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The licks slowed and he loosened his grip
around her hips. She felt a finger gently stroking her sopping
entrance, it pushed slowly inside and she clenched it tightly. He
didn’t keep it still, rubbing somewhere inside her which
short-circuited her remaining faculties. With an ear piercing
scream, blinding white light blew her up.

She came around minutes later to find Rob
still licking her insistently. She felt so tender down there, but
it still felt good. Her hands touched the back of his head, pulling
his short hair in a half-thought to stop him. A tightening of his
grip on her discouraged her.

She felt the touch of more fingers, dipping
into her and swirling around her wetness. Not just wet, she could
hear the squelching.

‘You don’t have to…’

‘Shush, I’m learning you.’ Another twist of
his fingers silenced her,

He continued to press inside her and find her
most sensitive areas, and the ones she shied away from. His tongue
continued to irregularly dab at her, and suck inside her. One
muscular arm controlled her writhing.

Her free arms flailed for moments, she had to
resist holding his head to her. Her hands touched her hips and ran
up to her breasts. Until that moment she hadn’t realised how much
they had swollen, the nipples tight and protruding. Cupping them,
she squeezed and rubbed, the sensations multiplying the heat lower
down her body.

Rob lifted his head slightly, seeing her
hands and her flushed face, spaced-out and unfocussed eyes. ‘That’s
what I want to see,’ he chuckled hoarsely, licking his lips.

She had a moment of respite as he pulled off
his clothes. He didn’t have to hold her now, she had settled on the
pillows, her legs sawing uselessly against the mattress, prevented
from closing by his body towering over her.

He ran his fingers around her soaked, swollen
centre, and moved the dampness around her body, coolness following
his touch. Briefly he touched the centre of her nipples with one
hand, next returning for more fluid and swiping his fingers over
her mouth. Sian couldn’t stop herself lifting her head, sucking at
his slick digits. The salty taste made her murmur with want.

Heat had begun to build between her legs
again, he returned there, his hands moving over her like before.
Fingers entered her again, joined by a quick tongue, which remained
as his fingers moved out and down and back, spreading her wetness
further. More fingers, all of them, stretching her tight.

Sian yelped and cried, the new feeling adding
to the tumult of sensations in her body.

He pushed in further, the copious juices
aiding him, ‘I think you like that,’ he murmured, ‘You like
more?’

Not waiting for the response she was
incapable of giving, he removed his hand and pulled her towards
him, his cock rubbing over and entering her. He groaned in pleasure
as she closed around him. ‘You’re so hot, wet and tight, but I
think a change of position would work.’

He sat back on his heels, pulling her upright
so she fell across him. Hands clenching her buttocks, he directed
her hips to circle him. Her damp breasts rubbed against his chest,
the slight scratching of the hairs adding to the pleasure. Her arms
alternately held him to her, and squeezed her breasts. He sucked at
her neck, hot breath tickled her ear.

He flexed inside her and she tightened her
grip on him, thrusting her hips and riding him.

She began chanting, ‘More, more, more, give
it to me.’ She clutched tighter, loving the friction he was
creating with his hands.

He moaned, ‘You’re so tight, I need to…’

One set of his fingertips were reaching
further, into the crack between her buttocks. Sweet fire blasted up
her spine and she yelped at the new sensation. Her chest bellowed
as she tried to gain breath. It was strange, but incredible
pleasure at the same time. Some fingers pushed further in, some
felt like they were joining his cock, rubbing together, redirecting
her hips but it was all too much.

Her body exploded, she howled into his neck
as heat and cold flashed through her. The world swirled and his
hips hammered, pushing all of himself inside.

She vaguely heard his roar of release and him
subsiding around her.

As she slid into a pleasure coma, he
whispered in her ear, ‘Another time, we’ll see how much you can
really take.’ She could only whimper back.

The slamming of a door brought Sian round
from the after-effects. She was lying on her side, Rob holding her
to him, the sheets sticky around them both. All she could smell was
sex, and felt their drying secretions over her body.

As she started to move, Rob licked her ear,
‘Not quite yet.’

She could feel him against her buttocks and
her heart stopped, he wouldn’t…? She had never done any backdoor
play with a man before, she didn’t know…

He pulled her onto hands and knees, her
reluctance making her clumsy.

