Abi wriggled her hips as much as she could against him, grinning widely at the man pinning her to her own bed. She could get out of it easily but she didn't want to, not when his tongue was lavishing her breasts with such attention.
"I told you so, Hemingway. It was then that I realised what kind of guy I really liked, and how I liked to be fucked. But you know that already, I shan't bore you with the details."