That night I was only meant to go over to see you for a drink. But when you grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs to your bedroom I was powerless to resist.

As we lay on your bed watching a film you slowly started stroking my body. Arms, stomach, legs first...you kissed my neck and realised how much I wanted you. Then all of a sudden you were so bold, sliding your hand inside my bra, playing with my nipple. Your kisses went lower, pulling my top and bra aside you slowly ran your tongue over my hard nipple, making me gasp.

You continued to kiss your way down my body, to the waistband of my jeans. There you slowly and tantalisingly ran your tongue across my stomach, kissing me with an urgency I knew meant you wanted more.

You rolled onto your back, I straddled you. Running my hands down your gorgeous body, teasing you by running my nails up the inside of your thighs but never going high enough for you. You groaned, one of the most sexy sounds ever as you tried to undress me more.

But that night was all about the build up. Talking about sex, what we wanted from each other as we remained fully clothed but both amazingly turned on. Still one of the sexiest nights of my life, if this is half as good as the sex will be we could both be in for a huge treat...