So very sorry it took me so long to get his posted. I had it almost completely written and then my computer hiccuped and it disappeared. I was not happy! Since there were several hints to jump over into serious M territory with this chapter (after all, I had teased and toyed with them forever), this chapter goes decidedly into that realm. Hope I haven't lost any of you along the way.


When the car pulled in front of Anthony's flat, the couple nearly fell out of the car as the door opened and they tried to climb out without losing their embrace. The trip up the steps and to his door were equally perilous since neither was watching for obstacles along their way. How could one watch for those when one was so occupied by rather sensual petting and kissing? Somehow, Anthony's brain did register that he needed to reach in his pocket to fetch the key to his flat and as he engaged the lock, the pair fell through the door.

He disengaged from Edith long enough to secure the lock behind them and then swept her into his arms, only to partake in another inciting kiss. Holding her closely, he went through the main rooms to his bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed before falling next to her, having never let go of her entirely.

Edith rolled into him, her lips catching his again as her hands went to his shoulders. "We have entirely too many clothes on," she mumbled against his lips, which elicited a grunt from him.

She tried to sit up but Anthony pulled her back to him and assaulted her with another barrage of kisses and nibbles. "Anthony…. clothes," she said as she tugged at his shirt.

"Ummmm, what about them?" he moaned in reply as his lips moved from her lips to her neck.

"Out of them," she said with a breathy voice, "now!" Her tone caused him to pull away hesitantly. His lust darkened eyes fixating on her bodice, he moved his hands to her dress. "Yes, far too many clothes," he muttered as he stood and pulled her up with him before returning to her dress.

Edith reached for his hands and stilled them. "You too," she said as she chuckled.

"Oh, erm…." Then his eyes lit with the one coherent thought he'd possessed in the last few minutes. "We'll help each other," he blurted as his fingers reached for the buttons of her dress. Edith wasted no time in reciprocating and unfastening the buttons of his shirt, even though he was still wearing his suit jacket.

Anthony struggled with the small pearlized buttons of Edith's dress and consequently, her task with his shirt was completed well before he finished his. Pushing to open Anthony's shirt, Edith ran her hands across his chest, under the shirt and then suddenly his shirt and jacket were both sliding down his arms forcing his to take his hands away from her dress long enough for his clothes to fall down his arms and onto the floor.

At that point, Anthony lost patience with the buttons on Edith's dress and ripped it open sending little buttons flying everywhere. Edith gasped which got his attention. Seeing her surprised expression, he looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry," he murmured. Edith took one look at his expression, a mixture of chagrin and intense yearning, and snickered. "Finish what you've started," she told him.

Anthony didn't need to be told twice. Tugging her dress down, his lips descended on her neck and then followed the dress down, at least partially. Edith's hands went to his head, her fingers threading into his hair as she leaned back to give him better access. She couldn't help the breathy sigh that escaped her as his attentions heightened her arousal. His progress stalled at her cleavage as he took a deep breath and then turned his head to the side as brought his hand up to her breast. Reaching behind her, Anthony had her bra undone in an instant and backed away only enough to let the garment slide down over her shoulders and arms to join her dress. Returning his attention to his intended target, his fingers circled her nipple and Edith's breathing sped up. As his fingers circled drawing in tighter and tighter, she could feel her excitement growing.

A whimper escaped her as he finally claimed his target, his fingertips gliding over her very pert nipple before he rolled it between his fingers. Anthony lifted his head, a small smirk forming at his mouth as he looked into her eyes. Then glancing down at her other breast, his other hand claimed that one too, causing Edith to squirm just a bit.

His lips captured hers and then began to trail little nips and kisses down until he flicked his tongue first over one nipple and then the other, while his hands dropped to finish pushing her dress down. Edith shimmied and wiggled, using her own hands to aid in the effort to free her from the dress and when it finally fell in a heap at her feet, her hands busied themselves with the fastenings to his trousers.

Within a moment or two, both stood next to the bed in only their underthings. Anthony leaned back, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. Suddenly, he was in motion, first divesting himself of his pants and then tugging at her knickers. All clothing finally removed, they fell back into the bed.

Something in Edith snapped and suddenly it wasn't enough for her to have Anthony leading their activities. She wanted him desperately and although he was quite eager and plying her with very exciting attention, she sensed he was trying to hold back on some level and she wanted none of it. Pushing him over and onto his back, Edith crawled over his sprawled body, leaving kisses along her path. Her hand settled on his very prominent erection and as she closed her fingers around him, she heard his intake of breath. Looking up at his face, she saw the intensity of his reaction to her grip on him in the way his eyes were pinched closed and his mouth was set. Leaning down to where her hand held him, she blew a gentle breathe over his tip and felt the twitch as he reacted. "Edith," he groaned. "More of that and I'll be done for." Smiling with satisfaction and a bit of pride over her ability to affect him so strongly, she leaned over once again and this time kissed his tip.

Anthony bucked at the touch of her lips but managed to retain control of himself. "Oh gawd…" he gasped. Reaching down, he pulled her to his lips. But Edith was not quite deterred and her hand began to reach for him again. His hand was quicker however, and he captured her errant hand to pull it back up.

"But I want…" she started to complain, which only resulted in his tightening grip on her wayward hand. "Ride me," he growled.

"What?" Edith sat up just enough to look at his face. "You heard me," he replied. "Sit on me."

