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discovered that Oscar was an extremely good dancer. His lithe, muscular body moved gracefully and sensually in time to the music.
                     When a slow song came on, he drew me close, and pressed his body against mine as we swayed in time to the music.
                    "Shall we go after this?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded in reply. His warm body and wonderful scent already had me turned on and ready. We hopped into a taxi, and went straight back to my flat. He began unbuttoning my blouse in the lift on the way up, laughing as I slapped his hands away. We tumbled into the flat, passionately kissing and pulling at clothes. I was half naked by the time we stumbled into my bedroom, and fell onto the bed. Oscar practically ripped my remaining clothes off, then quickly shed his own, before crawling naked up my body to kiss me fiercely once more.
                     "I have to get inside you Elle, I'm gonna explode. It's all I've thought of the last few days," Oscar murmured as he kissed my jaw. He slid on a condom, and thrust inside me. Precisely three thrusts later, Oscar cursed.
                     "Fuck, sorry Elle, just too turned on."
                     He pulled out, and rolled onto his back, removing the condom, before staring at the ceiling.
                     "It's fine, I'm sure you'll be ready again in a few minutes," I cooed, rubbing my thighs together to get some friction. I fully expected him to carry on with either his fingers or his mouth, but he just lay there.
                     "Oscar, I haven't come yet," I said, trying to prompt him.
                     "Christ, will you just give me a minute," he snapped, effectively pouring a bucket of cold water over my arousal. I jumped out of bed and threw on a robe.
                     "It's fine, but I think you need to go home to sleep," I said, desperate to get rid of him, "don't forget I get up early."
                     "Thought you wanted another shag," he said, looking at me apprehensively.
                     "I've gone off the idea," I said, picking his clothes up from the floor, and laying them on the end of the bed.
                      "What's got into you? I just came in five seconds flat, which is embarrassing, and I need a few minutes before I can go again. Is that really so unusual?"
                     "There's no need to shout at me. You could have used your hands or your mouth to bring me off. You wouldn't like it if I left you hanging, then snapped at you for expecting an orgasm."
                     I turned to pick up a stray sock, and felt a pair of arms around my shoulders. Oscar pulled me backwards, and threw me onto the bed. Pinning me with his body, he glared at me.
                     "So this greedy little cunt didn't get it's own way tonight? I bet your clit's begging to be rubbed, and have my big cock pounding it."
                     "Stop it. Please Oscar, stop this now. This is not what I want," I shouted. My emotions were a horrible mixture of anger, fear and embarrassment. "I wanted an orgasm, not raping, and you're scaring me." I let out a sob.
                     "Elle, stop, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to frighten you, I thought you were playing." Oscar looked horrified at the tears rolling down my face. He immediately pulled off me, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. "Baby, please forgive me. I would never, ever hurt you. Please stop crying." He began to press little kisses along my jaw. I pulled back to look at him. He looked uncertain and contrite as he gazed back. Wiping my tear streaked face with a corner of the sheet, he smiled tentatively.
    "I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Now would you prefer that orgasm, or would you rather I went home?" He traced around my