Season of Desire: Complete Edition (15 page)

‘Slowly, slowly . . .’ he says reprovingly. ‘You want everything at once. You want to rush. I think you’ve never learned to savour your pleasures, and to engage the senses bit by bit so that you heighten your eventual enjoyment.’

‘I can’t help it,’ I say longingly. I want to see and feel him, to undress him, run my hands over every bit of him, kiss each inch of his warm skin. I’ve never felt so possessed by lust for a man.

‘You must help it. You must control yourself. Those are my terms, remember?’

I nod.

‘What?’

‘Yes, Tutor.’

‘Good. Don’t be impatient. You’ll get all you want and more.’

More! I want the more right now!
insists a voice in my head but I damp it down.

Miles drops kisses on my shoulders and then runs a finger across my sternum, trailing along it from right to left. ‘You mustn’t be greedy, Winter. Don’t wolf it down – enjoy the meal.’

‘Yes, Tutor.’ My voice is cracked with desire.

‘Now. Where were we? Ah yes, kissing.’ He lands his lips on mine again and at once we’re lost in that beautiful place where our mouths are joined together. I can’t help myself – I reach up and put my arms around his neck. Instantly, he pulls away from me, frowning.

‘Did I say you could do that?’ he says, his voice stern.

‘No, but—’

‘No buts. You do as you’re told, and you don’t take the initiative. Those are our terms, remember?’

‘All right – I’m sorry . . .’ I say quickly, wanting to get back to the delicious kissing.

‘You don’t sound very sorry, Winter.’

‘Of course I am.’ I smile at him, expecting his expression to soften and his eyes to grow tender again but he seems as stern as ever, his lips just a little tight.

‘Perhaps you haven’t really understood what I want from you. I think that a small punishment is in order.’

‘Punishment? What punishment?’

‘I think that you’ll have to wait a little longer before you get what it is that you want.’

‘Oh!’ My heart sinks.

Miles looks at me and purses his lips, then says, ‘If you can’t accept the terms, then our agreement is at an end. I’m the master here, that is the way it has to be.’

That thought fills me with horror. I couldn’t bear to be deprived now. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say quickly. ‘I understand – I’ve been too impulsive, too forward. I know that the way I’m going to learn is by following your instructions, not by doing things my own way. I promise I’ll obey from now on.’

Finally, Miles’s expression softens. ‘All right,’ he says. ‘I’m glad to hear that. But I still have to make my point. Sit over there, and wait.’

I can’t bear it. I don’t want to be parted from him. But I can see that I have to show my acquiescence, demonstrate that I’m going to be obedient, so I go to the bench opposite and sit down. Miles sits down too, leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. There’s nothing else I can do but wait until he decides to open them again.

I watch him, admiring the lines of his face, his straight nose and the way his mouth looks chiselled, as beautiful as a Grecian statue’s. His thick dark brows with their slightly pointed arches give him that sardonic look.

He’s so gorgeous. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it when I first met him.

I paid him hardly any attention, I just let his masterful aura rile me. Now here I am, willing to beg him just to open his eyes and look at me, let alone touch me. The frustration of wanting him, having him so near and yet so distant, is almost too much to bear. And then, after what feels like an age, he opens his eyes and stares straight at me, the blue almost black in the firelight.

‘Ready, Winter?’

‘Oh, yes, I am. I won’t disobey again.’

‘This has been a mild punishment to show you that I’m serious about obedience. You understand that now, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’ My voice is freighted with longing for him.

He stands up. ‘Come here.’

I stand too and walk the two steps that take me to him.

‘Now.’ He looks down at me, raising that right eyebrow just a little. It sends a thrill through me and I feel everything in me begin to warm again. ‘The mouth is used to play the other person’s body, to wake sensation in it. You’ve already discovered a little of the mouth’s ability to tantalise and tease, and then awaken deeper desires. Now I’m going to show you how my mouth will bring you pleasure.’

