Fifty Days of Sin (11 page)

“No, I just thought I’d steal
it,” he laughs. I poke out my tongue and punch him gently on his
upper arm. He catches my wrist and looks into my eyes, an amused
look on his face, gazing at me for a few moments longer than
necessary, as if deciding whether to retaliate. Then he smiles and
lets me go.

Once inside, I’m just as
impressed with Adam’s house. It puts my little two-bedroom
townhouse to shame. Decorated with taste, it’s furnished with
expensive-looking faux antique pieces – or are they real antiques?
Although I love the antique sofa in my room at college, my
knowledge on the subject of old furniture doesn’t match up to my
knowledge on the subject of old politics and events, so I can’t
tell. But either way, it’s beautiful. We go to the kitchen, and he
pours me another glass of red wine and then one for himself.

“Thanks, Adam. I’d better sip
this, and you can play catchup.”

He leans over and lightly raises
my chin, then kisses me softly on the lips. “I like the sound of
playing,” he says with a glint in his eye. “But I need some
sustenance first. Is risotto okay?”

“Risotto sounds lovely,” I
reply. I watch as he pours some liquid into a saucepan – stock, I
presume – and he switches on the heat underneath. Then he selects
vegetables from the fridge and starts to chop a selection, and
measures out risotto rice on a set of scales. I’m impressed – he
looks like he knows what he’s doing.

While he gets the risotto
cooking on the hob in a large green Le Creuset casserole dish, we
tell each other about our days at work. All the time I watch his
practised touch with the cooking, stirring, adding more stock and
putting in chorizo, and I admire his strong, lean body and the
perfection of his handsome face. When it’s finished and he’s
stirred in parmesan shavings he puts it on the plates with a little
salad and brings it to me at the kitchen table.

“Bon appétit.”

“Thanks, Adam, this smells
wonderful.” I tuck in, and soon find that it’s even better than it
looks and smells. “Is there no end to your talents?” I ask him.

“I’m glad you like it.” He
grins.

“Did your mum teach you to
cook?”

“No, funnily enough she didn’t
ever ask me to cook at home. And when I went to university I didn’t
have a clue.”

“What, she didn’t even teach you
to make her famous treacle tart? So where did you learn to cook
then?”

“I watched Nigel Slater on the
telly. And Jamie Oliver. And Gordon Ramsey, and the contestants on
Masterchef.”

“You sound like you watch
nothing but cookery programmes. I didn’t know you were such a
foodie.”

“Well, I love good food and it’s
nice to be able to make it at home, exactly how I like it. I could
eat out all the time, but I wouldn’t want to. So I made the
effort.”

“I’m glad. It’s delicious. And
the wine is lovely too.”

He finishes first, and watches
me struggle with the last of my risotto. “I really can’t eat all of
this,” I tell him. “It’s a fantastic risotto, but you’ve given me
enough to feed an elephant.”

He laughs. “I can’t think of
anyone less like an elephant than you. Okay, I’ll let you off the
last little bit. I just thought you might need to keep your
strength up.”

“Oh, really?”

“Hmm, yes. Considering what I’ve
got in mind for you.”

“That sounds promising. What
exactly have you got in mind for me?”

“Now that would be telling. This
is probably a silly question, but would you like dessert?”

I tell him I couldn’t manage
another thing, so we leave the kitchen. “I’ll give you the upstairs
tour now if you like.” It’s just as tasteful and elegant as the
rest of the house. He shows me a study, three guest bedrooms, a
large bathroom and then leads me into the last of the rooms I’ve
seen upstairs. “And this is the master bedroom.”

“Mmm,” I manage. My heart is
thumping now. He takes my hand.

“I think you should try out the
bed.” He pulls me to him gently and kisses me lightly on my lips.
Then I smile up at him, and tentatively sit on the edge of the
bed.

“Go on, lie down. You can’t test
a bed by sitting on it.” His handsome face is wearing a look of
amusement.

I do as he tells me, and lie
down in the middle of the bed.

“What do you think? Nice
bed?”

“Lovely bed,” I tell him. “Nice
hard mattress.”

“Do you like it hard?”

“Yes, Adam, I do like 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 tells me
again, and then he tugs at the sides of my knickers, and pulls them
down off me. I’m exposed to his gaze, and to his touch, all the
private parts of my body completely bared to him now. I look down
at his big hard erection and reach out to touch him
there.

“Oh, Adam, I really need you
now,” I plead with him. He smiles and reaches for the bedside
drawer, taking out a condom and rolling it down his long
length.