‘Rob, I’m not ready…’

He spanked her arse and a shock of heat went
through her. ‘I told you, not yet.’ He pushed inside her wet hole
and murmured with satisfaction as she tightened around him, ‘I
think we need to know each other better before that.’ Rob finished
his sentence with a hard thrust.

His movements were renewing the heat inside
her, the want which only seemed to be temporarily satisfied after
she had come. She didn’t have to do anything as he hammered at her,
although she pushed back at him.

There was something she needed. She tried to
move a hand down to caress herself and he caught her wrist,
‘Naughty. What shall we do now?’

Still inside her, he grabbed both her wrists
and loosely tied them to the bed frame with a couple of long socks
and recommenced his hip movements.

Sian could only gasp and shake her head, she
needed a touch there, or on her breasts to come, it was going on
forever as he slowed his strokes in and out, pulling her hips as he
wanted her. It just went on and on, she was so high but after
coming so much, couldn‘t make the last step. ‘Please, touch me,’
she begged.

‘All in due course,’ he soothed her, ‘Just a
few minutes more.’ He somehow found another long rugby sock and
fastened it around her mouth, blunting her pleas.

He was taking so much pleasure, but she was
receiving it too. She wanted to sit back on him, take him deeper
but he controlled her totally.

Eventually he quickened again behind her, and
leant forward, a hand grasped a breast, another scissored around
her clit. The combination shot her over the edge and she screamed
into a convenient pillow and he grunted into her, several times,
collapsing on her and rolling to the side.

‘Wow,’ said Sian around her loose gag.

‘Wow indeed,’ agreed Rob. ‘Here, let me untie
you.’

He efficiently removed the gag and the ties
holding her wrists. ‘Sorry about that, they are clean though.’

She laughed, ‘From the washing pile?’

‘Yep.’ They both snickered and looked at the
clothes still strewn on the floor.

A growl from her stomach interrupted, ‘Oh,
excuse me,’ she blushed.

Rob groaned, ‘I can’t believe I haven’t fed
you.’

Sian laughed, ‘I think I need to clean up
first.’ She felt sticky all over. Great, but sticky all over. She
wriggled and stretched, hands running down her body.

‘Oh god, please don’t start me off again.’ He
pushed against her and she felt renewed interest. ‘I’m like a
bloody teenager again. Move whenever you’re able to.’

Surprisingly, Sian felt like jumping up and
did so. She bustled into the bathroom, grabbing the green towel
from earlier and within seconds was soaping up under the hot spray.
The shower gel she smoothed over her breasts smelled like Rob, and
reminded her of earlier moments. It took several lathers and taking
the shower off the hook to clean off her tender parts. Once clean,
she leant back against the wall and let the spray relax her.

‘Room for two?’ Rob was bemusedly watching
her from the door, a navy towel slung over his shoulder. At her
nod, he stepped into the bathtub to join her, sliding past and
grabbing the gel. He squeezed a dollop out and began lathering up
his chest.

The tub wasn’t very wide, with every sweep he
brushed against her. She liked it, watching him, following the
tracks of water down his body. He took particular care soaping his
cock and balls.

‘Do my back? Please?’

She silently acquiesced, taking the gel from
him and rubbing his back. Her hands ran over his muscles, loving
the solidness of him. He turned back to face her and her hands
continued to soap his chest.

‘Glad I tied you; you scraped the hell out of
my back last time.’

Sian stared at her soapy errant fingers and
blushed, ‘Oops.’

‘I’ll certainly have to tie you up and gag
again, you looked so hot. Bondage, spanking, a little more
experimentation, you enjoy it all.’ There was a hint of cruelty to
his smile.

Sian‘s heart dropped, ‘You make me sound like
a…’ All of a sudden she felt terribly exposed, utterly naked in
body and mind. And stupid, so terribly stupid.

As he stuck his face under the shared spray,
she turned away, stepping out of the bath and grabbing a towel to
swiftly dry off.

‘I didn’t mean…’ Rob must have realised he’d
said the wrong thing, but was stuck rinsing soap from his face.

