<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shazadi<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The kiss reminded him of a sandstorm on a day hot enough to turn sand to glass. Her mouth attacked his with a frenzy of need, sweeping him up in her passions and buffeting him licks and bites of desire. As their tongues and lips were locked in this dance of pleasure, the hand on the back of her neck slid up into her hair, cupping the back of her head and holding her body tight against him. Her soft breasts were pressed tight to his chest, her diamond hard nipples could be felt through the thin fabric of the towel pressing into his chest. Every breath brought him the scent, the aroma of Shazadi and her desire. He could smell her need and her lust, and it had him moaning passionately into her mouth. His hand between her legs worked at a steady, skillful pace. He wasn't going to spoil it at the end, he wasn't some young buck who thought he had to change his pace or suddenly alter his approach. What he was doing was obviously achieving his goal, so he kept doing it.<br/><br/>When he felt her legs start to spasm around his arm and against his side, he knew it was approaching. He wished he could see her body fluttering in response to his touch, but their kiss had completely enthralled him. So he could not see th way her hips bucked and writhed against his hand, how the muscles in her legs twitched and clenched, but he certainly felt when the walls of her hot sex clamped down around his fingers, and began to compress and massage against them as though they were trying to milk his fingers. As a gush of hot moisture flooded around his fingers, he knew he had achieved his goal, but more than that, the way her hand reached out and clenched his arm, and her scream of pleasure. His cock gave a spasming lurch between them, the eroticism of the moment increasing his own desire, and the fact that her scream, while muffled by his mouth, was still bound to draw attention to what they were doing excited him. He continued his ministrations of her body, until her shuddering stopped, then he slowly stopped his attentions between her thighs, and drew his fingers out of her pussy. He smiled against her lips as she slowly broke their kiss, her teeth capturing and pulling on his lower lip. When she finally released him he drew his head back just far enough to absorb the beauty of her post orgasm body, and the look of sweaty satisfaction that painted her face.<br/><br/>"Mmmm, You truly do make pleasure an art don't you Shazadi." He whispered as he drew her body against his chest, resting her cheek against his shoulder while he tenderly kissed at her neck and shoulder. There were few things as satisfying as giving a woman who lived for pleasure, an orgasm strong enough to make her cry out her pleasure for her goddess to hear. As he held her tenderly, he drew up the hand that had been between her legs and licked some of her sweet essence from his fingers.