Lewis frowned. ‘Where would that leave you?’
Edmund thought for a moment. ‘Free,’ he exclaimed with a laugh. ‘Free to choose someone who’d suit me better as well.’
‘That might not prove as easy as you think,’ Lewis pointed out.
‘It’s easy enough,’ retorted Edmund. ‘I’ve already met someone. The trouble is, she’s spoken for.’
Harriet looked from her husband to Edmund and knew that she had to get out of the room. She couldn’t cope with the tensions and simmering anger that lay beneath the civilised façade they were both presenting. ‘I’m going to find Ella,’ she announced, and fled from the room.
‘This woman,’ said Lewis slowly. ‘Do I know her?’
‘Know her? That’s a difficult question to answer. You’re certainly acquainted with her.’
‘Be careful, Edmund,’ said Lewis quietly.
‘I’ll be as careful as you were this afternoon when you made love to Ella in full view of Mrs Webster. She was very shocked I’m afraid, and but for Noella’s intervention just now would certainly have left.’
Lewis felt the blood drain from his face as Edmund turned and left him. Caught in the excitement of the moment, and needing to expunge the memory of the film of Harriet with Edmund and Oliver, he’d forgotten all about their housekeeper and her view from the kitchen window.
While the drama slowly unfolded inside Penruan House, Noella was enjoying a drama of her own. All day she’d longed to have Oliver make love to her once more, and at every possible moment the pair of them had touched or exchanged intimate glances as their mutual desire rose.
Now, in the safety of Oliver’s cottage, they were both free to express their passion, and to Noella’s delight she had no sooner set foot inside the hallway than Oliver had gripped her arm and hurried her through the main living area into the room that he used for working out.
They both tore off their clothes, silent but united in the excitement of the moment. Then, still without a word, Oliver lay on his back along his workout bench with his legs on each side, feet flat on the floor, and lifted his hands until they were gripping the end of the lateral bar.
His erection was vast, the veins standing out like blue ropes and the glans swollen and crimson. Noella didn’t need any instructions; she knew exactly what she wanted to do and positioned herself above him, sitting astride his lower abdomen with her own feet also flat on the ground.
She sat with his erection trapped between her softly rounded belly and his own well-muscled abdomen and leant forward so that she too could grasp the lateral bar, her hands on Oliver’s. This meant that her voluptuous breasts were dangling within reach of his mouth. Oliver’s neck muscles strained as he drew her left nipple greedily into his mouth and began to suck hard on it.
‘Graze me with your teeth,’ Noella urged him. ‘And suck harder – I like my men to be rough.’
Oliver needed no second urging. He nipped the edges of her sharply pointed nipples with his teeth and then opened his mouth wider so that he could suck in the surrounding areola as well.
Noella sighed with pleasure and rocked to and fro on him, stimulating herself between her thighs until she could feel the first tingles of arousal beginning deep within her.
Suddenly Oliver nipped a little harder at her breasts and as the searing heat-filled sensation darted through her she lifted her hips and very slowly eased his penis inside her. As soon as he was safely encased she squeezed her pelvic muscles and gripped him harder until he had to beg her to stop in case he came.
Reluctantly she released him a little and looked down at his sweat-covered face. ‘I want this to be something we both remember,’ she said in a low voice and Oliver pushed his hips up until she felt the end of his penis strike her cervix.
‘So do I,’ he assured her.
‘Then keep still for a while, and leave it all to me,’ she urged him.
Oliver shook his head. ‘That’s not my way.’
Secretly Noella was delighted. She liked a man to answer back, to take command even when she gave orders, but she also wanted sex with Oliver to be the kind she liked, and he saw the faint look of anxiety on her face.
‘We’re two of a kind, Noella,’ he assured her. ‘You’re right, this is going to be great.’
Now Noella leant forward more and used the bar to pull herself up and down along his perfectly sculpted body. Oliver knew that she was managing to stimulate her entire pubic area with each pull. When she leant forward the penetration was deep and she would nuzzle his neck and nip the tender flesh beneath his ear before sliding back down him again.