I sigh lightly, thinking of what his mouth might be going to do to me. He lifts a hand and brushes it over my upper arms and shoulders, then gently cups my left breast, rubbing a thumb over my pert nipple. His other hand cups my right breast and does the same as he lowers his head to kiss me. Our tongues play lovingly with each other for a while and then he leaves my mouth and trails kisses over my neck and shoulders, nipping lightly at my skin, or sucking and licking with delicate feathery touches of his tongue lips. When he reaches the mound of my breasts, he slows down and approaches my left breast with exquisite tiny kisses that set my nipple tingling with anticipation. I’m desperate for him to take it in his mouth but he makes me wait as he caresses the soft skin and in tiny steps gets closer to the prize.

I’m panting and needy as he finally reaches the aureole and licks around my hard nipple. When Jacob sucked my breasts, it felt as though it was because it gave him pleasure. I’ve never realised what pleasure my breasts can give me, until now. My nipple seems to have an electrical connection to my deepest, secret parts and it’s sending euphoric messages along the line, stimulating a delightful need. I feel almost faint as he at last takes my whole nipple in his mouth and begins to pull on it lightly, his tongue caressing it and drawing it out to an even harder peak. I gasp softly and watch his dark head bent over my breast as he cups me gently and sucks with increasing pressure. I’m so turned on, I’m shaking all over and my knees are trembling. After slow, delicious minutes, Miles turns his attention to my other breast, and once he has nipped and sucked the other nipple with the same loving ministration, I’m in a frenzy of desire, my sex hot now, burning with wet and almost unbearable need.

At last he pulls away from my soft mounds and looks at me with a smile. ‘You’re delicious, Winter. I think you’re learning now about the power of the mouth, aren’t you?’

I nod, not able to speak, just wanting him to use his mouth on me until I melt away into bliss. I can see from the intensity in his eyes that what he’s been doing has stimulated his own lust.

I wish he’d let me touch him!

I’m desperate to feel his skin, to taste him, to feel the proof of his arousal. It’s almost cruel to stop me following my desire like this.

He takes a step back and sits down on the bench again.

A rush of disappointment swirls through me.
What? What’s happening now? Is he going to ignore me?
Panic flares in me: I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been obedient. Why am I going to be punished?

But then he murmurs in that sexy accent, ‘Come closer.’

I move towards him and stand just before him so that my breasts are tantalisingly close to his mouth again. He kisses each nipple quickly, flicking his tongue over them and pulling his teeth over the sensitive buds so that I draw in sharp breaths as a bolt of pleasure hits my sex. Then, his large hands on my back, he draws my body close to his mouth and begins to anoint my skin with his tongue, taking in the curve of my breasts and moving slowly downwards, not missing any inch, even tenderly following the path of my bruise, taking care not to press upon it. He’s driving me wild, but I stay as still as I can. I long to clasp his head in my hands and pull him to me even tighter but I keep my arms at side, my fists clenched with the effort not to seize him. All the time I’m aware that he’s getting to closer to the core of me, where all the torrents of desire are gushing hard and strong.

I groan as he reaches my belly button and runs his tongue around it, causing exquisite trembling pangs. He pushes his tongue in, and I sigh at the sensation and at the sudden idea that his tongue is like a tiny cock and he’s fucking me with it. My bud is swollen and stiff, eager for its share of Mile’s attention. I can myself swelling against the fabric of my knickers, even the light cotton stimulating me where it touches and rubs against me. I can feel my wetness too, it’s an all-too-obvious sign of the effects of what Miles is doing to me.

Now his mouth is burning a hot trail from my belly button downwards to the edge of my knickers. I can’t stop my breath coming in excited pants as he runs one finger around the scalloped edging and lightly pulls the elastic away from my skin. I know the scent of my arousal must be as unmistakeable as the way my clitoris thrusts eagerly outwards.

Is he going to make me stand through this? I’m not going to have the strength!

