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moment, as if he was checking for himself that what I was saying was the truth. Finally he nodded. ‘Good. Remember what we said about safe words and limits. I’m going to go easy on you for now because this is our first time together, and I need to get to know your reactions, but if you need me to stop or slow down you know what to say?’
    I nodded, sombre again and a little nervous. But then he leaned down again, his final ‘Good’ whispered against my bottom lip as he nipped it with his teeth before moving back to kiss me again.
    Almost as soon as his mouth reconnected with mine the force of his kisses changed. It wasn’t as if he had been a dainty kisser to start with, but now his mouth on mine was almost bruising with its intensity, pressing down as his tongue pushed its way in. He slid his hands round my arse, leaving my top half anchored firmly to the wall, while pushing my hips and waist into him.
    I moved my arms up around his neck, urging him closer, but he tutted against my mouth, moving quickly again to grab both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. I struggled for a minute, working to freethem, but his hand was unmoving and I had a moment of realisation that he had me completely secure, followed quickly by a surge of lust. He wasn’t much taller than me, but he had a wiry strength – there was no way I could get free without him letting me go. I shifted my wrists again, trying to move, and he was unyielding.
    Suddenly his other hand wasn’t stroking the side of my face tenderly. It was groping, pulling at my clothes, squeezing my breasts in turn, making me gasp, rolling my nipples between his fingers through my clothes. My brain froze in a moment of indecision, wondering whether to try harder to push him off, even while my body was curving into him, knowing how much the rough treatment was already turning me on. I smiled for a moment, amused that even now, after everything I had experienced, I still had that first instinct to push away, my mind rebelling against the truth my body, every fibre of my being, knew: that I wanted this. Craved it. I’d missed it. I couldn’t wait to see where it was going to go.
    I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
    Suddenly we were moving. He dragged me along the hallway, his hand still clasped tightly round my wrists. He stopped, momentarily, to check which room was the bedroom –
just as well I hadn’t bought nibbles
– and then opened the door and pulled me inside. He let go of my wrists and sat down on the edge of the bed and I stood in front of him, unsure what to do next.
    ‘Undress.’
    Oh. OK. Well, not ‘OK’ really. Who wants to get naked this way the first time they sleep with someone? I know it sounds daft, but I figured that slipping my skirt off firstwould feel less embarrassing. Wearing a skirt was, and remains, a rarity for me, but he’d mentioned he liked hold-up stockings so I’d decided to make the effort. I stopped fiddling with the zip and finally let the skirt drop to the floor, the lining whispering as it slid down my legs and hit the ground. I’d been staring somewhere over his left shoulder while I did this, too embarrassed to actually look him in the face, but I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his expression, to see whether my black hold-ups met with his approval. I caught a glimpse of both his smile and the bulge in his trousers before I went back to staring at the wall – and the knowledge it was pleasing him made me brave. I began to undo the buttons of my blouse.
    By the time my fingers, fumbling a little with a mixture of nerves and anticipation, had got to the bottom and I was ready to open my shirt my courage was beginning to falter. I haltingly opened the sides of my shirt and then, after a few seconds of silence, I slid my arms out and dropped it to the floor too.
    I stood there in bra and knickers. I was probably about as covered as I would be at the beach, but felt much less comfortable or confident. I