Gradually the heaviness in his testicles turned into an ache and Oliver knew that he was very near. Before he could speak, Noella realised it too and she quickly changed her rhythm. Instead of moving up and down on him she began to rotate her hips from side to side which meant that the nerve endings inside her vagina were teased, sending delicious messages of arousal through her belly to her breasts, which were still being sucked hard by the diligent Oliver.
He’d never been so close to coming for so long and soon began to gasp with the effort of holding back as Noella continued her steady climb to orgasm. ‘Soon,’ she whispered, as her body started to tighten and he felt the involuntary tightening of her internal muscles as well.
Once this happened, Noella moved up and down even more slowly on him; he felt as though he were being tortured by an expert as his penis and testicles throbbed but he still wasn’t given sufficient stimulation to climax.
Noella was breathing rapidly now and she drew back a little from her lover in order to see her nipples extended by his mouth. As her body rocked backwards onto the base of his belly and her breasts were fully displayed to him, Oliver knew that he could no longer keep control and he shouted a warning cry to Noella.
Swiftly she let go of the lateral bar with one hand, leaving her hand free to roam between her legs where it could massage her swollen and aching clitoris while at the same time she increased the tempo of her movements. In the end it was Noella who came first and she shouted, grinding herself hard against his hip bones and twisting her upper torso until he was forced to relinquish his hold on her glorious breasts.
Even as her last quaking movement began to die away, Oliver came too and his cry was even louder than Noella’s as he finally released all the pent-up excitement and tension that had been kept at bay for what seemed an unbearable length of time. His hips jerked and his eyes closed as the spasms engulfed him, and looking down at him Noella knew with absolute certainty that this was a young man who would always be able to keep her happy.
When he was at last still, Oliver opened his eyes and smiled at her. ‘Your turn to lie on the bench,’ he said.
‘What, now?’ asked Noella incredulously.
‘Yes, now, while you’re still in the mood. Quickly, lie like I was lying but with your feet right at the end of the bench.’
Her heart pounding with excitement at this unexpected turn of events, Noella changed places with him and to her delight he immediately crouched down on the floor at the foot of the bench and pulled her body towards him.
‘First I think I need a drink,’ he muttered, and Noella was about to protest when she realised that he was bringing a bottle of chilled champagne over to her. She heard it open with a loud popping sound and suddenly the ice-cold bubbles were flowing down across her exposed vulva, trickling into the crevices of her thighs and running down between her outer sex lips which were still open after the excitement of her previous orgasm.
Swiftly Oliver began to lap at the bubbles, opening her up with his hands and drinking from her in a way that even Edmund had never done before. ‘You’re beautiful here,’ he said softly. ‘I wish this could go on for ever.’
Noella wished that it could go on for ever as well. She felt him place a hand at the top of her pubic mound and then press down, pushing her clitoris closer to the opening of her vagina and at the same time increasing the feeling in her genit
als. She shivered and as his tongue began to move gently over the clitoris she moaned, growing more and more excited as the sensations intensified.
After a time the regular rhythm became unbearable as her needy body craved a change of stimulation in order to finally peak, and she thrust her hips up higher to increase the overall pressure.
‘Faster!’ she shouted, desperate for him to understand what she wanted. ‘Please – move your tongue faster now.’
Oliver heard her, but instead of doing as she asked he slid a finger inside her and then pressed steadily against the upper part of the vagina, while at the same time drawing the throbbing clitoris between his lips and proceeding to suck steadily on it.
‘Oh yes! Yes, stay right there!’ shouted Noella, in a delirium of excitement, and this time Oliver obeyed her. His finger remained in place, pressing heavily against her internal passage, and his other hand bore down against her pubic area until she felt as though everything inside her was so tight that she’d burst if she didn’t come, while all the time he continued to suck on the small sensitive nub trapped between his supple lips.
‘I can’t bear it!’ screamed Noella as the melting heat continued to spread and jagged streaks of white-hot pleasure shot through her entire body. ‘Hurry! Hurry!’
