Page 13 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

“Doesn’t Cam look beautiful on her knees?”

“Yes!” the sound of Leticia’s voice was torn between a sigh and a groan.

“Her mouth on my cock is amazing,” I said. “I’m getting close to coming.”

So was Leticia. She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes were locked on the sight of Cameron’s bobbing head as she engulfed me deeper and deeper, while at the same time her own body betrayed her heightened arousal. I felt her push down against the insistent press of my fingers, becoming more desperate for my touch within her. Leticia’s body began to jerk, foregoing the rhythm of her rocking hips for the sudden urgent need for much more.

I used my free hand to tangle my fingers in Cameron’s hair and pull her further forward onto my cock. My other hand slipped from between Leticia’s spread legs and she moaned an aggrieved sound of disappointment. She gave me a startled secret look.

“Slip off your dress,” I told Leticia. “Quickly.”

She gave me a guarded glare, and then a hot glance that might have been a warning. I met her gaze and she seemed to wilt. She shrugged the sundress off and stood in just her damp panties and bra.

“Take off the bra,” I said, “And then kneel down beside Cameron.”

This time Leticia stiffened visibly. I thrust my hand possessively down inside the front of her panties and felt the rush of her wet arousal. Leticia’s body went soft. She hung her head and then ground her pussy against the teasing promise of my hand. “Now,” I insisted.

Leticia reached behind her for the clasp of her bra and sucked the wetness of her pussy off my fingers. She lowered herself to the bedroom floor, close beside Cameron. Leticia’s eyes never left mine – her expression dazed by her lust and slitted by her wary caution.

I turned my attention back to Cameron. Her mouth was a wet and willing wonder. I could feel the massaging press of her tongue with every swirling lunge. I could feel the leaping pulse of my cock as I teetered on the verge of erupting.

At the last possible moment I withdrew myself from Cameron’s clamping lips. My cock felt hard as an iron bar, swollen to the point of almost being painful. I swiveled to face Leticia and she lifted her face as I exploded across her chest and breasts.

I threw back my head and the growl from my throat was the primal, raw sound of a growling beast. A rash of sweat blisters broke out across my brow and my chest heaved for air like a bellows. I felt my knees weaken. I rocked back on my heels as the fire of desire slowly began to burn out to ash.

When my vision cleared and my breathing had become regular, I reached down and cupped Cameron’s chin in the palm of my hand. I lifted her eyes to mine and spoke with a tone of command.

“Lick my seed from Leticia’s breasts,” I said. “Do a thorough job.”

In the corner of my eye I saw Leticia tense. She was staring at me. I reached for her hand and lifted her to her feet, then turned her so that she had taken my place before Cameron.

“Get up on your knees,” I told Cameron, “and begin.”

Leticia closed her eyes. I felt her almost cringe. Her body tensed and became tight. I could feel her resistance in her arms and in the way she stood – almost like a soldier at attention.

But I wasn’t entirely fooled. Leticia was incredibly aroused. I could smell the heady scent of her sex as her dampness flooded the silk of her panties. I watched Cameron lean forward and take one of Leticia’s nipples in her mouth.

“Good girl,” I said soothingly, the comment directed as much at Leticia as it was at Cameron. I stood close behind Leticia and gently rubbed my hand in small circles across her bottom. She leaned back against me, despite herself and her hesitation. I felt her shiver deliciously. Cameron’s mouth lapped at my seed, covering Leticia’s breasts in hungry soft kisses as she did so.

“Good girl,” I said again, this time encouraging Cameron. Her eyes were closed and my voice was like a soft soothing caress. My hand on Leticia’s bottom slipped between her thighs and I felt her body clench like a fist as if to trap my fingers there. She straightened her shoulders. Her eyes were wide open, staring down at Cameron as the woman’s mouth took her other nipple between her lips. There was a hot, lust-crazed flush on Leticia’s cheeks – an expression I had rarely seen on her face before. I sensed her internal struggle – the conflict between her emotions and the betrayal of her body. She wasn’t breathing.

Finally Cameron sat back on her haunches, leaving Leticia’s breasts wet with the trail of her tongue. Leticia let out an explosive sigh of breath and then the muscles in her back and legs melted. She was trembling.

