Jonah Noble - Anticipation is everything (7 page)

She came towards the bed taking the short jerking steps of a bride on her way to the altar. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her fiercely. Cameron’s mouth opened wide, meeting the fierce press of my lips, and then I felt the fluttering flicker of her tongue. She was breathing deeply, making soft mewling sounds in the back of her throat. I could feel the press of her breasts against my chest. I slid my arms down until my hands were at her hips and then broke the kiss when I felt her body begin to melt and mold itself against me.

“Is this normal?” Cameron’s voice was quavering. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her lips inflamed from the passion of the kiss.

“Nothing about training a submissive is normal,” I assured her. “There is no instruction book – no manual. Each woman is different, each situation unique. If you expected handcuffs and paddles tonight, I am afraid you might be disappointed. This evening is a chance for me to explore your body and to learn more about the triggers that arouse you. Tomorrow – once some of your inhibitions have been shed and we are comfortable with each other – the training will begin.”

That seemed an adequate explanation. Impulsively Cameron lifted herself onto tiptoes and kissed me again. I felt her hands around my neck and I delighted in the taste of her, the feel of her body and the scent of her desire. She lunged forward with her hips and then groaned into my mouth.

My hand found the hem of her dress and I tugged at it, exploring the firm toned flesh of her thigh with my fingers. I tugged the dress up over her hips and she leaned back and raised her arms high. The dress came away and I let it fall to the floor at her feet. She was naked, her body warm and vibrant and alive. I made my gaze admiring, and she closed her eyes.

“You’re stunning,” I said softly. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her arms and then back up until I was cupping her breasts gently within my palms. She was tanned, her skin flawless. Cameron threw back her head and her hair cascaded like a shimmering wave. I teased out her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and then slid the palm of one hand slowly down the flat of her abdomen. I heard Cameron suck in a violent hiss of breath as my fingers reached towards her pussy.

And then I stopped.

“Unbuckle my belt,” I commanded.

Cameron came back from the erotic distance she had drifted to, blinking her eyes like she was waking from a dream. Her hands went for my belt and I seized her wrists and stared into her eyes.

“Slowly,” I said.

She furrowed her brow and nodded her head. She unbuckled my pants and drew down the zip. I pulled her close to me so that my arms were around her back, fingers kneading the tight muscles of her shoulders.

“Now stroke me,” I insisted.

I felt Cameron’s hand lunge urgent and frantic within the opening of my pants, and then the wrap of her warm fingers around the length of my shaft. She had her head to one side and I kissed the exposed flesh of her neck. Her grip was too tight, her movements unskilled. She was enthusiastic but without the finesse I was accustomed to. I eased her back onto the bed, undressed, and then lay beside her.

Cameron’s breathing was ragged, her whole body seeming to tremble to each touch. I could see the rise and fall of her breasts with each inhalation. I lowered my head to her breasts and sucked one of her nipples between my lips. Cameron’s back arched and then she went limp. Her legs fell wide open and I used one hand to caress the firm flesh of her abdomen, tracing lazy patterns across her body as my hand meandered lower and closer to the gap between her parted thighs.

The first touch is crucial – most men are too direct, too unskilled and thoughtless to be aware of how sensitive an aroused woman’s body can be. They probe at a woman as though digging for gold. I do the opposite.

My fingertips grazed across the jutting nub of Cameron’s clit – so fleeting and soft that she tried to follow my hand by lifting her hips off the bed. I kissed her, and used the tip of my tongue to trace soft circles across her lips – the same soft circles that I began to draw across the folds of her sex with my fingers. I was teasing her, mirroring the movements of my tongue to the caress of my fingers, overloading her senses to completely connect her body. As my tongue swirled within her mouth, my fingers swirled across her clit. As my tongue flickered within her mouth, my fingers pressed gently between the wet folds of her pussy. Cameron began to squirm on the bed, as though she were tied to the mattress and desperate to be free.

