A Lesson of Intensity: Season of Desire Part 2 (Seasons Quartet) Page 5

  There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry to hear that, Winter. I’ll have to give my attention to undoing his clumsy technique and showing you a more polished way of doing things. I hate to see a woman of your calibre being given a second-rate education. I think you should take off your jeans now. I need to see you.’

  Oh boy. I think we’re going to enjoy this game. My education is about to begin.

  I unbutton my jeans and slide them down, stepping out of them so that I’m standing in just my bra and knickers, wishing I wasn’t wearing yesterday’s underwear. But I have a delightful feeling that I won’t be wearing them for much longer.

  ‘You’re very beautiful, Winter,’ he says appreciatively. ‘I always knew you were a fine-looking woman but I didn’t realise what treasures you were hiding from me.’

  I look down at my own body. I’m tall with long legs and my frame is slender with a decent helping of curves in the right places. I’m lucky to have inherited my mother’s figure, rather than my father’s stockiness. The sight of my own semi-nakedness is arousing. I feel a wash of excitement at Miles’s evident approval, almost glad that I can make him happy with my body. I’m certain that he can take me to heights of bliss with his. ‘Thank you, Tutor.’

  He raises his right eyebrow. ‘Your tone is excellent, Winter. You’re evidently learning to be humble.’ Miles stands up and the way he towers over me makes a thrill of excitement course through me. He’s huge, so masculine. I can’t wait to be possessed by him: I’m ravenous for him. He walks around me, inspecting me carefully as though I’m a prize exhibit or a specimen he’s evaluating for quality. I’m buzzing with the anticipation of his touch but he stays at a distance. When he has circled me, he sits down again on the bench.

  ‘Winter – come towards me and turn your back to me.’

  I step forward so that my legs are almost touching his knees and turn around so that I’m facing the opposite wall and the tiny window, glittering black in the firelight. His hands land lightly on my back and swiftly undo my bra. It drops away from my chest and Miles takes it away. My breasts are free now, each pink nipple already hard with my arousal. I try to control my rapid breathing and the way my chest is rising so fast but it’s difficult.

  ‘Turn around and let me see you.’ His voice is low but commanding and I obey, turning slowly to face him. His expression is impassive but as his eyes light on my breasts, I see a flicker of desire there. He examines them without speaking for a few moments and then says, ‘You’re beautiful, Winter. I’m going to enjoy your instruction a very great deal.’

  Miles stands up again. He’s tall and my head comes only to the top of his chest. My lips part at the impact of his nearness and the warm masculine smell of his body. He looks down at me: in the intensity of his blue eyes I can see desire and tenderness, and they are a potent mix, stoking my need for him to an even greater height.

  ‘Winter… I’m going to kiss you. Let me lead you. Do not move your tongue until I say so.’

  I nod.

  Slowly he lowers his face to mine. My heart is juddering now, racing with the thrill his proximity is sending through me. My lips are tingling with the desire to feel his pressed upon them. He draws out the moment as he approaches, looking first deep into my eyes and then at my mouth, as though it’s the thing he wants most in the world. His nose brushes my cheek and I sigh with longing and lick my lips again. His skin, raspy with the stubble that’s grown since yesterday, grazes against mine.

  Please, I beg silently, I can’t stand this. Please kiss me!

  But still he takes his time, pressing his face to mine, inhaling the scent of my skin. Then his hand goes to the back of my head – his hand is so broad that he can easily cup my skull in it – and he tilts my face upwards so that he can, at last, put his mouth on mine.

  The sensation is blissful and I can’t stop my mouth opening at once under his but he pulls away immediately. ‘No. No – closed for now. Let me open you.’

  I obey, closing my mouth so that he can press his beautiful lips on it as he kisses me softly and delicately. My eyes close so that I can concentrate solely on the light, bird’s wing touch of his mouth as he kisses me, not just on my lips but on my face, my cheeks, my chin and even on at the junction of my jaw just below my ear. The kisses are burning hot trails wherever they touch me. I’m trembling with excitement and still he goes on with his soft, entrancing kisses. They’re like nothing I’ve ever known, raising me to a new level of arousal. Then, when I don’t think I can take any more, the kisses change: his mouth becomes more insistent, pressing harder on me, wanting more. He moves his focus to my mouth and lips, and now the tip of his tongues emerges to touch my lips.