His powerful arm supports me as I shake, while his other hand gently pulls down my knickers to reveal my sex below. I’ve never been shy but I feel suddenly more exposed than I ever have in my life. He says nothing and doubts race through me: am I beautiful to him? Does he like what he sees?

He inhales my scent and, as if reading my mind, he says, ‘You’re amazing, Winter. You’re making it hard for me to concentrate on your lesson, do you know that? I’m working very hard here to stay in control.’

I imagine the hardness in his jeans, that strong shaft I’ve felt but never seen. I want it very badly but any chance of possessing it seems a long way off. I concentrate instead on what Miles’s mouth is about to do. My knickers are at my feet, and he helps me step out of them and then parts my legs very gently with his hand. I’m standing right in front of him, my sex before him. He looks at me and now there’s dark excitement in his eyes. His nostrils are flared and his breath is coming short now. He draws a finger gently over the lips of my sex, touching my swollen bud with a feathery touch that sends a bolt of excitement coursing through me. I stagger slightly and his arm instantly tightens, holding me up.

‘I think you might be done standing,’ he murmurs. ‘We’d better change this arrangement.’

He stands up and takes me in his arms, and I relax into them. We look deep into one another’s eyes and then our mouths meet and we kiss, more passionately than before. I sense that his lust is inflamed now, and that the lesson may take a different turn. As he pulls me to him, my nipples brushing the wool of his jumper with an almost painful sensitivity, I feel that his hardness against my belly. I want him so badly now.

He pulls away from me and says, ‘Let’s make this as comfortable as we can.’

My sleeping bag is still lying on the floor and he quickly takes the other two and unzips them, lying them down on top and creating as much of a mattress as he can.

‘It’s not exactly five-star accommodation,’ he says with a grin, crouching on the makeshift bed.

‘I don’t care,’ I say. I just want to be entwined with him, possessed by him. I want to open myself to him. He beckons me and I go him. Taking me by the hand, he pulls me down to the floor. I lie down, my skin white against the fleece linings. He reaches up to the bench for my puffy jacket which he quickly folds up and places under my head as a pillow, then lies next to me, dropping hot kisses on my shoulders and caressing my breasts.

‘Now,’ he says softly. ‘Where was I? Oh yes, that’s right . . .’

He pushes my thighs apart gently with his hand and moves so that he is between them. I groan a little, wanting him to release his magnificent cock and thrust it in to me so that he can calm this urgent desire he’s been stoking for so long – but he’s not going to do that. Instead, his mouth goes back to its work, kissing, licking and sucking. He revisits my breasts but his path from them to my belly is quicker now. I’m already so hot and fired up that he has no need to spend longer exciting me. I’m desperate for his tongue to find my secret places and for it to incite fresh pleasure there. He’s at my mound now, his breath hot on my lips. His strong hands grasp me at the hips as he nuzzles at me, not quite touching, letting his breath fall onto the swollen tip of my clitoris.

I gasp.
Oh my God, that’s gorgeous. Touch me with your tongue, Miles,
please!

I think I may scream if he doesn’t do it soon. I open my legs wider, so that my sex yields itself to him like a flower. His face is so close, his lips move across me and he inhales my scent with evident pleasure. Then his tongue at last touches my bud and I moan with delight. It’s delicious, the light probings that begin to grow in pressure. I can think of nothing else but the liquid pleasure bubbling up in my depths as he starts to lap and nip at my clitoris, his tongue pressing down harder as he finds the tiny seed-pearl hardness within the soft skin. My juices are flowing hard now and he licks them up with evident relish, pressing his face deeper into my sex. He leaves my clit to visit the slickness of my lips and slit, before returning back to my hard swelling to stroke me to more pleasure with his tongue.

I’m panting, each breath coming out with a high moan.
I’m going to come 
. . . it’s inevitable after the long approach to this moment, from the tussle we had this morning with its anti-climax and the frustration it left its wake, to the seductive parley that put our arrangement into place, and then to the inflaming work Miles has done with his mouth.

How can I hold out against that?