London Blue

Chapter 12. Tea or Sex.

This chapter dealt with the first time Scott and Emily had sex. It was all included in London with Love, but you can read part of it here.

Her door clicked open. She remained still, except for her eyes which followed him as he strolled over, naked except for a towel, and stood next to her bed.

He kept his voice low as if he might wake somebody. 'Sleep well?'

'No.'

'Why?' He put two mugs of tea on the table. He gazed down at her.

'The rain,' she lied. A bad lie which she was sure Scott wouldn't believe.

'Did you remember the condition?'

As she nodded, she took a look at his body. Smooth chest down to abs which she wanted to touch. A slight hint of dark tufts of hair protruded above the towel secured round his hips.

'Switch the light out.' His command felt strangely seductive, unthreatening, an invitation to play. She complied which meant she needed to lean out and over, which in turn revealed one of her breasts.

In the darkness her eyes quickly became familiarised with the dawn light. He waited for five seconds without moving. She shifted to make room for him in bed. The thump of her heart increased as she watched him peel away his towel. In the gloom she felt he wouldn't notice her eyes travel down his body. A further two seconds was long enough to see his partial erection, to confirm he wasn't yet fully aroused.

He slipped into bed beside her. The smell of her soap on his body instilled a calming effect. His kiss at her neck and ears, sent a wave of wet to her core. It wasn't possible to think straight as she searched for his lips. At last he gave her a long French kiss. The feather duvet slipped down to their hips, her legs spread of their own accord.

He murmured, 'You taste nice.' She wanted to say something, her mind went blank as he kissed down to her shoulder, slowly he pulled her arms up above her head. 'Hold onto the headboard.'

'Like this?' The white rail provided the grip she needed. Her senses screamed out to will him to kiss down her body. He took his time to use his thumbs to play with her underarms and took his time to kiss her there. Her hands gripped tighter on the rail. 'Please don't stop.' It sounded like she panted those words. The sandpaper feel of his jaw, as each time it scraped her tender skin made her spasm. 'Kiss my breasts,' she pleaded.

'You need to wait, Emily.' He kissed her mouth to prevent any argument, checked she still held the rail tightly. 'Stay with your hands there.' He leaned back, took a critical look at her chest. She watched his eyes take in the look of her breasts.

'You like to order me around, don't you?' Her whisper sounded desperate.

He took his time to answer. The slate coloured eyes seemed to enlarge. 'I know what I want. I want you.'

'How much do you want me?' She could feel an ache in her nipples, an ache to be touched there.

'You have beautiful nipples. Are they very sensitive?' His smile gave away the question wasn't serious. Of course he knew they were sensitive, thought Emily, and crying out to be sucked, pulled ... anything to relieve the ache.

He put some pressure on her shoulders, as if he wanted to keep her still, as he leant down and grazed his rough chin across her chest. Pinned down, she felt beautifully trapped. His head moved from one side of her body to the other.

She moaned. She didn't mind if it came across as begging. 'Take me for christ sake.' The sensations burst through her body, one after the other, to make it impossible to tell exactly what he was doing. She knew he hadn't entered her. The cascade of feelings came from his fingers, she guessed, or maybe the way he moved his groin between her legs ... the relief of her orgasm burst out in a scream of pleasure. Her scream. Her climax. Her legs sank back onto the bed.