  Trying to obey his instructions, I keep my mouth closed, letting his tongue run along my lips. He licks me gently, the hand that’s cupping my skull pulling me closer to him. I’m desperate to open my mouth but I use all my willpower to keep my lips sealed as his tongue begins to probe between them.

  Then he moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, ‘Now you can open your mouth – but keep your tongue still.’

  The whisper reverberates along my nerve ends, sending powerful shivers out all over me. Then his lips are back on mine, his probing tongue pushing between them and at last I can open to him – but I must keep my tongue still, even though I long to respond to his as it enters my mouth. He tastes sweetly delicious, musky and masculine, and he takes his time, exploring me, tasting me back, while I wrestle with the urge to move my own tongue. Then he murmurs into my mouth: ‘You can move now’ and at last I can obey my impulse to meet his tongue with mine. The kiss is dizzying as I lose myself utterly in the delight of his mouth. The hand behind my head keeps me firmly pressed to him, but Miles’s other hand is running over my back, along the curve of my waist and on my hips, smoothing over my skin and making it burn where he touches it.

  I’ve never known a thrill like this: the simple kiss and one hand on my bare skin is sending me wild, maddening me with desire. We kiss on, irresistibly hungry for one another, each moment heightening our passion further. I want to press my whole body against his, but he’s keeping a space between us. I can guess that we won’t be moving this lesson on too fast – not yet, at least – but I don’t care. We could kiss like this for hours, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t think I could ever tire of it, as his insistent mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. It occurs to me that the effect on me is so strong, I could even come like this, brought to a shuddering climax by his kiss alone.

  Miles pulls away from me for a moment, taking his mouth from mine with the consolation of more hot little kisses along my face. I open my eyes. I feel dazed, as though I’ve been in another world. He’s smiling at me, tender and sweet.

  ‘You have to know how to kiss,’ he murmurs. ‘These kisses are to warm your passion and fire you up. Later, we’ll learn many different kisses, ones designed for when you are in the heights of ecstasy. Winter, you are definitely made for kissing.’

  ‘I love it,’ I say, while I think made for kissing you. It wasn’t like this with Jacob.

  ‘Good. You are a very enthusiastic learner so far.’

  ‘What’s my reward?’ I ask huskily.

  His eyes become stern. ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, Winter. You’ve only just begun. There’s a long way to go yet.’

  I draw in a shivery breath of anticipation.

  ‘Rewards will come in time. Get them too easily, and they won’t mean anything. You will need to know the value of them before you receive them.’

  ‘Yes, Tutor. I understand.’

  He looks down at my breasts. ‘These are very beautiful. You’re deliciously made. Made for pleasure.’

  I lift my chin and push my chest forward, so that my breasts almost touch his jumper. I’m desperate for him to caress them. The pink nipples have darkened to a dark rose, each one hard and ready to be toyed with.

  ‘Slowly, slowly…’ he says reprovingly. ‘You want ever
ything at once. You want to rush. I think you’ve never learned to savour your pleasures, and to engage the senses bit by bit so that you heighten your eventual enjoyment.’

  ‘I can’t help it,’ I say longingly. I want to see and feel him, to undress him, run my hands over every bit of him, kiss each inch of his warm skin. I’ve never felt so possessed by lust for a man.

  ‘You must help it. You must control yourself. Those are my terms, remember?’

  I nod.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Yes, Tutor.’

  ‘Good. Don’t be impatient. You’ll get all you want and more.’

  More! I want the more right now! insists a voice in my head but I damp it down.

  Miles drops kisses on my shoulders and then runs a finger across my sternum, trailing along it from right to left. ‘You mustn’t be greedy, Winter. Don’t wolf it down – enjoy the meal.’

  ‘Yes, Tutor.’ My voice is cracked with desire.

  ‘Now. Where were we? Ah yes, kissing.’ He lands his lips on mine again and at once we’re lost in that beautiful place where our mouths are joined together. I can’t help myself – I reach up and put my arms around his neck. Instantly, he pulls away from me, frowning.

