Page 16 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

When I felt the first familiar tingle of my own building release, I withdrew my cock from Cameron, still keeping her under control by holding a fistful of her hair. She turned around obediently and then dropped to her knees. Her mouth fell wide open and I slid my cock between her hungry lips.

We were just a foot or two away from the side of the bed. Leticia’s eyes became misted with a glaze of lust. She watched the flex and leap of my cock as Cameron’s tongue flickered and slithered along the length of my shaft, taunting me like I was a musical instrument.

I threw back my head and surrendered to the sensations of Cameron’s enthusiasm and skill for long seconds until the world around me slowly began to teeter.

I was close to coming. I pulled Cameron’s mouth all the way down onto my cock and then held her perfectly still. Her eyes grew wide with a fleeting moment of panic, and then I felt her throat relax. My cock leaped against the roof of her mouth and then seemed to swell beyond proportion.

When I could hold back no longer, I withdrew myself, hard and hot and on the brink of eruption. I stepped away, turned my back on the room and screwed down my self-control. It took several seconds. I was breathing like a man who had run a vast distance. I waited until the urge to come had passed and turned back to where Cameron knelt, my cock still hard, but the need to come slowly subsiding.

Leticia was still lying on her side, but with one hand she was gently caressing the smooth arch of Cameron’s back. Cameron had her eyes closed, her head lowered as though she were studying the pattern of the carpet with elaborate care. I watched for several seconds, fascinated and aroused, until Leticia seemed to sense my gaze. She snatched her hand away as if suddenly Cameron’s skin had burned her.

I said nothing.

I took Cameron by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. I turned her towards the bed and she knelt on her hands and knees on the edge of the mattress. Leticia folded her legs, tucking them out of the way so that Cameron was kneeling where her feet had been. I went back down onto one knee behind Cameron and lavished her pussy with the probing swirl of my tongue.

There was no need – she was wet and willing. The lips of her pussy were flared like the bloomed petals of a delicate rose.

At the first skillful flick of my tongue, Cameron went rigid. I heard the sudden hiss of her breath. I lapped up the juices of her sex. The heady aroma of her arousal filled the room like an impossible perfume.

“You taste delicious,” I murmured, and I meant it. Cameron’s pussy was sweet, her juices like fresh nectar. When I had my fill, and Cameron was squirming and clenching her body in helpless surrender, I got slowly to my feet and stood over the bed. Leticia was watching me. I licked my lips… and then leaned over to kiss her.

I moved in slow motion, giving Leticia time to react or respond. I saw the fleeting confusion in her eyes – the moment of understanding and then a flare of realization. For an instant she seemed to freeze – and then her arms came up and wrapped around my neck.

I kissed her passionately, letting her tongue explore the taste of Cameron’s pussy that was like wine on my lips. For long seconds we were both oblivious to Cameron still kneeling beside us. Leticia’s mouth was ravenous, as if she were overcome by the taste and wicked thrill. When we broke the kiss at last – when Leticia fell reluctantly back onto the bed with a breathless sigh – I realized Cameron had reached a hand between her legs. She was fingering herself, undulating her back and breathing through parted lips. Her hand was a blur. I watched her coldly, my eyes turning to ice.

“Stop!” I commanded. Cameron froze. She looked over her shoulder to where I was still hard and naked. Her face was contorted by how close she was to the precipice of her orgasm. Her expression was a blend of guilt and urgent plea.

I looked a question at Leticia. “Do you think she deserves to come?” I asked. My voice was remarkably steady, but in contrast Leticia’s was strangled by her rising lust. She frowned for an instant and then nodded her head in sympathy. “Yes,” she decided.

“How?”

We were talking about Cameron as though her fate rested in our hands – as though she were an object of nothing more than pleasure… which at that moment was precisely what she was.

“Let her do it herself,” Leticia decided. The reedy quaver of her voice almost sounded imperious for a moment. “She can get herself off while she watches you fuck me.”

I nodded. I made Cameron peel off Leticia’s panties and then unfasten her bra. Leticia stayed still, not yet anywhere near comfortable with Cameron’s touch… but no longer made tense by the experience. When Leticia was naked, her legs spread wide open, I ordered Cameron off the bed.

“The chair,” I said. “But you cannot come until Leticia does.”

