Objects of Desire

  There was about them both a pent-up sexual energy asking to be released, begging to be made the most of. There was also sexual chemistry, erotic freedom, between them. They knew that, not only from their mutual erotic hunger for each other now but from a one-night sexual past. Together they had tasted real sexual honey, sexual ecstasy, bliss, oblivion, those same things that they wanted from each other now.

  Anoushka walked up the cliffside on the stairs that criss-crossed it, past the beach house, the work house. She was enchanted. She had somehow not imagined Hadon would live in such natural splendour – but then, she had not imagined him or anything about him at all.

  From the water’s edge to the patio doors of the drawing room in the main house all she could exclaim was: ‘Wonderful!’

  Hadon was no sooner into his drawing room than he was peeling off the blue and white checked shirt he was wearing and dropping it on the floor. Anoushka had forgotten how much she had liked his naked flesh. She caressed his shoulders and a shock of pleasure, warmth, went through her.

  Once again he unbuckled the Navaho belt. This time he pulled it sharply from the loops of her jeans and tossed it on a chair. He was out of his own jeans, naked and with a massively erect penis when he turned her round. He wanted to see the back of her, that delicious bottom in tight jeans that had provoked his hunger for her when he had seen her in front of the boulangerie.

  He placed his hands on her hips and caressed them while he indulged himself with a long and hungry look at her buttocks. He embraced her thighs, her bottom, liking the way she filled her jeans. She felt incredibly taut and sexy in his hands. He fondled her flesh through the seam between the cheeks of her bottom and followed it down to between her legs, scratching and teasing the denim that covered her cunt so solidly. The flesh so tightly bound in denim – buttocks, cunt, thighs, pussy, hips, the fleshy mound, sexy tummy – provocative as hell, as was the way she moved to his caresses, begging for more without saying a word.

  Hadon was losing himself to his pleasure: making love to this body in his hands. He spun her round to gaze into her eyes, and pulled her tight against him. With barely room between them for his hand to open her jeans, he did and pulled them down to below her hips and just above her knees. Now he was able to caress her naked buttocks, the back of her thighs, to grab a fleshy orb firmly in his hand. Hadon bit hard the soft skin but firm flesh of a breast.

  Breathlessly, in a voice husky with lust, she told him quite unashamedly, ‘Hadon, it feels so good, your wanting me, to feel my cunt throbbing for cock.’ She whispered in his ear, ‘Come and come again and again, until I’m drowning in your come.’ She spurred him on, telling him, ‘Whatever it takes, to get there, to get to that sexual high, do it for us!’

  ‘And what if it’s everything? Beyond even reason or morality, and we sink into sexual depravity?’

  ‘If we trust each other, we’ll come to no harm.’

  His kisses now were more urgent, more passionate. ‘Then there’s no turning back for us,’ he told her as he swept her off her feet and carried her to the sofa. He removed her espadrilles, dropped them to the floor and roughly yanked her jeans off her legs.

  Anoushka was a lady who enjoyed her orgasms and had them in abundance once she let her ego drop away. It was then that she became all female sexuality and nothing else. He liked that in women, but there were few who understood that over the top sexuality was the norm for them. Anoushka did and that is very seductive to a man. It was to Hadon. It set her apart from most women.

  He knew what she wanted, and what he wanted to give her: deep penetrations, to fill her fully with penis, so that neither of them knew where penis began and cunt left off. A sexual intercourse where they were together as one, cock and cunt in total accord.

  He barely looked at this body he was so eager to possess; urgency didn’t allow for such a luxury. He pulled her off the sofa and bent her over the back of it. Spreading the cheeks of her bottom and her cunt lips open he was able to view her in all her most intimate glory before he entered her in one fell swoop. His thrust was swift and deep, and before she finished calling out in a scream of uncontainable passion he had found his pace and was fucking her sublimely.

