smearing his icy cheeks with her juices. It registered somewhere in her brain that his skin was still cold, but put it down to the strong winds along the seafront. She continued to enjoy the spiralling sensations of pleasure seeping through her body and making her tingle all over.

He took her to the very brink and left her hanging there; she moaned out her frustration and writhed on the bed.

“Don’t leave me like this,” she moaned, then lifted a hand to her eye and began to slide up the eye mask. A strong slap to her hand stopped her in her tracks.

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