  ‘Did I say you could do that?’ he says, his voice stern.

  ‘No, but—’

  ‘No buts. You do as you’re told, and you don’t take the initiative. Those are our terms, remember?’

  ‘All right – I’m sorry…’ I say quickly, wanting to get back to the delicious kissing.

  ‘You don’t sound very sorry, Winter.’

  ‘Of course I am.’ I smile at him, expecting his expression to soften and his eyes to grow tender again but he seems as stern as ever, his lips just a little tight.

  ‘Perhaps you haven’t really understood what I want from you. I think that a small punishment is in order.’

  ‘Punishment? What punishment?’

  ‘I think that you’ll have to wait a little longer before you get what it is that you want.’

  ‘Oh!’ My heart sinks.

  Miles looks at me and purses his lips, then says, ‘If you can’t accept the terms, then our agreement is at an end. I’m the master here, that is the way it has to be.’

  That thought fills me with horror. I couldn’t bear to be deprived now. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say quickly. ‘I understand – I’ve been too impulsive, too forward. I know that the way I’m going to learn is by following your instructions, not by doing things my own way. I promise I’ll obey from now on.’

  Finally, Miles’s expression softens. ‘All right,’ he says. ‘I’m glad to hear that. But I still have to make my point. Sit over there, and wait.’

  I can’t bear it. I don’t want to be parted from him. But I can see that I have to show my acquiescence, demonstrate that I’m going to be obedient, so I go to the bench opposite and sit down. Miles sits down too, leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. There’s nothing else I can do but wait until he decides to open them again.

  I watch him, admiring the lines of his face, his straight nose and the way his mouth looks chiselled, as beautiful as a Grecian statue’s. His thick dark brows with their slightly pointed arches give him that sardonic look.

  He’s so gorgeous. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it when I first met him.

  I paid him hardly any attention, I just let his masterful aura rile me. Now here I am, willing to beg him just to open his eyes and look at me, let alone touch me. The frustration of wanting him, having him so near and yet so distant, is almost too much to bear. And then, after what feels like an age, he opens his eyes and stares straight at me, the blue almost black in the firelight.

  ‘Ready, Winter?’

  ‘Oh, yes, I am. I won’t disobey again.’

  ‘This has been a mild punishment to show you that I’m serious about obedience. You understand that now, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes.’ My voice is freighted with longing for him.

  He stands up. ‘Come here.’

  I stand too and walk the two steps that take me to him.

  ‘Now.’ He looks down at me, raising that right eyebrow just a little. It sends a thrill through me and I feel everything in me begin to warm again. ‘The mouth is used to play the other person’s body, to wake sensation in it. You’ve already discovered a little of the mouth’s ability to tantalise and tease, and then awaken deeper desires. Now I’m going to show you how my mouth will bring you pleasure.’

  I sigh lightly, thinking of what his mouth might be going to do to me. He lifts a hand and brushes it over my upper arms and shoulders, then gently cups my left breast, rubbing a thumb over my pert nipple. His other hand cups my right breast and does the same as he lowers his head to kiss me. Our tongues play lovingly with each other for a while and then he leaves my mouth and trails kisses over my neck and shoulders, nipping lightly at my skin, or sucking and licking with delicate feathery touches of his tongue lips. When he reaches the mound of my breasts, he slows down and approaches my left breast with exquisite tiny kisses that set my nipple tingling with anticipation. I’m desperate for him to take it in his mouth but he makes me wait as he caresses the soft skin and in tiny steps gets closer to the prize.

  I’m panting and needy as he finally reaches the aureole and licks around my hard nipple. When Jacob sucked my breasts, it felt as though it was because it gave him pleasure. I’ve never realised what pleasure my breasts can give me, until now. My nipple seems to have an electrical connection to my deepest, secret parts and it’s sending euphoric messages along the line, stimulating a delightful need. I feel almost faint as he at last takes my whole nipple in his mouth and begins to pull on it lightly, his tongue caressing it and drawing it out to an even harder peak. I gasp softly and watch his dark head bent over my breast as he cups me gently and sucks with increasing pressure. I’m so turned on, I’m shaking all over and my knees are trembling. After slow, delicious minutes, Miles turns his attention to my other breast, and once he has nipped and sucked the other nipple with the same loving ministration, I’m in a frenzy of desire, my sex hot now, burning with wet and almost unbearable need.

