NINE

ALICE

I couldn't let him go. From the moment he kissed me, I was his. I melted into his arms and I wanted it to last forever. The world faded and there was only us. I had known him such a short spell of time but with that kiss, it was as if he was returning to me from long ago, as if I'd been missing him my whole life and hadn't even realised it.

Then he just walked away. I couldn't let him. I grabbed his hand, turning him back towards me, not caring how pathetic I sounded. "Please, kiss me again."

He smiled. My eyes ran down his body again, seeing how hard he'd become.

When I'd finally managed to get off the phone, I'd felt drained beyond measure. He had been on the verge of kissing me when she'd rung. I'd already had two missed calls overnight. Another one and she'd be on the phone to the police. I had to answer. But the call had turned into an interrogation, her hearing things in my voice that I didn't even know were there.

I had managed to end it by promising her I would tell her the truth if I started seeing anyone. At that point, I hadn't.

But when I walked into the little room off the conservatory and saw him naked, I forgot about my mother. I forgot about feeling drained. The only thing I could think about was his body and how good it looked. He had the muscular torso and firm muscles of a bodybuilder, combined with strong arms that looked like boughs of trees, they'd keep me so safe if he held me in them.

That wasn't all I saw. I tried not to look, wondering if he hadn't realised he was naked. But my body betrayed me. It was already heating up by the time my eyes moved down to what lay between his legs. It was big. It was making me wet just to look at it. The thought of that inside me made me shiver as he crossed the floor towards me.

I became wetter than ever when he kissed me. I wanted him inside me, my body ached for him, feeling empty where I had felt nothing before. I felt an absence, a lacking that could only be resolved by him sliding that stiffening cock into me. I would grip him so tightly.

"Kiss me," I said again, standing on tiptoe to reach him.

"Strip," he said in response, taking a step back. "Slowly."

I gulped. He had his hand where I wanted it, on the shaft of his cock. He was stroking it slowly.

I did my best but I was no club floor worker. My fingers were shaking so badly, I got my top stuck over my head, pulling it free a second later and trying my best sexy pout to make up for it. I couldn't believe I was doing this but after he'd kissed me things were different. He gave me a command. I followed it. The doubts could still churn around inside me but the action was inevitable. I had been told to strip so I did.

I unhooked my bra, holding it over my chest as the straps fell away, doing my best to tease him but hiding what he wanted to see. Letting the bra fall, I grabbed my breasts, hiding them and spinning away from him. With my back to that cock, I slid my skirt down, bending forwards as I did so. When it hit the floor I stood up, doing the same with my panties, feeling his eyes on me. I didn't get to stand up before his hands were on me.

I gasped as he spun me round, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He pushed me backwards until I was pressed up against the wall, unable to move away, his cock digging into my skin, the heat of it making me tingle inside with desire.

His fingers slid down my body, briefly groping my breasts before sliding lower.

His mouth went to my neck, nuzzling and grazing and distracting me from my fears. Anxiety melted away as his hand went between my legs, sliding over my pussy and finding my wetness, pushing eagerly into me.

I thrust my hips onto him, groaning louder than I ever had, feeling a sense of release as he started to thrust into me with two fingers, widening me, exploring my insides, driving me wild with need for him.

If I glanced down, I could see his cock, rock hard, a single clear drop on the tip. I wanted to taste it so badly.

His fingers kept moving inside me until I felt an orgasm approaching. It seemed to take no time at all. He hadn't even touched my clit. I knew he would have to if I was to come but I also knew the lightest touch would get me there.

When he pulled his fingers out, he stepped back, looking down at my body. "Turn around," he said.

I did as he asked at once, feeling his hands on my ass, groping and caressing in equal measure.

"Bend over."

I leaned against the wall, my hands holding me up as he grabbed my hips, his cock sliding over my pussy, teasing and tormenting me. "Please," I muttered.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

The moment my mouth closed, he was in me. I screamed with mingled shock and surprise as he plunged into my wetness. There was a brief pain of resistance as I coated him in my juices and then there was just a heavy sense of perfect fullness. He was huge, there was no room for even another inch.

He held himself inside me. I was able to feel him throbbing, hear his heavy breathing behind me. It must have taken some self control to remain still as I wanted him to fuck me so hard. I was on the edge of an orgasm but he wasn't letting me reach it. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He slid out, leaving me so weak, I almost collapsed. "Get on your knees," he said, his voice little more than a deep growl.