And then he’s on top of me
again, kissing and touching, and at last I let out a small cry of
triumph as I feel him enter me. It feels wonderful, and I cannot
restrain my moans of pleasure as Adam moves in and out of me, his
hand caressing one of my breasts, pleasuring my nipple. The
sensation builds towards its apex, he’s thrusting hard into me now,
and I move my hips forward to receive him as he builds my pleasure
inexorably towards my climax. Then I cry out and push up to meet
the hardest thrust yet, arching and filling with ecstasy as my
orgasm explodes around Adam. And then he, too, finds his release,
and he groans my name as he comes inside me.

He stays inside me, on top of
me, resting on his arms and looking down at my face, stroking my
hair with one hand. I keep my arms around him, holding him
tenderly. Then after a while he pulls out from inside me and lies
on his back. I nestle my head on the warm skin of his chest and I
feel safe and cherished. I feel I could stay lying like this with
Adam forever.

Except after a while I realise I
can’t, as I’m thirsty and need the bathroom; so I offer to go and
get Adam a drink, but he tells me he’ll do it. When I get out of
the bathroom I hear him busying himself in the kitchen, and he
brings both of us a mug of tea. I’m sat up in bed reading the back
cover of a book by his bedside when he brings my hot drink. I’m
still naked under the covers.

“Perfect. Thanks, Adam.” I take
a sip but it’s too hot, so I set it down on a coaster by the
bedside. “Did you just make the tea naked?”

“Yes, are you shocked?”

“Just thought it sounded a bit
dangerous. You know, if you spilt some boiling water.”

“Don’t worry, I was careful,” he
tells me, smiling and making that gorgeous dimple appear again. He
climbs in next to me. “You know, you’re the most beautiful woman
I’ve ever seen.” He leans over and kisses me lightly on the
lips.

“Really?” I am too surprised to
give any other answer.

“Yes, really,” he laughs. “Don’t
look so amazed. I already know you have mirrors in your house, so
you must know how gorgeous you are.”

“I think you must be looking at
me through rose-tinted glasses,” I insist. “I’m only me.” He shakes
his head and smiles. “But thank you. It’s very nice to hear you say
that.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t
mean it.” He picks up his mug and takes a sip of the steaming
drink. “Hmm, I’ve heard of a post-coital cigarette, but I’ve never
had a post-coital cup of tea before.”

“Well, I thought you might like
to be introduced to an exciting new experience in bed,” I quip.

“That sounds an interesting
thought,” he says, looking into my eyes, and I feel desire spread
through my tummy again. I just raise my eyebrows, trying not to let
him see how much a mere look from him affects me. He puts down his
drink and turns to me, running a finger lightly down my shoulder.
“You should tell me what you like in bed. I want to know exactly
how to turn you on.”

“You already do, Adam, believe
me.”

“That sounds like evading the
question.”

“You want to know what I like?
What I fantasize about?”

“Yes,” he answers, stroking a
lock of hair away from my face and softly touching my cheek. “I
want to know what goes on in that mind of yours.”

“Well, it depends on what mood
I’m in,” I tell him. “I like to be in charge sometimes, but other
times I like to be told what to do.”

“You like to be dominated?”

I’m quiet for a moment, thinking
of Michael. I still feel guilty for breaking things off with him
just when things were going so well between us sexually. He just
wasn’t prepared for me to leave him, not one little bit. But when
he tied me up, hurt me – yes, it was incredibly arousing.

“Yes, I do.”

“That’s interesting, because I
rather enjoy being in charge.”

“Really?” My heart leaps. Would
Adam like to do the things that Michael did to me, the things I
liked so much?

“Yes, really,” he assures me,
still gazing at me mesmerically. I can feel a hot blush spreading
across my cheeks at the thought, and I look down, away from his
eyes. “What else, Justine?” He puts his finger under my chin and
tilts it up to fix my gaze again.

“I kind of like a little bit of
pain,” I confide, and I put my hand out to touch the hairs on his
chest. His body is so beautiful, his muscles sculpted, his skin
warm to my touch.

“Just a little?”

“Well, I’ve only tried a
little,” I admit. “I’m turned on by the idea of being restrained.
And hurt. But I don’t know how far I could push it. It’s not
something I’ve got into very deeply.”

“But would you like to try? With
me?”

I let my hand, toying with his
chest, go further down and I stroke his skin down to his firm abs.
“Yes, I’d like to try with you.” I softly circle his tummy with my
fingers. “I’d like that a lot.”

“So is that what you think
about, when you fantasize?”

“Yes, it often is. What a lot of
questions you ask!”