Forbidden Desires (4 page)

‘Still a very strange thing to do; although I suppose Harriet might persuade a man to do strange things.’

‘She isn’t nearly as beautiful as Rowena,’ retorted Noella, looking longingly at the cream but then remembering her already ample curves.

‘She’s far more sensual,’ said Edmund, dipping one of the strawberries into the cream, lifting it to his mouth and slowly biting off the end with even, white teeth.

‘How do you know?’

‘A man can tell these things. Rowena was a sex goddess, Harriet’s real. I can imagine her…’ His voice tailed off as he put the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.

‘Imagine her doing what?’ asked Noella sharply.

Edmund gave a soft sigh of pleasure. ‘All kinds of things,’ he murmured.

Suddenly Noella’s eyes brightened. ‘Do you think she might be interested in joining us?’ she asked eagerly.

Edmund smiled at her. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I remember the film starlet in Cannes; we had some fun that year, didn’t we?’

‘But would Harriet be interested?’

‘I’m not sure,’ admitted Edmund. ‘She might take some persuading.’

Noella nodded. Knowing that Edmund was very interested in Lewis’s new wife, and having no desire to lose him to her, she’d decided that the best solution was to encourage him, providing she was involved as well. ‘Why not try and persuade her, then?’ she suggested. ‘If she likes you enough, maybe she’ll be happy to follow your suggestions.’

‘That sounds like a very good idea,’ agreed Edmund, his mind already picturing the moment when he and Harriet would become lovers. ‘So good that I think it deserves a reward.’

Noella felt her pulse rate increase and she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. ‘Do I get to choose the reward?’

Edmund shook his head. ‘I choose, but you’re guaranteed satisfaction.’

Noella had to be content with that.

As Noella and Edmund discussed their plans, Harriet was standing on the polished pine floor of their bedroom, the backs of her thighs resting against the side of their king-size wrought-iron white bed, while Lewis slowly began to unlace the bodice of her dress.

The room was light and spacious with beautifully framed prints on the walls and vases of sweet-smelling flowers on each of the highly polished bedside tables, but Harriet didn’t notice the decor, she was totally focused on Lewis and the expression of hunger in his eyes as his hands moved to undress her.

At last the dress was peeled off her shoulders and Harriet stepped out of it, leaving it in a crumpled heap at her feet. While Lewis unfastened the clip at the front of her lacy white bra, Harriet started to unbutton his shirt, her fingers clumsy in her haste.

‘Slow down,’ whispered Lewis. ‘We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.’

Harriet knew that, but she still couldn’t slow down. Her desire for him was rising rapidly, and when she felt her breasts freed from the constraints of the bra she made a tiny sound of pleasure. Her fingers worked quickly, until at last she was able to open up his shirt and move forward to press her aching breasts against his chest.

As she rubbed herself against him, Lewis felt her nipples hardening. He stroked her long brown hair, running his fingers through its golden streaks and pushing it back off her face, his fingers brushing her scalp in a soothing regular rhythm.

Harriet closed her eyes to savour the sensations. Next his hands moved to her back, caressing between her shoulder blades and then her shoulders and down the sides of her arms until all her skin started to tingle and with a soft moan she thrust her pelvis forward. Lewis shifted position until his right thigh was between her legs and Harriet pressed her pubic bone hard against it, so that gradually the lower half of her body started to come to life as well.

Lewis had managed to remove all of his clothes now, but Harriet was still wearing her french knickers. She felt his large hands slide inside the wide legs of her panties until he was grasping her buttocks, and his fingers softly squeezed and released the imprisoned flesh, sending sweet darts of pleasure through her lower belly.

Drawing back a little, Lewis lowered his head and moved his mouth down over her shoulders and across the hollows at the base of her neck before finally allowing his lips to touch her breasts.

Guiding her on to the bed, Lewis positioned himself by her side, and as her breathing quickened, he flicked his tongue across each of her erect nipples in turn, his mouth hard against
the sensitive buds of pleasure. Harriet began to squirm with rising delight and wrapped her arms round his shoulders, her finger nails lightly scratching over his back.

