"Per- haps I should show you some of them."Per- haps I should show you some of them. This is called," she said, standing on tiptoe to kiss his temples, "The Satin Spiral." Her tongue moved across his forehead to the other temple. Nibbling on his left earlobe, her hands began to caress his body in an ever-downward spiral. They moved slowly, at the same rate as her mouth, stroking his shoulders as she planted light kisses on his eyelids. As her tongue grazed his lips, he reached out with his own, stopping her for a moment. Her hands kneaded the flesh beneath them like a cat's paws. He took a firm grip on her, fully intending to end her teasing, but she broke the kiss and looked up at him, hurt. Reluctantly, he let go, determined to see what other things she had in store for him. She passed his chin and then moved over beside him. Running her tongue along the line of nerves just beneath his ear, she felt him clench his fists and grit his teeth. A faint groan escaped him. She knew he liked it and repeated the motion. "Once more, slave girl, and you won't finish," he warned her. She moved on to nibble delicately at the back of his neck. Working her way down his spine, she came to the lowest left rib. Tracing along that with her tongue, her hands now exploring the hard outline of his hips, she began to lave her way up the left half of his rib cage. She paused for a moment to suck at his nipple. As always, he clutched her hair. "You, Alia, and Elna are the only ones who do that right," he said, enjoying the sensations. She found her way up to the collar-bones. Going down the outside of his left arm, she felt the many scars unfold under her lips. It was ironic that such a strong man scarred so easily, she thought as she noticed one that she herself had left accidentally. His hands, the strong broad hands with their long bony fingers, also fell under her ministrations. She stroked all of the fingers, taking them one by one into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them. |