  Hadon gave Anoushka not a moment to catch her breath between such powerful thrusts and withdrawals. She was limp, passive, the perfect receptacle for him. Having no defences against such an onslaught of lust, she took it all, and wanted more. But the libido knows how to eke out every last vestige of will to go that much further, experience always that little bit more, when searching for that elusive sexual moment of bliss. He sensed her holding her breath, her body being made rigid, how she was holding on and holding on, for as long as she could. Release. She went lax, let go her breath, gave in body and soul to coming and orgasm, her passion for sex and all things sexual, to her love of men and cock, of being penetrated. She yearned for Hadon to come, to fill her with sperm.

  Anoushka went with her emotions, she spurred him on with lustful rantings that excited him to fuck her without mercy. She braced herself against the sofa so he could pummel her with his cock.

  It was so thrilling, this fuck with Anoushka, so delightful to take her from behind like this, to hear her lewd and flattering talk about his virility. She was giving him everything he liked. He was on the edge, ready to fire hot seed into this ravishingly exciting woman, but Hadon was a master of sexual control. He withdrew, held himself back for a few minutes.

  He kept whispering in her ear while using his fingers to pleasure her; how he wanted to give her more, to inflict upon her his sexual dominance. She brought out all his male fantasies and they became even more exciting for his knowing she would allow them to become reality. She moved her bottom to the rhythm of his penetrating fingers. He loved her bottom, so provocative, so very sensual, so untamable. The Navaho buckle caught his eye. Without thought he reached for her belt and wielded it against the smooth soft skin. She cried out, more from surprise than pain. A pink welt rose against her skin, and again he whacked her. She tried to reach behind her to grab the belt. She needn’t have bothered, his sadistic act steered his lust to love her, not beat her. He threw it across the room and plunged his still hard and throbbing penis into her with all the passion that erotic love demands.

  He wanted to take not only her cunt to make his own but all her orifices. All that held him back was that he was too big, she was unprepared, and they needed a scented cool cream to ease the way. The very thought of sodomising her was too much, he could no longer hold back. He came in a long and strong orgasm. He grasped her to him, held her tight, his hands caressing her breasts. He was not normally a man to come with such abandon as to scream. Now he did, and cursed, and pulled on her hair and bit into her back. For a few seconds they both sailed together into a sweet sea of come and ecstasy.

  Hadon held Anoushka there in that awkward position until he could gain control of himself. Had he not, they might have collapsed to the floor, so weak were they from their coupling. Minutes went by, he resting his head on her back, listening to their hearts pumping. Finally, with a great sigh, Hadon withdrew and swept her into his arms. He carried her through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. There he laid her on the bed and lay down next to her. They turned on their sides to face each other. Tears stained his cheeks. Sheer release, pent-up emotion set free, surprise, fear. Like it or not, he had fallen in love.

  Anoushka kissed his eyes dry and then his lips were the recipient of her kisses, sweet kisses, loving kisses. She nibbled at his lips and licked them with the point of her tongue. She climbed on top of him, straddled him, and her hands caressed him. She worked his nipples with hungry lips and sucking mouth, a tongue that kept them moist and shiny. She watched his penis come alive again. She liked the excitement in his eyes. The taste of his noble penis. Their orgasms, his and hers, were for Anoushka an aphrodisiac. She slid herself down his body, gathered his penis in her hands and held it to her lips. She licked it and the inside of his thighs, caressed hi
s scrotum with her tongue. She tried to gather all of him into her mouth, wanting to make love to him, wanting to nurture him and excite his lust, his sexual hunger, his new-found love for her.

  He watched her, seeing her in a different light. That of a man in love with a woman who understands male sexual needs, the sexual fantasies that occupy so much of a man’s life. He was moved by the way she made love to him, slowly, taking command of his body, taking control of their sexuality.