When her nipples were tight and fully extended, Lewis drew the left one into his mouth and sucked steadily, increasing Harriet’s excitement so that she twisted the lower half of her body towards him as an ache of desire started between her thighs.

Lewis continued to suck on each of her nipples until the tracing of veins on her breasts became more marked and the breasts themselves started to swell, a sign that she was well on the way to full arousal.

Harriet wished that he had more than one mouth, that his tongue and lips could travel over her body at the same time as he sucked and licked at her nipples. For one brief moment she imagined what it would be like if Edmund were there too, providing this additional excitement. Shocked at her thoughts, she pushed the image away into her subconscious but knew it would return at a later date.

Now Lewis’s hands were travelling over her body, stroking the sides of her waist and her softly rounded belly, until at last she felt his long fingers brush almost imperceptibly across the opening of her vagina before moving on to her inner thighs.

Harriet didn’t want him caressing her thighs, she wanted him back between her legs, touching
her where she most needed it and where the previously sweet ache was starting to become painful in its intensity. She moved her legs restlessly but Lewis’s only response was to graze the tip of one nipple with his teeth so that a jolt of electricity seemed to sear through her upper body.

At last his hands moved back to her vagina and once more he brushed over her entrance. His fingers carefully parted her silky pubic hair so that he could slide the pads of his fingers up and down her moist inner channel. The rhythm was quick but light and now Harriet’s excitement began to reach fever pitch. The areolae around her nipples started to swell and Lewis included this area when his tongue swept over the surface of her breasts.

Harriet’s breathing was quick and shallow as she felt her whole body clamouring for a climax. She moaned with desire, and hearing that sound Lewis finally allowed his fingertips to rub gently on each side of her clitoral shaft. Immediately a wonderful warmth started to suffuse Harriet’s lower belly and her muscles tightened in preparation for the release of orgasm.

She was very moist and slippery; after a few minutes Lewis allowed the middle finger of his right hand to slide into her vagina while his thumb and forefinger continued to stimulate the entire clitoral area. His finger moved in and out, slowly at first but then more quickly, and all the time the clitoris was continuing to receive the kind of stimulation Harriet liked best.

Her body felt heavy and swollen with need, and
behind her clitoris she felt the first tingles of approaching orgasm. Her breath snagged in her throat and Lewis immediately eased his index finger into her vagina along with his middle finger and then drummed softly with his fingertips against her G-spot.

All the time he was caressing her between her thighs his mouth was continuing to play with her breasts, and suddenly he saw the tell-tale red flush start to appear on Harriet’s chest and throat, which meant that she was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

‘Are you close, Harriet?’ he whispered, his fingers still massaging at the exquisitely sensitive G-spot.

Harriet could only mutter an unintelligible reply as her head moved back and forth against the bedspread.

‘Tell me,’ he insisted, suddenly slowing the pace of his caress.

‘Yes! Yes!’ shouted Harriet, terrified that he was going to stop or lose the rhythm that was leading so inexorably to the explosion she was longing for.

‘I want you to come now,’ he murmured, as his fingers moved inside her.

She was almost there now, her whole body taut and straining for the moment when the pleasure would flood through it, and her cries grew in urgency and strength. Lewis, aware that Edmund and Noella were in the adjoining room, took extra pleasure from the sounds and just as Harriet felt
that she’d burst if she didn’t climax, he nipped at the tender flesh of her left breast and this proved to be the trigger for her ultimate moment of pleasure.

Red hot currents of ecstasy streaked through her body. Her limbs went rigid while her toes curled upwards and with one final shout of delight her body exploded.

As the last tremors began to die away, Lewis positioned himself above her, his hands either side of her body, arms fully extended, and thrusted into her. Harriet lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly round his waist so that her pelvic area was stimulated by his thrustings; almost immediately she felt the blissful tightness start up again between her thighs.

Aware of her re-arousal Lewis slowed his pace, allowing her time to build to another climax and then as he felt her internal muscles start to contract around him, he let his body take over and the tempo of his thrusts increase once more. It didn’t matter because Harriet was almost there.