I could feel the rising urgency in the way she hunted my mouth with hers and that same hunger was reflected in the bucking heave of her hips. She wanted my touch deep inside her. She was moaning. I drew my fingers from between her spread legs and offered them to her.

“Suck,” I said. “I want you to know the taste of yourself.”

Cameron sucked the slick wetness of her arousal from my fingers, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her tongue swirling. I slid my hand between her thighs again. One of my fingers dipped deeply within her and she shuddered. Her mouth fell wide open, her head turned to the side. I eased my finger from within her and then painted the taste of her wetness across her lips like lipstick.

“And now I want to taste you,” I said. I kissed her then, and the delight of her juices flooded across my tongue. Cameron began to swoon. It was as if her body had turned soft as wax. She went limp within my arms, malleable and completely wanting.

I slid down the bed, trailing wet kisses across her torso. “Reach behind you and take hold of the headboard,” I said softly. Cameron moved in a daze. I kissed the top of her thigh and inhaled the musky aroma of her desire.

“Now close your eyes and relax,” I said. “Tell me what you like, and anything you don’t.”

I flickered my tongue across her clit and suddenly Cameron went tense. She drew in a fierce deep breath of desire as though she were trying to suck all of the air from the room. I grazed the flat of my tongue across her clit and then gently – very gently – sucked the hard little nub between the soft drawing motion of my lips. Cameron clenched – the muscles in her body seizing as if she had been electrocuted. I felt her buck hard against my mouth and I began to hum a deep resonate sound in the back of my throat. Cameron’s body undulated, went limp, then tensed again. She thrashed her head from side to side, clenching her jaw and then crying out loud, “I’m coming!”

Her orgasm was explosive – out of all proportion to the brief time I had been using my mouth on her pussy. Some men might attribute her powerful release to their amazing skill… but I knew better. Her orgasm had been the result of two days of erotic anticipation. I couldn’t lay claim to any great achievement. She had come with my aid, but not as any real result of my small effort.

Cameron lay spent and panting. Her eyes were still closed, her body now limp. Her legs were splayed wide on the bed. I had the taste of her on my tongue and I licked my lips.

When I slid back up the bed and kissed her again, I suddenly noticed Leticia sitting quietly on the chair. She had come silently into the bedroom and now she was leaning forward, perched on the very edge of the seat. Her knees were clamped tightly together, her hands trapped between her thighs. There was a misted glaze of lust in her gaze. We made eye contact for an instant, and then I deepened the kiss with Cameron deliberately.

Cameron came back alive slowly, her arms languid as they reached up and wrapped around my neck. My hand cupped her breast possessively and when I broke the kiss at last her eyes flickered open, dreamy and contented.

“Roll onto your side,” I said. “Leticia is here with us. I want you to look at her while I fuck you.”

Cameron too had been oblivious to Leticia’s arrival. Her eyes blinked wide open and fluttered. I put a reassuring arm across her chest and kissed her again. “It’s okay,” I promised her. “Just do exactly as I tell you.”

Cameron rolled onto her side, facing Leticia. I had positioned the chair opposite the head of the bed so the women would have direct eye contact.

I slid myself close behind Cameron, my chest pressed to her back and our bodies spooned together. She lifted one leg slightly and I brushed the swollen head of my erection across the puffy aroused lips of her pussy. She pushed back willingly. I felt the first inch or two of my cock slide within her and I held perfectly still for almost a minute, allowing her body to adjust and enjoying the sensations as the tight grip of her muscles began to engulf me.

Slowly I slid more deeply inside her – drawing out each new movement so that it was an erotic tease. Cameron’s mouth fell open and she let out a long contented sigh. I stared across the bed to where Leticia sat, wide eyed, her mouth hanging open and slack, her face flushed with the sweltering heat of deep desire.

She was watching Cameron’s face, her gaze intense and smoldering. I kissed Cameron’s shoulder and then reached across her to clamp my hand firmly around her throat.

“Leticia is watching us,” I whispered in her ear. “Can you see the look in her eyes – can you see how turned on she is to watch us together like this?”