Oliver knew that he didn’t need to hurry, that within seconds now she’d climax again, and he watched as her thighs shook and quivered and then suddenly she went rigid and silent and her eyes rolled back in her head as an almost unbearably intense climax gripped her body.
For a moment she held her breath, and then she released it in a long drawn-out exhalation of total satisfaction and Oliver lapped at the sweetness of her secretions escaping from the entrance to her vagina.
While he licked, Noella felt the pressure of his chin on her highly sensitive labia and to her astonishment this proved to be the trigger for yet another climax, less intense this time but bitter-sweet with a strange deep ache filling her vulva and belly as the muscular spasms shook her for the third time until she finally collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath.
Oliver ran a hand tenderly over her stomach and breasts as he stood up and then covered her with a light blanket. ‘Rest for a moment,’ he said quietly. ‘You can’t go back to your husband looking like that. What will he think?’
‘He probably won’t even notice,’ said Noella. ‘It’s Harriet who occupies his thoughts these days.’
Oliver sat on the floor next to her and handed her a glass of champagne. ‘Here, I saved some for you. Harriet? Isn’t she Lewis’s wife?’
‘Yes, but Edmund wanted her, and what Edmund wants Edmund gets.’
‘I don’t think I’d risk trouble with Lewis James,’ said Oliver. ‘He looks as though he’d be a rather dangerous man to cross.’
‘He is,’ confirmed Noella. ‘I think that’s part of the attraction for Edmund, the danger of it all. There’s so little that’s forbidden these days that when he finally finds something that is, he has to go after it.’
‘And Harriet?‘
Noella frowned. ‘I don’t honestly understand why Harriet’s become his lover. Personally I wouldn’t risk losing Lewis if I were his wife, but ‘I’m beginning to think that it isn’t a risk as far as she’s concerned.’
‘Meaning what?’ Oliver was puzzled.
‘Meaning,’ said Noella slowly, ‘that both Lewis and Harriet may be playing with the rest of us for the sake of art.’
‘Art?’
She sat up, glanced at her watch and climbed hastily off the bench. ‘Is that the time? I must dash.’
‘What do you mean, art?’ persisted Oliver.
‘Forget it, honey. I may be wrong, and even if I’m right there’s nothing I can do about it now.’
‘What about us?’ asked Oliver. ‘Are you only playing with me?’
Noella shook her head. ‘No way, but right now I’m living in the present. We’re on holiday and I’m having a great time. I’ll think about it more deeply if and when the need arises, okay?’
‘You’re special to me,’ said Oliver. ‘I’ve never met a woman like you before.’
Noella smiled. ‘Maybe not, but I’m a few years older than you are.’
‘That doesn’t matter,’ protested Oliver. ‘We’re meant for each other, I know it.’
‘Can you see me living in Cornwall in the winter, sweetie?’ asked Noella gently. ‘I’m used to the sunshine and warmth of California, remember?’
‘You’d adapt,’ said Oliver firmly. ‘I can tell you’re adaptable, and if you were happy wouldn’t it be worth having to turn the central heating up a little?’
Noella pulled on her clothes and shrugged. ‘Let’s just enjoy the moment, Oliver. You mean a lot to me too, but right now life’s a little confusing.’
Oliver nodded. ‘It’s all right,’ he said with a smile. ‘I can wait. I’m good at waiting.’
His words were still going through Noella’s head when she slipped into Penruan House and up the stairs to the bathroom she and Edmund used. No sooner was she in the bath than the door opened and her husband walked in. ‘You look very flushed and relaxed,’ he remarked, sitting on the bathroom stool.
‘Must have been the sun at Morwellan Quay today,’ she said, lifting a leg in the air and soaping it slowly and sensuously while he watched.
‘Did you get your camera back?’
‘Sure, it’s on the bed.’
‘Good, I’d hate to think of you having a wasted journey. What did you think of Lewis having his fun with Ella in full view of the good Mrs Webster?’
‘I was surprised,’ confessed Noella. ‘Ella’s nothing special, and it’s clear that Lew still dotes on Harriet.’
