The room is dimly lit by a single lamp. A wide, low plush couch is covered with a few soft pillows. A robe for me is draped over a chair. There isn't much else, but the room is still warm and inviting.
I slip out of my clothes and pull the robe over my shoulders. My heart is racing with excitement. He'll be here any minute. I wonder how this will work? His identity is one of Britain's best-kept secrets... will I be one of the lucky few in on the secret? I giggle nervously as a thought pops into my head: what if he leaves the helmet on?
There's a knock on the door and I turn abruptly towards it. "Come in," I call. The lamp goes out and the room is instantly pitch-black. I blink slowly a few times. It's so dark, there's no difference between eyes open and eyes closed.
I hear the door open and heat floods through my lower body. He moves through the darkness with ease. Some say he can see in the dark... Then his hands are on me, sliding under my robe, and my eyes close again, this time on their own. I reach out to touch him. His chest is bare, his arms smooth and muscular. He bends his head to kiss me, and his lips are soft and sure. I kiss him back, dizzy with desire.
His hands slide up and down my sides under the robe, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. I take a step closer to him, reaching up to drape my arms around his neck. Our kiss deepens and he moves his foot between mine, nudging my legs apart. I oblige.
His hands move to my hips, separating the sides of the robe and pulling me against him. He's naked, and the heat of his body presses against me. Another wave of dizziness rushes over me, and I clench my hands into his shoulders.
My robe slides off into a puddle on the floor, and he gently guides me back to the couch. We're still kissing. His cock is hard against my stomach. My breathing has quickened considerably, and I can feel the wetness between my legs.
He lays me down on the couch and then lies down beside me. His mouth trails down my neck as his hands continue to slide up and down my body, now cupping my breasts, now brushing across my nipples, now reaching down to lightly stroke the insides of my thighs. His mouth reaches my right nipple, and he takes it in his mouth, gently brushing his tongue across it. My back arches and I sigh with pleasure.
He takes his time with my right breast, and then slowly moves across my chest to the left one. His hand is working its way up my inner thigh with a delicious slowness that's about to make me swoon. Some say he can slow down time itself... The wetness between my legs is astonishing. I'm dripping on the couch.
He kisses his way down to my stomach. My breathing is so ragged now I almost feel like there's not enough oxygen in the room. His hand finally gets to the top of my thigh, and he touches me with a single finger. It's as though his finger is electrified. I buck my hips, impaling myself on his hand.
I feel his shoulders shake slightly under my hand. Is he laughing? CAN he laugh? His head moves down a tiny bit more, and his mouth is on my clit.
I can't help it. I cry out with pleasure and relief. At the same time, he slides a single finger into me with absolutely no resistance. I dig my fingers into his shoulder, arching my hips up to meet him as he sucks on my clit and slides his finger in and out. He adds another finger, and then a third. Three fingers stretches pleasantly, and I'm riding waves of pleasure higher and higher.
He adds a fourth finger now, which stretches a little past the pleasant mark, but, coupled with the suction and friction on my clit, nearly pushes me over the edge. I start to see flashes of blue and red and yellow behind my eyelids, or maybe it's in the room, I can't tell. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, pulling me under with breath-taking force.