  At last he pulls away from my soft mounds and looks at me with a smile. ‘You’re delicious, Winter. I think you’re learning now about the power of the mouth, aren’t you?’

  I nod, not able to speak, just wanting him to use his mouth on me until I melt away into bliss. I can see from the intensity in his eyes that what he’s been doing has stimulated his own lust.

  I wish he’d let me touch him!

  I’m desperate to feel his skin, to taste him, to feel the proof of his arousal. It’s almost cruel to stop me following my desire like this.

  He takes a step back and sits down on the bench again.

  A rush of disappointment swirls through me. What? What’s happening now? Is he going to ignore me? Panic flares in me: I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been obedient. Why am I going to be punished?

  But then he murmurs in that sexy accent, ‘Come closer.’

  I move towards him and stand just before him so that my breasts are tantalisingly close to his mouth again. He kisses each nipple quickly, flicking his tongue over them and pulling his teeth over the sensitive buds so that I draw in sharp breaths as a bolt of pleasure hits my sex. Then, his large hands on my back, he draws my body close to his mouth and begins to anoint my skin with his tongue, taking in the curve of my breasts and moving slowly downwards, not missing any inch, even tenderly following the path of my bruise, taking care not to press upon it. He’s driving me wild, but I stay as still as I can. I long to clasp his head in my hands and pull him to me even tighter but I keep my arms at side, my fists clenched with the effort not to seize him. All the time I’m aware that he’s getting to closer to the core of me, where all the torrents of desire are gushing hard and strong.

  I groan as he reaches my belly button and runs his tongue around it, causing exquisite trembling pangs. He pushes his tongue in, and I sigh at the sensation and
at the sudden idea that his tongue is like a tiny cock and he’s fucking me with it. My bud is swollen and stiff, eager for its share of Mile’s attention. I can myself swelling against the fabric of my knickers, even the light cotton stimulating me where it touches and rubs against me. I can feel my wetness too, it’s an all-too-obvious sign of the effects of what Miles is doing to me.

  Now his mouth is burning a hot trail from my belly button downwards to the edge of my knickers. I can’t stop my breath coming in excited pants as he runs one finger around the scalloped edging and lightly pulls the elastic away from my skin. I know the scent of my arousal must be as unmistakeable as the way my clitoris thrusts eagerly outwards.

  Is he going to make me stand through this? I’m not going to have the strength!

  His powerful arm supports me as I shake, while his other hand gently pulls down my knickers to reveal my sex below. I’ve never been shy but I feel suddenly more exposed than I ever have in my life. He says nothing and doubts race through me: am I beautiful to him? Does he like what he sees?

  He inhales my scent and, as if reading my mind, he says, ‘You’re amazing, Winter. You’re making it hard for me to concentrate on your lesson, do you know that? I’m working very hard here to stay in control.’

  I imagine the hardness in his jeans, that strong shaft I’ve felt but never seen. I want it very badly but any chance of possessing it seems a long way off. I concentrate instead on what Miles’s mouth is about to do. My knickers are at my feet, and he helps me step out of them and then parts my legs very gently with his hand. I’m standing right in front of him, my sex before him. He looks at me and now there’s dark excitement in his eyes. His nostrils are flared and his breath is coming short now. He draws a finger gently over the lips of my sex, touching my swollen bud with a feathery touch that sends a bolt of excitement coursing through me. I stagger slightly and his arm instantly tightens, holding me up.

  ‘I think you might be done standing,’ he murmurs. ‘We’d better change this arrangement.’

  He stands up and takes me in his arms, and I relax into them. We look deep into one another’s eyes and then our mouths meet and we kiss, more passionately than before. I sense that his lust is inflamed now, and that the lesson may take a different turn. As he pulls me to him, my nipples brushing the wool of his jumper with an almost painful sensitivity, I feel that his hardness against my belly. I want him so badly now.