"Please," he whis- pered."Please," he whis- pered. She stood still for long agonizing seconds, moving only as the bed swayed under her from Julian's twisting and arching. Then, she squatted slowly over him, again not taking him in despite his de- sire, and picked up the silver jar again. This time, however, he shook his head in fear. "Please, no," he begged her. "No more, Lady. I don't want that." His soft voice caught. "I . . . want you . . . " She was silent and removed the cap, and then her gloves. Taking a little kamireh out of the jar, she placed it caressingly on the head of his sex, and with languid strokes, covered the shaft. He watched as she did this, thrilling to each touch of her hands, gasping as his body reacted to them, heightened by the kamireh already. "This," he was told, "will intensify the experience. For both of us." She re- placed the lid of the silver jar, and grasped him firmly, hard enough to make his eyes squeeze shut. He gritted his teeth, awaiting what- ever would come next. When nothing happened, he looked down and saw only her face looking straight at him. Then, with great delibera- tion, she placed her sex directly over his and guided him into her. He only stared and swallowed, not sure of whether or not she would allow him to remain inside of her. Her face gave him no clues; it was expressionless, looking into his eyes, or rather through them. "Your eyes are," she bent down until she was on top of him, her face even with his, "most remarkable. They are . . . like liquid . . . " Then, she devoured his mouth, unable to control herself. She was whispering now, as she took his face in her hands. "You will keep your eyes on mine at all times." She paused and put her lips over his without kissing him, all the while maintaining eye contact. "Even when you come." Her voice was soft and delicious as she began to squeeze at him and undulate herself against him. He shuddered and closed his eyes, and she stopped. Nearly sobbing, he looked at her, his face a question between her hands. |