  She slipped off his body and lay on her side next to him, leaning on an elbow. He had forgotten what a voluptuous creature she was, this Anoushka who had stolen his heart. He gazed now at every inch of her body, and realised why he had found her mound so seductive. She no longer had the blonde silky triangle of hair. She had shaved her mound clean, it was smooth as a child’s yet not like a child’s for she had left an inch-wide band of pubic hair clipped short down the centre of it. It was unbelievably erotic. He had had an expensive Chinese lady of the night who had groomed her pussy that way. He had found it quite delectable to go down on her and subsequently had asked of several of his amours that they groom themselves like his Chinese lady. This surprise delighted him. He found it beautiful; so feline, erotic, irresistible.

  He couldn’t bring himself to speak of it to Anoushka, so moved that even in this she pleased him. Instead he kissed the narrow band of clipped pubic hair, licked it to leave it moist with his saliva. Then he lay back against the pillows, his arm round her shoulders. She leaned into him, rested her head on his chest, and they watched him fondling the cleft in her decorative mound, he stroking her clitoris while they lay content with each other and the erotic world they were creating for themselves.

  He could tell when she was coming. She had that way of holding her breath when she came near her moment. Her body tensed for several minutes, then a shudder and orgasmic release, a moan of pleasure. Once, twice. The third time he reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and found a pot of cream, an amber dildo in the shape of a penis, carved with skill, a work of pornographic art.

  How sensuous, how exciting, the feel of the cool, scented, white cream caressing her genitals. His massaging fingers, slipping and sliding in the thick cream, searching to excite yet more sexual thrills for Anoushka. So many erotic sensations with Hadon but this was somehow frighteningly thrilling. He was deliberate and controlling, yet obviously wanting to seduce her by his expertise in creating sexual situations she would find irresistible. Another erotic sensation to trigger her lust. Anoushka whimpered with anticipation.

  She was silky-slippery, moist and luscious: mound, her cunt, between the cheeks of her bottom, her intimate orifices. There too he had anointed her with the cream. Every muscle of her body was relaxed. She lay open and ready for him, wanting only to be taken possession of.

  They were still lying on their sides facing each other, he whispering in a voice rough with lust for her how wonderful and exciting she felt in his hands, what he wanted to do with her, what he was about to do to her.

  ‘Yes, please. Oh, yes, now, Hadon! I want it all now,’ she told him between kisses and while using her own caressing hands on his pulsating penis. She made it doubly exciting for him because she too was using the cream.

  Slowly this time, savouring the feel of her cunt thick with cream, he took possession of Anoushka. Before he commenced his fucking, he allowed himself to rest deep inside her, to feel himself throbbing, her cunt gripping tight his penis. He kissed her eyes, her nose, and then her lips, all the while whispering of his passion for fucking her. They were tender caring kisses, as tender and caring as his fucking was this time.

  It was different, this satiny sensuous fucking. He found his rhythm, created a beat to fuck by, and her cunt joined him in tight grippings. Their hearts were pumping fast to the beat of sex. Gently, he used the amber dildo; or as gently as sodomy can be. She held her breath to contain her excitement for the pain that wasn’t pain but a new sexual sensation. She bit the flesh on the back of her hand for fear he would stop.

  Hadon was a master at deflowering women in that way. Women who liked it and wanted it. And now Anoushka was being had by him and his amber artefact, his deep and passionate kisses. Between them he told her, ‘The moment I saw you again, I knew I had to have you. I resisted, but it was useless. I don’t fall in love easily, I’m warning you that. I’m not even sure I like it, but I love you.’

  As if his declaration had changed things, his fucking became more exciting for them both. He used himself and the amber penis at the same time and with skill. It drove Anoushka mad with excitement, and almost immediately into orgasm, intense, long and exquisite. She felt herself dissolving, vanishing into sexual oblivion. All reason gone.

  She received Hadon sexually in the way most every man dreams of being received: in total trust, accepting of all things erotic he could deliver. This time she was peaking and he sensed it and let himself go. They came together, tearing at each other’s flesh, pulling at each other’s hair, driven by the power of lust.

  In their moment of ecstasy they found oblivion, over the edge of erotic lust, and were the richer for it.

