Objects of Desire (8 page)

She was more, much more than Hadon had anticipated. How well she hid the fire, the passion, her sexual hunger. It took him over, incited his own. He found the fastenings on her dress, fumbled with them and gave up. Unable to wait, he tugged at the strapless bodice. When it lay crumpled round her waist, he buried his face between her ample breasts and drew in the natural sweet perfume of her flesh, an aphrodisiac for Hadon. He licked and sucked her into his mouth. She tasted divine. He pressed the sides of her breasts against his face. The sensation of being smothered by her voluptuous flesh incited him to bite into her: love bites, leaving passionate tracks to her nipples. The large and dark nimbuses round the already erect, long
and succulently fat nipples was sexy in the extreme. He held one breast in both his hands. It overflowed his fingers, this firm fleshy wonder of erotic delight, and he lowered his mouth to it and sucked deeply, using his teeth to taunt and tease.

Anoushka writhed with pleasure. Her breasts had always been unbearably sensitive. She murmured just above a whisper, ‘That’s wonderful. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.’

She caressed the nape of his neck, ran her fingers through his hair and grasped it tight, pulling at it as her excitement intensified. From there her hands found their way under his jacket and began to caress his flesh. She tore off tie, jacket, shirt, and Hadon crushed their naked bodies together in an embrace. He held her tight, two bodies entwined, until he could bring his passion under some control. When he released her it was just enough to step back and admire her breasts. Once more he caressed them. His fingers tweaked and teased the raunchy dark nimbuses, pinched hard at the nipples. He liked watching her. She was trying so hard to control herself but her face, and the way she squirmed, gave her away. She was coming and wanted more and stronger orgasms. He wanted total out-of-control sex for them, erotic oblivion.

Anoushka’s hands had been busy, wrapped around his semi-erect penis. He knew now that she thrived on sex. She was a lady who knew not only how to handle it but had a passion for it. The manner in which she toyed with the knob of his penis – teased at the eye
with the tip of her fingernail, the rhythm she used in her fondling of him, pressure and release, to stimulate and excite, sliding, grasping; hands, fingers used with as delicate a touch as a feather’s, up and down the shaft, the shiver of delight that went through her when she cupped his scrotum, they were messages relating her lust for phallus and the joy she derived from her own sexual cravings.

There was a knock at the stateroom door. It was as if Anoushka had not heard it, or if she did, didn’t care because she continued to caress Hadon. He smiled at her, kissed the tip of her nose, and with much less haste now raised the bodice of her gown to cover her breasts. He adjusted their clothes so that they looked presentable and reluctantly removed his hands. He led Anoushka to a chair and took one opposite her. Finding it impossible to answer the door in his erect condition, which showed no signs of abating, he called from the chair for whoever it was to enter.

The cabin steward and a waiter entered the room, the waiter carrying a silver platter covered with a large domed cover, plates, coffee pot, and demi-tasse cups. Once they had set the table where the red roses were displayed in all their glory, and had placed chairs there for Anoushka and Hadon, the two men stood at attention. One whisked the domed lid away. Baked Alaska appeared, a confection of ice cream covered in meringue and baked to a golden colour.

‘Something extra from the chef, his own special addition to the traditional Baked Alaska.’ With that
the waiter poured over the domed pudding a thin
cassis
sauce and struck a match. Blue flames leapt into the air and the scent of blackcurrants filled the room.

After the right comments from Anoushka and a wry smile from Hadon, the flames finally spluttered out. The waiter asked, ‘Shall I serve, sir?’ and held a chair out for Anoushka.

The cabin steward was more astute. He suggested, ‘Or would you care to serve, sir?’

‘I think we can manage, thank you.’

The two men retreated and once the door was closed Anoushka turned to Hadon. ‘That was quite a performance, and the Baked Alaska looks marvellous, but why did you answer the door?’ Disappointment echoed in her voice.

‘Because you wanted Baked Alaska.’

‘But I wanted sex more.’

‘You can have both. Baked Alaska does not preclude sex,’ he told her as he rose from the chair and went across the room to her. Taking her by the hands, he pulled her from the chair and up tight against him. He held her there for a few seconds and then swung her off her feet and into his arms.

