Sins

Ella nodded again.

The apartment had an enormous living room with an off-white deep-pile carpet and a huge black leather sofa. A long rosewood sideboard sat against the wall opposite the fireplace, whilst the fireplace wall itself was painted a deep purple. Several paintings hung on the walls, all of them female nudes, as was the bronze on the coffee table.

It was very much a man’s room, sexual and somehow predatory, just like the Rolling Stones music Oliver had put on. Since there was nowhere else to sit Ella had sat on the sofa, feeling the cool slipperiness of the leather heat up under her bare legs, so that she was sticking to it as she clung to one corner of the sofa. Her hand shook slightly when she took the gin and tonic Oliver brought her. She took a sip and then gasped. It was strong, much stronger than she was used to.

‘Good?’ he asked her suggestively as she took another gulp of her drink.

He was sitting down beside her, resting his arm behind her. She was trembling even more. Hastily she put her drink down on the coffee table before she spilled it. As she straightened up Oliver drew her into his arms.

It felt rather disturbing, not because she felt uncomfortable there but because it was much too pleasant.

Ella allowed herself to relax slightly.

‘So,’ Oliver asked with a grin, ‘when did you first start fancying me?’

Ella was outraged, her outrage turning to apprehension when Oliver traced with his fingertip the bare flesh just inside the open but modest V neck of her blouse, and then leaned forward to kiss her.

His mouth felt warm and firm, knowledgeable. He kissed well, Ella was forced to acknowledge as he teased her lips with small kisses, using the pressure of his tongue tip to coax them apart but not then sticking his tongue down her throat, as she had dreaded he might. She had other things to worry about than his tongue, though. He might have one hand in her hair, removing its pins, but the other one was deftly flicking open the tiny buttons of her blouse.

She had wanted this, Ella reminded herself, and for a very good reason. Brad.

‘Great tits,’ Oliver whispered against her mouth. ‘Shame to keep them in captivity, though.’

Somehow her shirt was half off and he was unfastening her bra.

Ella sucked in her breath. Pretty little beesting, barely there breasts were the fashion, with many women going braless, but Ella was a 34D, her breasts firm and rounded.

Oliver was thoroughly absorbed in the discovery of just how sexy two handsful of soft dark-nippled breasts actually were, and was enjoying himself too much to notice Ella’s tension.

‘There are tits and there are tits,’ he breathed ecstatic-ally, ‘and these are…these are making me feel soo horny.’ He lowered his head and started playing with her nipples with his tongue and then his teeth.

Wild fires shocked through Ella’s body. Brad had caressed her breasts, discreetly and over her clothes, in the backs of cabs when he had been kissing her. His touch had made her ache and feel eager for more, but it hadn’t prepared her for the clamouring that now had her back arching and her breath escaping in what sounded like a high moan of arousal.

Had he really called her an ice maiden? Man, had he been wrong, Oliver acknowledged, as he reached for the zip on Ella’s skirt.

This was it, she thought. Soon it was going to happen.

‘Come on.’ Oliver got to his feet and took hold of her hand.

Uncertainly Ella looked at him.

‘We can’t fuck in here,’ Oliver told her. ‘One of us will end up stuck to the ruddy leather, and besides, the bed’s much more comfortable.’

The bedroom was as masculine as the living room, with a huge bed with black silk sheets, which made Ella want to laugh hysterically.

‘Can’t say they’re my cup of tea either,’ Oliver acknowledged, ‘but there you go.’

He was removing his shirt as he spoke and then reached for the belt of his jeans. His white T-shirt stretched tightly over his chest, revealing his toned body as he tugged it off. Ella’s stomach muscles clenched as he dropped his jeans and his underwear and then stepped out of them.

Ella’s breath caught and locked in her throat. His erection reared up firmly and eagerly from its bed of thick dark hair. Some of it was going to be inside her, and then…

But what was she supposed to be doing? Surely not just standing here staring at him, feeling awkward and uncertain, and clutching her blouse around herself whilst her skirt half hung off? Somehow she couldn’t see Brad being impressed by that.

Quickly she removed her blouse, her bra coming off with it, and then her skirt.

Oliver’s eyes widened slightly.

She was keen. Normally girls waited for him to undress them. He liked it, though, that she was so eager. He reached for her, pulling her tight against his body, his cock rubbing against her bare flesh as he kissed her, holding her head steady as he did so.