All For Love

An eBook By Fidelis Blue.

He called, as expected, on Saturday. I really wanted to see him that night, but I forced myself to put him off until the next day. I said he could take me for a walk on Hampstead Heath in the afternoon. Fortunately, it was sunny. We had some tea in the restaurant at Kenwood House. Roland started asking me about previous boyfriends. I thought it was too soon for that and told him so. He laughed. "I'm nosy," he said. "I know it."

I let him take me back to my flat in Camden Town. I knew he would try to have sex with me. I wasn't quite sure if I'd let him. I thought it might depend on how he behaved. While I opened some wine, he browsed my bookshelves. He made a couple of intelligent comments about the contents, which definitely improved his chances with me. I put some music on, and he seemed to genuinely approve my choice. He was doing well. We sat on the sofa. He took my hand; then, after a while, he put his arm round me. Eventually he brought his face close to mine. Leaning over me he slowly raised one eyebrow. I started giggling and, of course, then I couldn't resist. He's a clever bugger, I thought.

The kissing was good. If only more men would think about what they are doing, not just dive in slobbering. His lips were dry but warm and firm against mine. He sort of gripped me with them instead of just pressing limply against me. I found myself wondering whether I should open my mouth or wait for him to try and push his tongue in. I can be very cerebral about sex sometimes.

He took the decision away from me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth slowly but insistently. He put a hand on my hip then moved it round to stroke my belly. I was wearing a skirt, and I kept my legs together; a girl doesn't want to give the wrong impression. After moving his tongue around in my mouth a little, he took it out and started kissing the side of my neck, slowly working up to my ear. He didn't know it, but this was the shortest way home. Once a man starts seriously working around my ear, I'm inclined to lose control unless I'm very determined.

I wasn't very determined. On the contrary, I sighed and made a kind of languorous movement with my legs which he not unreasonably took as encouragement. He put his hand on the outside of my skirt, just at the top of my thigh, and began to rub it very slowly. He started pressing his hand in between my legs. I was sure he must be able to hear the beating of my heart.

His tongue was in my ear now, and I tried to keep from squirming. Then he whispered to me.

"Show me your bedroom."

I couldn't be bothered with playing the shy virgin any more. I took him by the hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him to my bed. He made me stand while he undressed me, calmly and efficiently. He left my knickers on, and I got into bed. He stripped quickly, taking everything off. I just caught a glimpse of his cock as he climbed in beside me.

He went to work on my ear again, this time the other side. He knew he'd struck pay-dirt there. I wriggled around a lot, and he tried to keep me still. He was enjoying driving me wild. After a while he put his arm under my head and gripped my wrist, while trapping my other arm beneath my body. He looked down and smiled at me, seeming to enjoy my helplessness. Then he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it. I gasped, and he let go. He took hold of the nipple again; by now it was as hard as a bullet. He squeezed it once more, twisting it too. I made a kind of moaning sound. How did he know so soon what I liked?

He bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking it at first then locking his teeth round it and biting gently. I made a little sound in the back of my throat. He bit me harder.

"Oh," I said

"Hurt?" he asked me.

"Mmm."

"Stop it?"

"Not necessarily," I said. Then I blushed. Shameless hussy, I thought.

He lowered his head and, again, took hold of my nipple.

"Oh, god," I said.

At last I had to pull his head away. I could see his teeth-marks at the base of the nipple. He pushed on top of me and, without hesitation, drove his cock into me. I groaned. He fucked me with long, firm strokes...

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