Fifty Days of Sin by Serena Dahl

legs further apart, wanting
him to touch me there, between them.
    His hand travels further down,
caressing the tops of my thighs now and circling up over my behind,
and his mouth is getting lower and lower, down to the base of my
spine. As he starts to gently nip and kiss the cheeks of my bottom,
his fingers make smaller and smaller circles, inching inexorably
towards the place where I really want him to touch me. I open my
legs wider still, lifting my hips off the bed to offer myself up to
him, aching for his touch and at last his hand makes contact with
my sex. I gasp; he carries on touching me in little circles, and
then he moves his hand, his mouth going down further to lick where
his finger has just been.
    “Oh,” I cry out, and I feel the
wetness of his tongue flick out to lick my clitoris. “Oh,
Adam.”
    Then he’s turning me over again,
and I’m on my back looking up at him. I’m liquid with desire. He
touches my clitoris gently with his fingers and I shut my eyes,
moaning and surrendering to the sensation. Then the feeling changes
and I realise that he’s licking me again, probing with his tongue
in my most sensitive spot as he pushes his fingers inside me where
I’m wet for him, and expertly moving with just the right pressure
of his tongue. I’m halfway to heaven, pushing my hips forward as
far as I can, straining and panting and never wanting the feeling
to stop, until suddenly my climax overwhelms me, the sweet
sensation of orgasm filling me with ecstasy and then I shudder and
moan and open my eyes again to see Adam moving back up the bed next
to me.
    I can’t speak; all I can do is
look into his beautiful face as I get my breath back. His eyes are
dark with erotic intent. His mouth comes down on mine again, and I
taste my juices on his tongue. I’m touching him again, luxuriating
in the feel of the firm muscles of his chest, and then my hand
trails down, down to the delicious hardness of his erection.
    And then he’s on top of me,
forcing my legs far apart with shocking suddenness. I reach out a
hand and open the bedside drawer, pulling out the little box of
condoms. Fumbling again, I try to get the foil packets out of the
container with my shaking hand. Then Adam takes it from me, and
with admirable speed extracts a foil packet, tears it and rolls the
sheath onto his rock-hard erection.
    He pauses to look deep into my
eyes again, and I stare back up at him, wet and waiting and
desperate for him to penetrate me.
    And at last he’s inside me. He
thrusts hard, and I cry out as I feel his full impressive length
fill me completely. I pull his face down and we kiss desperately as
he moves in and out of me, and my hands move down his body to grip
his behind as if I can pull him inside me even further. He moves
his face away to gaze down at me, and I look back up at him,
watching the change in his face as his pleasure increases. Seeing
him with his defences completely down just arouses me further.
    Pushing my hips up to meet him,
spreading my legs wide as he slams himself into me again and again,
I feel complete, as if at last I’ve met the man I need with me, in
my life, in my bed, inside me, wanting him to possess me
completely, to claim every inch of my body for his own, and then he
rams himself into me harder still and I feel him pulse inside me as
he reaches his climax, pushing inside hard for the last time as he
cries out my name and comes.
    We lie together for a long time,
drowsy. I nestle my head on his chest and he strokes my hair, my
shoulder, my arm, just revelling in the feeling of touching each
other, not needing to speak. It’s bliss; and it’s better, somehow,
than it’s been with anyone else before. In the short time that I’ve
known him, Adam has become very special to me indeed; I’ve never
felt this way.
    And then as I trail my hand
lazily across his chest, something inside me freezes as, suddenly,
I remember what I was supposed to come clean about before any of
this happened.
    I