  They dozed off in each other’s arms, and when they awakened praised themselves for having been able to give themselves up to each other so completely. This was sex without artifice, no games playing, pure animal feeling that comes from the libido, from the soul, the very core of being.

  Lying in each other’s arms they talked and drifted off into sleep, only to awaken and feel the joy of being together. Secure in themselves and their togetherness, they would doze off again. This went on all through the night between bouts of lovemaking.

  The sun was up when they awakened and Anoushka asked, ‘Am I alive? Pinch me. I have to know I’m alive and what’s happened to me is not a dream, that you aren’t a dream. That I haven’t died in a moment of ecstasy.’

  It was as if she had stolen his thoughts. He pinched hard and she reacted with a shout of pain. Then he knew too that he had not expired in lust. Every man’s dream: to die and be resurrected in lust, for eternity.

  They bathed together and dried each other with large white bath sheets of soft towelling. He picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed. ‘Don’t move, I want to look at you, remember every inch, every curve of your body.’

  He took his time, and when he had registered her in his mind forever, asked her to open her legs wide. He went on his knees between them and lowered his head to her shaved mound, kissing it and the narrow band of pubic hair. He raised her bottom on pillows for a better view of her and opened her cunt lips and looked at her. He fondled the inner lips and then kissed them. He moved away from her to lie on the bed next to her and take her in his arms.

  ‘Now when you’re away I can think of you, your blonde hair, the wonderful face, how wonderful your cunt is, and how much I like the taste of it.’

  What man had ever spoken to her like that and meant it? What man had ever revelled in her lust and approved of it enough to tell her? What man had ever loved her for the real Anoushka? Maybe Serge. Not since him, and she had been a young girl then, had a man made her feel so wanted. There had been Robert and great sex for many years, but he had never done that, wanted to etch her cunt, her whole being, into his psyche; never once had he declared his love voluntarily once they had married. There had been Hervé and Piers, but they had been nothing like this, what was happening between Hadon and her.

  There was something about Hadon. As hard a man as she sensed he was when she had first met him on the QE2, she had been able to appreciate his forthrightness. His attraction then had been his honesty, that he spoke straight from the heart. She knew from the first where she was with a man. No man, not even and maybe especially Serge, had ever been as straight with her. She looked at Hadon and felt whole and in control of herself, her emotions and her life. Right from the beginning that had been what he had wanted for her.

  It was her turn. She raised herself and gazed deeply into his eyes, etching his
rugged good looks and how he was with her at that moment forever in her mind. They would change places. Her turn to be the sexual aggressor, his to be open and vulnerable to her. She took his body over, tamed it and made it her own. She intended for him to feel every sensation of sexual pleasure she had. To that end she used every resource of her own and what she found in the drawer of the bedside table. And he, as she had done, gave himself over to her in lust.

  Chapter 20

  It was hot in the sun so they breakfasted under a large white umbrella on the terrace. Akito’s serving was impeccable. He was obviously making an effort and had placed a bowl of white tulips on the table.

  Hadon and Anoushka had been talkative until they arrived on the terrace and sat down, then the spectacular view and the sight of Black Orchid lying at anchor on a blue sparkling sea, under a near cloudless sky, commanded all their attention. Being together in this place brought a powerful sense of contentment.

  Hadon liked her silence, the way she looked at him and his haven: with the eyes of a woman in love. He liked the immediacy of their relationship, everything about the way they were together. He cleared his throat.

  ‘This is twice that I’ve given myself to you as I have never done to any other woman.’

  ‘Never?’

  ‘No, Anoushka, never.’

  ‘And so?’

  ‘And so you’re dangerous.’

  ‘How dangerous?’

  ‘You have the ability to enslave me sexually.’

  ‘And you mind that?’

  ‘Not as much as I thought I might, or should. No, in fact I quite like it.’

  ‘Well, that’s a relief.’

  ‘That does not mean, however, that you’re not dangerous to me and my lifestyle. I’m not going to marry you, Anoushka.’

  ‘I don’t remember asking you to.’

  ‘In time you might.’