Sian plastered a rueful grin on her face,
‘Don’t worry, I know what you mean.’

She escaped the steamy bathroom and pulled
her bra and dress back on. Fiddling with her phone didn't alleviate
her nerves. She was straightening the sheets on the bed when it
occurred to her, what was keeping her there? He was still in the
shower. How was the evening going to end? Nerves hit and before she
knew it, she had grabbed her belongings, yanked on the boots and
was tiptoeing out of the door just as the shower cut off.

By sheer luck, there was a bus stop right by
the entrance to the block of flats, and a bus was drawing up
outside. She jumped on, scanned her pass and scuttled down the
aisle to grasp a rail. She didn’t even know where the bus was
going, but would figure it out. Harford. What a relief.

Her phone beeped, and her heart leapt, but
the text wasn’t from him. Her hands shook as she replaced the phone
into her bag.

‘You all right, darling?’ The East End voice
came from in front of her.

Sian looked up to see an attractively rough
builder-type gazing down at her. ‘I’m fine, thanks,’ she responded,
and smiled warily.

He scanned her face, glancing briefly at her
cleavage, ‘I’d say you’re more than fine, gorgeous.’ His eyes
confirmed his thoughts, a very flirtatious grin on his face.

She couldn’t help but grin back. What was she
doing? She’d just had the most fabulous, NSA sex, discovered she
enjoyed a lot more than plain vanilla and felt rather good. She
swayed slightly as the bus went round a bend. Yep, pleasurably sore
and satisfied.

The bus drew up at Harford station which
broke the moment between her and the stranger, she laughed her
thanks and winked at him, lightly stepping from the bus and jogging
towards the station. That was it, the last train home.
Excellent.

Rob didn’t expect to find the bedroom empty.
He pulled on jeans as he rubbed his hair dry. He could hear someone
moving in the kitchen, and his stomach rumbled.

‘What do you fancy to eat then?’ he
called.

A male voice answered, ‘I’ve eaten
already.’

‘Not you…’ Rob’s head came up. Had she…? ‘Is
anyone with you?’

‘Nah, bra. I only got in a few seconds ago.
Hey, I thought I saw one of the women from the club walking away
from here.’

The only other person in the flat was Marcus.
Where had Sian gone? He pulled on a jumper and shoes, grabbing his
jacket and went out the door. He was just in time to see the bus
pulling away, with Sian walking down the aisle.

Oh, shit, what had he said to her? Was she
upset?

Another bus pulled up and without thinking,
he jumped on. His bus shadowed hers until the station, where he saw
her jump off. He followed her as far as the ticket barrier, staying
several yards behind. She lightly skipped down to the platform, and
he glimpsed her face as she turned and sashayed on to the waiting
train. She was beaming, a huge satisfied smile on her face.

‘Got a ticket, mate?’

He shook his head, not bothering to look at
the person asking.

‘Shove over an’ let us pass then. She’s a
fucking hot bird, mate. You know her?’

He shook his head as the train pulled
away.

‘Aww, fucking shame. I should’ve got her
number on the bus. Those curves'd kill a man happy. Gave me a huge
smile, a cheeky wink and a hard-on. Never mind; more fish an’ all
that.’

Rob turned away, confused. What the hell was
she up to? He wandered back to his flat, the walk doing nothing to
clear his head.

So, he’d been a bit rude in the shower, she’d
decided to leave but she wasn’t upset. They were getting on really
well until then. What the fuck was going on?

Chapter Three

‘Let me
get this right, you shagged him, three times in one evening, and
then walked out?’

Sian playfully pursed her lips and nodded,
‘Yep, that’s about right.’

‘Three times. Hot sex, a bit of a kink? Less
vanilla, more…’ Clare fanned her face.

Sian grinned, ‘Depends where you draw the
line at kinky. Light bondage?’

‘Tied to a bed, or does he have any
specialist equipment like a frame or one of those horse things that
you-’

‘Whoa, stop right there. Definitely TMI.
Well, when I’m sober…’

‘So, bondage-lite for a start, a little
domination. Sado-masochism?’

‘Spanking. That was go-ooood.’ Sian wriggled
in her seat. ‘Which reminds me, his fingers went where they-’