"But I thought…. I mean, don't men like to…"

"Men like to be inside women," he replied, his tone a little less intense. "There are more ways than the one to do this, Edith. Since you won't be patient and let me woe you into the act, perhaps you should take charge of the pace. You'll be more in control on top. But go slowly. It's your first time and…" But Edith was already following instructions and had positioned herself with his tip just at her opening. Anthony was quickly losing the ability to think.

Edith toyed with him just at her opening for a moment. It felt so wonderful, so thrilling. Anthony's hands had crept to her thighs and his fingers began to clasp more tightly at her delay. She looked at his face again and once again saw the intensity of his desire in his expression, although this time his eyes were open as he watched her. He nodded subtly, encouraging her to continue.

Slowly she moved down on his shaft, giving him admittance. He throbbed within her even as his fingers grasped more tightly. She held herself still for a minute simply to savor this new sensation. Even though he was just barely inside her, he seemed to fill her. "Edith," he whimpered.

Slowly she slid down onto him more and more, taking what she had deemed to be a rather large part of himself into her with less and less resistance until she thought she couldn't go any further. He filled her so perfectly, so completely and it made her inner muscles want to dance around him. She stopped and closed her eyes tight, soaking up the sensations that his presence within her created.

"Edith?" she heard him inquire through her fog of bliss. "Are you alright, my sweet one?"

She could her his concern but could only smile. Finally finding words somewhere in the depths of her pleasure filled mind, she replied. "I've never felt more alright in my life," she whispered huskily. Apparently, her words were enough for Anthony because he twitched inside her. "Oh," she gulped.

Edith ran her hands over his chest, tweaking at his nipples as repayment for his earlier attention to her. She felt one of his hands leave her thigh and settle on her neck to pull her down to him. He captured her lips and between their kiss and their connection below, Edith felt herself being lifted to another plane of existence, somewhere in the clouds. Her head began to swim as the kiss grew deeper and more torturously delightful.

Anthony somehow lifted himself to push into her more, reminding her to keep moving. She lifted ever so slowly until he was in danger of falling out of her and then she reversed course, sliding back down his shaft which seemed to grow longer. She felt her muscles tighten, felt his hips buck slightly, felt him twitch, and then she lost control and began pumping up and down his shaft with abandon. She could feel her breasts bouncing, could sense his gleeful observation of the motion, and then could feel when his attentions were locked on the union between them. His hands went to her hips in an effort to push her firmer down onto him. He twitched inside her again and then lifted his face to her breasts where he began to suck. And that was the end of any control Edith felt. Her motions became frantic almost as she rose up and then slammed down on him again and again.

Anthony's head fell back as an ethereal howl emerged from him and his arms wrapped around her holding her close to him even as his mid-section rose to meet with her thrusts. In that moment for Edith, the world flew undone. She was hot and dizzy and frantic and ….. so many sensations all at once that she had no words for. Her own head flew back slightly as she moaned and cried out his name as stars seemed to explode within her head, within all of her. Somewhere in all the fireworks, Anthony managed to flip them and he was suddenly on top driving into her. Just as she began to regain some balance, some grip on reality, he let out a cry and exploded within her, sending her over the top again.

Their motions continued, although not at as frantic a rate. And little by little they began to calm, his thrusts weakening until finally he lay still on top of her, his heavy breathing filling her ear as her inner muscles still twitched as she continued to make her way back to earth. She could feel him softening inside her and with it came little phantom spasms which in turn caused her spent muscles to tighten creating a pleasing if much calmer awareness for them both. Everything slowed as their bodies returned to more normal rhythms. But still, she enjoyed the feeling of him in her; that is, until his little soldier finally slid out, emptied. And even then, she tried to hold him to her as he tried to move off her. "Stay," she whispered.

"I'll crush you," he murmured back and then rolled off her, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her with him to rest her head in the crook of his shoulder. Edith thought it wasn't the most comfortable position for her head, but the rest of her body was quite content to snuggle next to him and feel his arm around her. Adjusting until she had her head comfortably settled, she then turned her attention to running her fingers lightly along his torso, which caused him to jerk and moan.

His reaction perplexed Edith. She'd always read and heard that men would take some time to recover but he seemed responsive. "Anthony?"

"Yes," he muttered sleepily.

"You just…. When I …" she repeated her actions with her fingers and got a similar response from him. "Are you…. I thought you might require some time to recover?"

"I do, sweet one. But when you insist on teasing me in that way while my nerves are still tingling from what we've just done…. Well, it makes me rather ticklish, you see."

"Ticklish?" Edith's mischievous self briefly considered taking advantage of that knowledge. But then she thought of what they'd just experienced, what he'd just made her experience, and she decided she didn't want to ruin it. "I'll remember that in the future," she said softly.

"Thank you, dearest," he said as he patted her hand on his chest. After a pause, he turned his head slightly and planted a light kiss on the top of her head. "Are you all right, my darling?"

"Alright? That doesn't even begin to describe how I am feeling right now. My mother once said that what happens between a husband and wife could be terrific fun. But this, with you, was so much more. Do you think it will always be like that?"

"Well, we do seem to have set a rather high standard," he answered lightly. "I imagine eventually you will become bored with me and beg off. In the meantime, I plan to take full advantage of every opportunity for a repeat performance."

"I can't imagine I'll ever become bored with you," she replied tenderly. "You do the most fascinating things to me."

"Hmmmm, we'll see….." Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he sighed. "Do you want a short nap before we need to shower and prepare to leave?"

"A nap sounds marvelous, as long as I wake up with you next to me. But I'm not sure I will want to leave to go anywhere ever again."

Anthony smiled. Then planting another soft kiss, he whispered, "Rest my love. I'll be here when you awaken." Edith snuggled further into him and did just that.