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“You lead,” I said. “Mask on. Names secret. Tell me what you want.”
“That,” she said, “was the right answer.”
She undressed me like unwrapping a present, then stepped out of the scarlet silk. She was lean and strong, freckles scattered across her shoulders, a pale scar on one knee, and a mouth I wanted to learn.
She put me on my back and knelt astride my face. “Tongue. Slowly. Tell me if you like it.”
I loved it. I licked her until she was dripping on my chin, circling her clit, two fingers inside her, her thighs trembling either side of my ears. She came with a long ragged cry, grinding down on my mouth. Then she turned, rolled a condom on me, and slid down my cock with a gasp that I felt in my teeth.
We were wild. Her on top, red mask and bare breasts bouncing in the firelight. Me flipping her onto her back and pounding into her, her heels digging into my arse, her nails down my back. We came together, shouting nothing at all. Then slower, a second time, spooned in the red sheets, her back warm against my chest, her fingers laced in mine.
At dawn she turned in my arms. “Do you want to know?” she said.
“Yes.”
She lifted off the domino. Dark eyes, freckled nose, a smile I’d seen over a pint every Thursday for two years.
“Nina,” I said. “Quiz captain Nina?”
“You’ve owed me a round since March,” she said. “Serbian, via German. I knew it was you the second you apologised to a coat stand.”
Ending 9 of 16: Mask Off. You found the full happy ending.