She was silent for a brief moment, and then drove her hips down on his, plunging him deep inside her.She was silent for a brief moment, and then drove her hips down on his, plunging him deep inside her. He gasped and shuddered at the warm wetness that clutched at him, and moaned in horror when he felt her withdraw and get up from the bed. "That is a taste," he was told as he moaned in frustration. "IF you satisfy me, that is what you can win. If not, you win nothing." "Lady . . . " he gasped, his voice soft and pleading. She turned back to face him, and he saw in her eyes what she saw: his bare body, shining with the light sheen of sweat that had formed on him, long legs stretched out along the bed with his rigid sex between them, arms forced wide, face alive with a mix of fear and arousal. She turned away then, and he watched as she disappeared into another room. After an awful pause during which she was out of his sight, she returned carrying a small silver jar. He only watched as she resumed her position standing over top of him. This time, he could see her sweet vulva more clearly, and he felt himself throb and thirst to be inside her again. "What . . . what is that?" he managed to whisper. She reached down quickly and grasped him hard, squeezing tightly. Julian's head swam. "*What* do you say?" she demanded softly, in a voice of great affec- tion and patience. He could barely think for the roaring of blood in his ears. "What is that . . . Lady?" he choked out. She released him, and he began breathing again, not sure of whether he would want her never to touch him like that again, or do so over and over until he was wrung dry. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked at his inner thigh idly as she told him, and he could barely concentrate on her words. "It is called kamireh." She removed the lid slowly, then resumed stroking his thigh. Not even addressing his body, twitching with every move- ment of her fingers, she explained further. "It is very sweet," she scooped out a small portion on a fingertip and smiled at him a smile he had been waiting to see all his life, "and VERY sticky." Languid- ly, she placed her finger in her own mouth, and sucked at it as he watched, his large eyes riveted to her lips and how they draped around her finger, how her cheeks pulsed as she sucked. |