Hadon carried her to the bedroom door, where he stopped. Anoushka reached down and turned the door knob and he kicked the door open and walked with her to the bed. There he stood her on her feet. He had hastily put on his shirt and jacket when they had been interrupted by the arrival of the Baked Alaska. Now he wasted no time removing them while gazing
intently down at her. He needed no words. His eyes instructed her to disrobe.

Naked, Hadon appeared much younger than his years. A fit body, sensual, exciting, and not the least frightening despite the exceptionally well-endowed and very erect penis, and the large scrotum hanging low against his muscular thighs. Anoushka’s heart raced with desire for the power and beauty of such a phallus. Merely to imagine how it would feel to have such a sexual organ as his ease itself into her, take possession of her, to be riven again and again by Hadon, was thrilling beyond measure. Seeing this staff pulsating with life and sexual vigour was to incite even stronger yearnings in Anoushka. Such imaginings and the sight of him standing before her were just enough to whet her appetite, to titillate her for all things carnal with this man.

How good it felt, such overpowering sexual desire, what excitement this giving oneself over to free-wheeling sex with a stranger. How had she not realised she had missed that during all those years with Robert? She reached out and took Hadon’s hands in hers and placed them on her breasts, directing them how to caress. His touch was to electrify her further. She placed them under her breasts and held them there so that they could feel the weight of them in his hands. She pressed his hands hard against her own flesh, wanting to feel even more the sensation that his hands could instill in her. His fingers bit hard into her flesh and she felt luscious, scary erotic pain, lust. She
drew his hands away from her breasts, now moving them over her back, down over her bottom. He had no further need for her to direct him now. He took over.

He was a voluptuary, that was clear from the way he enjoyed the fleshy but tight orbs of her bottom, caressing between their cheeks. Clearly he liked the curves, the weight and shape, so sensuous and perfect, something further to excite his own lust for sex with this woman. She widened her stance and with searching fingers he explored the hidden recesses, so private and mysterious, the essence and heart of female sexuality, except for moments like this when a woman wanted to share that part of herself with a man. He wanted more and found more, a tight place and past that a moist and lusciously soft slit: fleshy, satiny, long, slim cunt lips, a bud ripe for the taking. She shivered with delight.

But Anoushka wanted to be in control of this glorious fondling. Quite gently she removed his hands and placed them over her hips, indicating that she wanted more caressing, for him to know all of her body. Hadon obliged Anoushka with many kisses, and always the roaming hands. It was easy to give her what she wanted, liking as he did the feel of her, all of her: the slight swell of the belly, the very blonde almost white silky triangle of pubic hair. He spread his fingers through it, and combed it, and grasped the fleshy mound beneath. Once more she took control and directed his hand to the cleft of that voluptuous Mound of Venus, so seductively captivating to men.

He slipped searching fingers between the warm lips, even more moist now from the light, almost imperceptible orgasms she had been enjoying. This time she did not remove his fingers. Size, reaction to touch, a clitoris used to agitation … this was a noble female sexual organ that gave untold pleasure.

She was unexpectedly free sexually. A lady and a libertine, or a lady wanting to be one. Everything about her sang a song of sex, lust, hunger for sexual oblivion with no holds barred. This once wife and mother had true sexual audacity.

It was confirmed when she very slowly, wanting him to savour every bit of what she was doing, turned round with her back to him and bent over. She spread open the cheeks of her bottom to give him an exquisite view of female genitalia. He was mesmerised by the voluptuous act, enraged with lust, throbbing for Anoushka’s cunt.

She was beautiful, unbelievably raunchy and provocative, like a lovely, exotic female of the wood, an animal in heat lusting for cock and sperm. She was offering herself, teasing and taunting him with open cunt. But she wasn’t an animal. This was a luscious lady, naked and desperate for sex and to come alive in lust. A lady with a voluptuous body, long and shapely legs encased in cream silk stockings that culminated high on her thighs and were held tightly in place by a wide band of white lace. A lady standing in high-heeled tarty shoes who was used to playing the role of part wife, part whore. One of that rare and special
kind of woman who knows how to keep a man with her cunt.