“Yes!” Cameron hissed. I said the words loudly enough for Leticia to hear because they were, in fact, for her benefit. Cameron was rocking her hips back to meet each long slow thrust of my cock so that we moved together in the rhythm of an exotic dance. Leticia’s gaze drifted down our joined bodies and she watched the thrust of me with mesmerized fascination.

“Tell her how much you enjoy her watching,” I said softly to Cameron. “Tell her how it turns you on.”

“It does,” Cameron said in breathless confession. “It turns me on to know that your girlfriend is looking at us.”

“Don’t tell me,” I admonished her. I kept the grip of my fingers around her throat firm as a collar. “Tell Leticia. Talk to her.”

I thrust hard with my hips –a single last lunge of my cock that filled Cameron completely. There was a sharp gripping spasm as her body responded and then she gasped aloud and held a deep ragged breath.

“I love you watching us!” Cameron said to Leticia. “His cock feels so good and I want you to see the pleasure on my face. I want you to know how amazing it feels right now.”

It was all she could manage coherently. The next sound from Cameron was a deep guttural moan of primal satisfaction as I increased the tempo of each thrust until her body seemed to ripple and shake from each lunge. She made a high squealing sound that was torn raw from her throat. I slid my hand down and locked it around her waist – pinning us together as I flashed a burning glance at Leticia.

She was watching the erotic contortions of Cameron’s face, reacting and responding with her own facial expressions as though she could somehow feel the exact same physical sensations that Cameron was experiencing. I saw Leticia’s legs fall open and I knew that she was aching to touch herself.

“Does this turn you on?” I called to Leticia, and then groaned as Cameron’s pussy began to pulse and grip at me like a fist. “Are your panties wet from watching us?”

Leticia lifted her eyes to mine, her gaze almost blank and hypnotized. She nodded her head and then swallowed. “Yes!” she hissed, her jaw clenched. “God, yes!”

I thrust again and again inside Cameron, the bed sheets twisting and tangling around us, the temperature in the room seeming to rise until the heat was stifling. Cameron’s hair was matted damp against her forehead and her breathing had become the hoarse sound of sawing across her throat. My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, binding us together as we raced towards the moment of climax.

“I want you to come!” I grunted. I could tell Cameron was achingly close to her release. I too was rushing towards an orgasm that I had promised not to share. I set my jaw grimly and concentrated only on Cameron.

“I want you to come all over my cock!”

Leticia was holding her breath. She squirmed on the edge of the seat, her eyes seeming to roam everywhere at once as though to burn each instant into her memory and imagination forever.

I took my hand from Cameron’s hip and brushed it across her clit. Her legs were splayed wide open, driven apart by the force of each thrust. I drew soft circles across the jutting nub and it was like touching a match to a fuse. Cameron exploded in orgasm – thrashing against me on the bed, her entire body given over to wild undulations as wave after powerful wave crashed over her. She sobbed, she groaned, she tossed her head from side to side and then lapsed into coma-like silence, breathing hard, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I withdrew myself from the warm wetness of her pussy and rolled onto my back. There were dazzling pinwheels of light bursting behind my eyes. I took a dozen slow deep breaths and then reached across the bed for Cameron.

“Lick me clean,” I said. My fingers tangled lightly in her hair and I pulled her mouth over my cock. I was rigid and vaulting, still highly aroused. I felt the tentative flicker of Cameron’s tongue as she lapped at her juices, and then her tongue and mouth became more deliberate, almost adoring.

I turned my head and glanced across to the far side of the bed. Leticia was sitting slumped back in the chair. The scent of sex was thick in the room. Her face was still flushed. She licked her lips as though they were cracked and parched. She realized I was looking at her, and our gaze met.

Leticia said nothing. Her eyes drifted down my chest and then focused on Cameron’s bobbing head as her mouth slowly worshipped the length of my cock. It was a long time before Leticia’s gaze locked back onto mine.