Fifty Days of Sin by Serena Dahl Page B

it
hard.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t like to
disappoint you.” And then as he climbs on the bed and lies down on
his side, raised up by one arm, next to me, I see his face change.
His smile disappears and his eyes darken. He kisses me again. But
it’s not a soft, gentle kiss this time, it’s forceful, full of
desire. His hands are on me, pulling up the fabric of my top, and I
raise my torso off the bed slightly to allow him to take it off. He
reaches down and unfastens my skirt, pulling it down and off me and
letting his eyes linger on the sight of me lying on his bed in my
underwear. I’ve chosen a satiny nude matching bra and knickers set,
adorned with black lace; one of my favourites.
    “Very nice,” he says, trailing a
finger lingeringly from my collarbone down the curve of my breast,
further down my ribcage and down past my navel, then slowly down to
the lace of the knickers. Gradually, tantalisingly, as I look up
into his eyes, I feel his touch inch further down until he softly
brushes my clitoris through the silky fabric of my underwear. I
shiver with pleasure, and then reach out to undress him.
    He went straight to meet me
after work, so he’s smartly dressed in an impeccably pressed blue
shirt and dark blue tie, with black suit trousers. I loosen and
remove his tie, then unfasten his shirt buttons one by one,
revealing as I do so a little more of the taut muscles of his chest
every time. I pull the shirt out of his trousers and push it off
his shoulders, and he unbuttons the cuffs and throws the shirt on
the floor. Then he strips off his socks, trousers and boxer shorts,
and he’s next to me in all his beautiful, naked glory.
    “Adam, you have such a fantastic
body,” I tell him, my gaze travelling up and down him. He’s fully
erect already and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
    “So do you, Justine. You’re so
beautiful.” He touches me again, and his hand travels down to
caress my breast. I feel another ripple of pleasure.
    And then he’s on top of me.
Again he claims my mouth, one hand touching my breast, firmly,
insistently. He pushes inside the satin of my bra and touches my
bare flesh, his thumb stroking my nipple and sending an answering
thrill all the way down to my sex. I arch my pelvis against him in
response to his caress. He kisses me hard, and I can feel his
erection against the flimsy fabric of my underwear. His mouth
travels down, and he kisses my flesh all the way down my neck,
tantalisingly licking and gently nipping down to my breast. I push
my breast up to meet his kisses, feeling myself getting wetter as
he lingers, softly touching his lips and tongue on my body just a
fraction of an inch away from my nipple, teasing me until at last
he kisses me there, sending the most delicious sensation coursing
all through me.
    He carries on kissing as his
hand travels further south, stroking my thigh, and I hear myself
moan in enjoyment. As his fingers caress the soft flesh of my inner
thighs, I arch my hips up towards him, parting my legs further. He
teases me, stroking progressively further and further up, and then
I bite my lip as at last I feel him touch my clitoris again. He
touches me through my knickers at the entrance to my sex, and then
he pushes the fabric to one side to tease me with his fingers,
feeling my wetness.
    “Oh, Justine,” he breathes,
releasing my nipple and looking up into my eyes.
    I stifle a little moan as he
slides his finger inside me, moving in and out, and I push against
him, my breath shuddering as he makes me even more aroused. I reach
my arms around his neck to pull him into another long, deep kiss,
and he pulls back to look at me. “Adam,” I pant. “I want you inside
me so much.”
    “ I thought you
did,” he replies, still touching me inside. Then he pulls his
fingers out of me, and reaches for my bra. Moving the straps down,
he moves the cups out of the way, exposing both of my breasts. Now,
I am incredibly turned on. “You are so beautiful,” he