Hadon was impressed and felt himself slipping under her sexual spell. He placed his hands on her waist; she moved back against him until their bodies touched. She reached back and wrapped her arms round him and leaned that little bit more into him, rubbing herself up and down against him.

He caressed her back and then her bottom, and beneath that, and without ceremony, pulled apart as far as was possible her cunt lips and inserted the knob of his penis against her. He slid it up and down and round the opening and felt the shiver of excitement rend her body as he pushed hard to insert the head of his penis inside her. He teased it by gentle withdrawal and forceful thrusts, always sliding that little bit more of himself inside her. She was tightly wrapped round the tip of his cock and it felt sublime for both of them. Moist as she was, it was not enough: cream or butter, saliva, oil of jasmine or gardenia to make her ready for the more easy passage of such an ample penis was what was needed. He liked her courage for wanting all of him, no matter how. He kissed her on the nape of the neck.

‘Great sex takes time. You’re not a woman to be rushed,’ he whispered in her ear, a husky lust in his voice.

He felt her push against him as he thrust into her. He liked her hunger for more of him. All the while he was moving the knob of his penis in and out of
Anoushka. Her sighs of pleasure inflamed him. ‘Deeper, I want more of you, all of you inside me. Please, now, I’m so ready!’

Reaching round her, he filled his hands with her breasts, now so sensitive to touch that she pulled back into him as if she had been scorched. He withdrew abruptly, turned her round and took her in his arms. His lips devoured a nipple and all its dark and sultry nimbus now puckered with passion, while he swept her up into his arms. There were tears of uncontrolled passion, frustration, pent-up sexual hunger in her eyes.

‘Everything. I’ll give you everything sexual you hunger for. We’ll take our time, get lost in the sexual depravity we crave. For us, tonight, there’ll be enough come to get drunk on, sexual bliss beyond measure.’ He smiled at her and demanded, ‘Now tell me you’re happy, that I know what
we
want?’

She placed her arms round his neck and rested her head on his shoulder but remained silent. He smiled, understanding her inability to tell him how she felt. ‘That’ll do as a yes and “I’m happy”,’ he answered for her.

Anoushka lay down on the bed. She held her hands out to Hadon and he took them in his and lay down next to her. He pulled her high against the pillows, adjusted them behind her head and shoulders and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. He took a nipple in his mouth. She squirmed. He had her raw, so sensitive to his every touch. Now he placed himself on his knees
between her legs. He raised one and removed her shoe, kissed her ankle and dropped the shoe on the carpet. He ran his hand up and down her other silken-clad leg, and again dropped a shoe on to the carpet. Bending her legs at the knee, he placed her feet flat on the bed and pushed her legs wide apart. Naked except for stockings, she was even more sexy than merely naked; more whorish, more exciting.

Her most private self totally exposed, cunt ready and waiting for him, Anoushka was filled with a sense of joy, as she always was when she could be that way for a man. It had always been like that for her from the very first time she had experienced sexual intercourse. She handed Hadon a pillow and he placed it beneath her bottom, then another. It was as if she could not show enough of herself to him, and wanted to be in a position to receive the deepest penetration during fucking.

He placed his face between her legs and it was she who held back the outer labia of her cunt, she who showed herself pink and open and yearning for his lips. She felt his tongue, his teeth, nibbling at this most sensitive, tender place. Such exquisite caresses. Fingers tormented her with pleasure, put her on the edge. Desire released in a series of brief, gentle orgasms. Her come covered his fingers.

He liked playing this sex game with her. For Hadon foreplay was delicious, but only as a first course to whet the appetite for more. He was on the verge of turning from such gentle lovemaking to the
two playmates, lust and debauchery, who would take him over. Anoushka, a willing stranger, and one he would never have sex with again, was an extra bonus. Her openness doubled his excitement, added a frisson to uncomplicated sex. The only kind of sex Hadon ever practised.

Withdrawing his lips was to release her, and sitting back on his haunches he viewed his willing prey before slipping on to his side next to her. Hadon took Anoushka in his arms and kissed her. A kiss of adoration? One of respect for lust unbound, the sexual freedom she possessed? She thought so, sufficiently to trust him to take her down the erotic path she yearned to travel with him. There would be no harm. Pure bliss would be there for her, a different kind of rainbow, the ultimate pot of gold.