Cameron crawled off the bed and perched herself on the edge of the chair. Her legs were splayed wide, her finger brushing lightly across her clit as though a firmer touch might send her over the edge. I fell onto the mattress and wrapped Leticia in my arms.

We moved together with the familiarity of lovers who knew each other’s bodies, each other’s deepest needs. She lifted her arms to me and we kissed again until the swell of my cock instinctively found the heat of her sex. In a single fluid movement I was inside her and our bodies were rocking together.

Time and space seemed to stand still. I thrust deeper and deeper into Leticia and her body was warm and willing and filled with a new strain of erotic passion. She writhed beneath me, already racing towards her climax. She kissed me again fiercely as I held myself on the edge, waiting for her to meet the urgency of my own need.

I was impossibly hard – held on the brink of coming for too long. The memory of Cameron’s pussy was still a fresh stimulus and I knew there could be no last chance for restraint.

“Come with me!” I hissed. My jaw was clenched, my eyes boring into Leticia’s. She must have seen inside my soul. She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and then her hand snaked down between our heaving bodies and found her clit.

I slowed the speed and reduced the depth of each of my thrust. Our lovemaking became a sensual grind as I felt the brush of Leticia’s fingers between us. I braced myself on my arms, gazed into her eyes and then let my vision drift down across her breasts. Leticia screwed her eyes tightly shut – and then I felt the first fierce clench of her pussy as her body began to spasm.

I let myself go – loosened the short leash of my restraint. I drove myself deep inside Leticia’s pussy and then the world around me broke into a million sparkling pieces of light as – at last – I came.

I cried out, Leticia’s broken voice blending with my own. I threw my head back and screwed my eyes shut. My heart was racing, the drum of its beat loud and pounding in my chest. Every muscle was drawn tight, every fiber of my body humming to the primitive ancient sounds of release that were as old as the world itself.

When it was all over – when I had drifted groggily back from where my mind had fled – I kissed Leticia again, this time long and slow and lingering. I was still inside her, and her legs were still wrapped around me. The bed was damp with the intensity of our lovemaking, the drenching passion of what we had shared. I could feel the softness of her breath on my lips. I turned my head slowly. Cameron was sitting slumped in the chair, her hand between her legs, but her fingers still now. She slouched like a rag doll, her limbs turned to melted wax. She was breathing slowly and deeply, her gaze misted. Our eyes met and she blinked awake from the hypnotic spell of her orgasm.

I turned my eyes back to where Leticia lay spent and exhausted beneath me.

“Are you willing to come again?” I asked softly. Leticia licked her lips as if they were parched. “What did you have in mind?” her voice sparked with a hint of mischief.

“The next step in your erotic evolution,” I promised.

Leticia frowned, not understanding. She reached up and took my cheek in the palm of her hand, feeling the stubble of my unshaven jaw. She was still soft and drowsy, still numbed by the natural drug of he

r orgasm. She felt soft and pliant as though all the energy had been drained away from her. She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess…” she said with a tentative little breath.

I nodded and smiled. I slid to the edge of the bed. Leticia closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as though she was already drifting off to satisfied sleep.

I took Cameron by the wrist and pulled her close to me. She came off the chair and I trapped her chin in the grip of my hand. “Crawl onto the bed,” I said very softly. “Between Leticia’s legs. I want you to pleasure her with your mouth.”

Cameron nodded obediently, perhaps even willingly. She came onto the bed like a stalking cat, and then slowly lowered her mouth to lick at Leticia’s glistening pussy.

For several intoxicating seconds of erotic magic, I watched the delicate trail of Cameron’s tongue as she lapped at the combined juices of our spent passion. Leticia moaned softly. She threw a languid arm across her breasts and then traced a casual line with her fingers down between her parted thighs. I saw her hand tangle in Cameron’s long hair. Leticia moaned again. Her body began to writhe… and then the realization of exactly who was pleasuring her with such avid passion suddenly seemed to register. Leticia sat up on the bed in absolute shock. Her legs clamping closed like the reflexing spring of a trap. Cameron perched on her hands and knees, puzzled and then concerned.

“Fuck!” Leticia gasped. The rapture of her expression had slid off her face, replaced by a wretched twist of confusion… and then simmering outrage. She turned angry, confused eyes to me.

“Jonah!” she flared. The fury of her outburst seemed out of all proportion to the moment. “I told you…” the words jammed in her throat like barbed wire. She stabbed an accusing finger at me. “I told you!”

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