I offered Cameron my cock once more and she licked and gently sucked me until I felt myself beginning to harden again.

I still had my fingers pressing against the folds of Leticia’s pussy and I sensed that she was rushing towards her own orgasm. I didn’t want it to be like this – I didn’t want it to be so brief that it would be forgettable. I wanted this night to live in her memory for years to come.

I unfastened Cameron’s handcuffs and we left her naked in the bungalow. It was a balmy night. The air was filled with the scent of flowers from the gardens, the breeze like warm gentle fingers across our skin. Leticia had hurriedly thrown her dress back on before walking out the front door. We made it to a lush patch of green grass that bordered the walking trail to the main house.

Under the stars, in the middle of the spring night, I dragged her down to the ground and we made love beneath the night sky.

Leticia’s body was on fire. She writhed to my every touch. Her legs fell wide open, inviting the exploration of my fingers. I peeled her sodden panties aside and then kissed my way down her body until I was between her spread legs. I could feel the twitching pulse of her clit. I covered it with my mouth, massaged the sensitive nub gently between my lips. Leticia arched her back off the grass as though ripped apart by a massive convulsion. The rush of her juices across my tongue was an aromatic sensation of taste. I slid one finger within her and moved my tongue and fingertip together in a steady tantalizing rhythm. Leticia was muttering incoherently. I felt her hands claw for my shoulders, and then the grip of her fingers at the back of my head as she begged me to deepen my thrusts.

“Please!” I glanced up for an instant. Leticia’s eyes were closed, her jaw clenched tightly. I toyed with her clit, flickering it with my tongue and watched every ripple of erotic sensation play across the expression on her face.

“Did it arouse you to have Cameron licking my come from your breasts?”

Leticia sucked in a deep hissing breath. I stopped the rhythmic lunge of my fingers.

“Yes!” she surrendered.

“Did you like it?”

Her eyes came open but they were dazed and misted. “I did,” Leticia admitted. “But I liked watching, Jonah. That’s my fantasy – to watch you having sex with another woman.”

She said none of this to my face. Instead she was staring up at the star-filled night, as though somehow it was easier to talk this way.

“But that was your fantasy based on your early experiences,” I said reasonably. “Introducing you to new experiences might create new fantasies… and more importantly, new sexual desires, Leticia.”

She wrenched her head to the side. I pressed my finger deep inside he

r pussy because I wanted to keep her teetering on the edge, rather than let her arousal become lost in thought or conversation. Her mind was swirling with lust-tinted images and I had to be careful not to take the edge away from her excitement.

“Maybe,” Leticia was non-committal. She tightened the grip of her fingers on my head as if wanting to put an end to the talk, and resume the feel of my mouth on her pussy. “Just don’t push my limits any further,” there was a trace of warning now and I narrowed my eyes. “I like to watch,” she said once more.

I went back to swirling my tongue across the swollen folds of her pussy. Her hands made tiny fists in the grass, as though she were gripping at the ground to stop her from drifting away into the night. When I felt she was just moments away from her orgasm, I covered her body with mine and kissed her fiercely.

It was a crashing moment where our bodies, minds and souls collided and became one. At the insistent thrust of my cock, Leticia’s muscles clamped tight and she moaned a deep throaty sound of pure satisfaction. Her ankles locked around the back of my calves and her hands dug into the muscled flesh of my shoulders. I thrust my tongue deep between her lips, the taste of her pussy like an exotic flavor we now shared. Leticia rocked beneath me and then she cried out as if declaring her orgasm to the world. The sound in the silent darkness was impassioned and profound. She came on my cock, twitching and lunging and panting as if possessed by the devil of her lust.

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No one achieves success in this world without plenty of persistence and a honed sense of intuition… and by almost any measure I have been a successful man.

My intuition told me that last night I had lifted the trap door on Leticia’s deepest erotic fantasies – I had glimpsed the very darkest depths of those things she kept secret from the world. It had been in the way she had responded to Cameron kissing her breasts – the tension in her body that was a superficial reaction, followed by the much deeper, sensual one that had come seeping to the surface.

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