‘Still?’
‘Despite her behaviour since we got here,’ said Noella calmly.
‘Your behaviour hasn’t been exactly exemplary,’ pointed out Edmund.
‘You wanted me to sleep with Oliver.’
‘Perhaps. He’s certainly a well-built young man,’ murmured her husband, idly trailing a hand in the bath water and splashing some suds over her breasts.
‘How would you know?’
Edmund smiled, and it was one of the smiles that Noella hated. ‘He helped me out the other night in a little exercise I’d planned. I was most impressed with him, too.’
‘What did he do?’ asked Noella.
‘He helped me make love to Harriet,’ said Edmund, and as Noella’s eyes widened in shock he walked out of the room.
Later that evening, Lewis and Harriet were changing for dinner. Harriet was still chattering on about her day but Lewis was quiet, mainly because he didn’t want to talk about what she’d done, he wanted to make love to her, but Harriet had made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood.
‘What do you think of this?’ she asked, turning to face him as she fastened the buttons on a burgundy-coloured chiffon blouse that hung in handkerchief points tunic-style over matching pleated palazzo pants.
‘You look very elegant,’ he assured her. ‘Personally, though, I prefer you unclothed.’
Harriet sighed. ‘Lewis, please, I’m tired.’
‘You didn’t say that to Edmund.’
Her eyes flashed angrily but she kept her voice controlled as she clipped on long gold ear-rings and held a gold choker up against her neck. ‘Why do you keep talking about Edmund? You wanted me to sleep with him, and you were the one who filmed it. Without that, you wouldn’t have anything for Mark to write about, so why are you trying to make trouble?’
‘I’m not making trouble,’ said Lewis, knowing that he was. ‘Surely it isn’t unreasonable to want to make love to my own wife?’
‘There, I’m ready,’ announced Harriet, turning to face him again.
‘You’ve put your hair up.’
‘I thought it went with the outfit. Don’t you like it?’
‘It makes me want to take out the pins and watch it fall to your shoulders.’
Harriet felt a shiver of desire go through her. S
he wanted Lewis as much as he wanted her, but for some illogical reason she felt that it would be a betrayal of their love. While she was involved with Edmund, testing her sexuality with a man she didn’t love, she felt she couldn’t let Lewis make love to her as well. The two men were so different, the relationships so totally unalike, that combining them seemed impossible.
‘It’s Edmund, isn’t it?’ asked Lewis angrily.
Harriet nodded. ‘Yes, it is, but not in the way you think. Lewis, this was all your idea, and now you’ve got to stand back and see the results of your plotting.’
‘Are you in love with him?’ asked Lewis, his voice anguished.
Harriet shook her head. ‘No, I’m not.’
He stepped closer to her and drew a finger along the exposed bones of her neck. ‘Do you still love me?’ he whispered, his other hand cupping her buttocks and pulling her up against his body.
Without thinking Harriet responded. Her hips tilted towards him, and her head started to go back, but then just as he began to manoeuvre her towards the bed she twisted free of him. ‘Yes, I do!’ she shouted, almost in tears. ‘But right now, I wish I didn’t.’
‘Then stop the game,’ he said urgently. ‘Tell me you want to stop and it will all be over. Damn Mark, and damn the script. I want you to do what you choose.’
She smiled sadly. ‘I know. The trouble is I have to go on now.’
‘Why?’
‘To see how far he’ll take me, how far it is I want to go.’
‘It wasn’t meant to be like this,’ said Lewis, opening their bedroom door. ‘It’s far more complicated than I expected.’
Harriet lifted her chin and her eyes were cool. ‘Yes, well, you didn’t have to involve Ella did you?’
‘Ella?’
‘When I talked to her earlier I gained the distinct impression that you and she had got on very well in my absence.’
‘You’re talking rubbish.’
‘You mean you didn’t have sex with her?’
Lewis didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to – his silence was enough to confirm Harriet’s suspicions. ‘Is this to pay me back for doing what you wanted in the first place?’ she asked.
Forbidden Desires Page 14