‘If only Edmund could see you now,’ whispered Lewis, his dark eyes staring down into her grey ones with an unfathomable expression. His words sent her toppling over into another shattering climax and Lewis finally allowed himself to lose control, his hips pumping almost desperately as he triumphantly spilled his seed into his new wife.

Lying on top of the gold bedspread in the yellow bedroom, both Noella and Edmund could,
as Lewis had guessed, hear Harriet’s cries of passion only too well. Propped up on a pile of cushions, Edmund appeared to have all his attention focused on the blue and yellow floral print curtains. He was so still that he could have been asleep, but Noella knew that he wasn’t. For one thing he had a huge erection, and his testicles were drawn tightly up at the base of his penis. His breathing, however, remained slow and even, and never by a single word or movement did he give any indication of his rising excitement.

For Noella, lying naked beside him, it was both annoying and arousing. Annoying because she wanted Edmund to be making love to her, but arousing because she was able to imagine Harriet uttering the same sounds in this room rather than the one she was sharing with Lewis. Noella could picture the other woman writhing beneath Edmund’s skilful ministrations while she, Noella, held her down or added to the excitement by touching her softly and cleverly in the places Edmund left free.

After Harriet’s second orgasm there was silence for a time, until at last Edmund moved, turning his head towards his wife. ‘The honeymooners are certainly enjoying themselves,’ he remarked dryly.

‘I seem to remember being promised some enjoyment myself this evening,’ Noella reminded him.

‘I hadn’t forgotten,’ Edmund assured her. ‘Open my small brown case there, there are one
or two things I’ll need.’

Uncertain whether to be pleased or not, Noella obeyed. Inside the case, lying on top of various items of clothes and ingenious gadgets, there was a sheepskin cover which she knew very well. Edmund got up off the bed and Noella spread it across the yellow bedspread, already anticipating the soft caress of the wool against her skin.

‘Now put on the black leather halter-top outfit,’ Edmund instructed her. For a moment she hesitated, but then without a word she drew it out and held it up to examine. ‘Put it on,’ repeated Edmund.

‘I’m not sure how it goes,’ complained Noella.

With a barely restrained sigh of impatience Edmund helped her into it, and Noella was swiftly clad in a shiny black leather suit that had virtually no top to it. The bottom half had a zip running from her belly-button down to her hip bones and a totally open crotch. Below her ample breasts the leather ended with a metal ring from which two wide straps spread upwards in a V-shape that went over her shoulders and joined at the back of her neck. A thong divided her back into two halves right down to where it joined up with the bottom half, just above the curves of her buttocks.

Thrust slightly upwards and totally exposed, her breasts jutted out proudly and Edmund eyed them with appreciation, his normally tight mouth relaxing in anticipation of the delights the night held for them both.

‘You look fantastic!’ he assured her as she turned round for him to inspect her. ‘Take a look at yourself in the wardrobe mirror.’

Noella did, and automatically thrust her shoulders back to make her breasts stand out even more. Between her thighs she was already becoming damp.

Edmund reached down, ran his fingers along her opening and smiled. ‘You’re as eager as I am,’ he said. ‘That’s good. Now lie on the sheepskin cover. Spread yourself out on your back, arms and legs extended in the shape of an X.’

‘Are you going to tie my hands and ankles?’ asked Noella, quickly settling herself on the bed.

Edmund smiled, and there was something about the smile that disturbed her. ‘No, I don’t think so. You see, this is going to be a test of your self-control. I want you to be free to move, but I also want you to keep still. Do you understand?’

‘No,’ said Noella, who wasn’t in the mood for self-control after hearing Harriet’s sounds of total abandonment.

‘I’m going to do all the things you like in order to bring you to a climax,’ said Edmund patiently, as though speaking to a child. ‘The only thing is that if you move in any way, even inadvertently, then I go back to the beginning and start again. How long it takes will all depend on you. I think that should be fun, do you agree?’

Noella shook her head. ‘I don’t want games, Edmund. Can’t we just make love quickly? I want to feel you inside me. I’m ready now, I don’t
need all these preliminaries.’