London Blue

Chapter 15. Make Love.

Author's Note: Story so far ... Emily lost her job because she stupidly inserted a porn memory stick into her loathsome boss's computer at work. Scott took Emily to Harrods, spent the night at her flat, and had sex. Scott and Nick have had a bar brawl over Emily. She's got a job offer at the art gallery and confessed a secret to gay friend, Michael, that she might be bisexual.

This chapter included a sex scene, which is partly left here for you to read. It's written from his point of view.

She didn't blink as she examined him. Five seconds examination, he felt, is a long time. He hadn't noticed her hand between his legs.

He leaned back to get their tea mugs, handed one to Emily.

Before she took it, she slowly pulled back his side of the duvet. 'Can you do one more?' She took the tea and sat up. 'Looks to me you could bonk me again.'

'Didn't I satisfy you last night?'

She nodded. 'More than once.'

He held the image of what he planned for Emily. 'You want some more?'

Her tongue slipped across her pale lips, a type of involuntary reaction he decided. 'Hmm,' she said while twisting her mouth.

'You want me to tell what I'm going to do to you?'

The nod of her head would have been enough, but she also swallowed.

He continued. 'I'm going to blindfold you.' He got up to take two neck ties from his clothes drawer. 'These I'm going to use to tie your wrists to the bed.'

Her eyes drifted down his body. 'Go on.'

'This blindfold will stop you seeing anything as I kneel between your legs. I'll stroke that beautiful little tattoo of yours. You won't know when I'm about to enter you. It'll suddenly happen.'

'You'll fuck me?'

'No. I'll slam into you and immediately withdraw.'

Five seconds passed slowly. She whispered, barely audible. 'Oh.'

'And when I decide, I'll do it again.'

'Again?' Her eyes locked on his face. 'And again, over and over?'

'Yes. I'll set the pace.'

Her breathing became more laboured. Her mouth now gone dry, he could tell. She managed to say, 'When do I get to come? And you?'

'You get to come when I tell you to.' He took the mug of tea out of her hand. 'No time to drink this.'

She flopped back on the pillows and stretched her arms in a V above her head.