<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/>As her head tilted back, exposing the smooth length of her neck, his lips descended upon it like a voracious beast. As her hips tilted and squirmed in his lap he moaned into her flesh, the pressure of her smooth flesh pressed against his manhood sending sparks of pleasure along his spine. Add that to the feel of her hand slipping under the towel to grip his ass, and he was feeling quite inspired. His lips and tongue feasted upon the salty flesh of her neck, lapping up fresh beads of sweat and feeling the pulse in her throat under his attentions.<br/><br/>"I never got my drink, you said you'd share. And my hands...are quite busy, unless you want me to stop." He whispered as he lifted his lips to her ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe of her ear, his breath hot on her cheek as his lips descended to claim hers, tasting the sweet refreshment of the juice still lingering upon her tongue. He worked his fingers inside her, his thumb starting to stroke her swollen bud with a regular rhythm, his fingers thrusting and curling inside of her, adding a third as he moved his thrust, working in tandem with the thrusts of her own hips. He loved the empowering knowledge of seeing the pleasure he was bringing her, of pleasuring this goddess of a woman in front of a room full of other people, and he really couldn't care less.<br/><br/>He pulled back from the kiss, relishing the feel of this woman who had wrapped herself around him, her hips thrusting wantonly, her hand gripping his ass in appreciation of his body, his eyes locked onto hers, watching the pleasure he gave her building up, and up.<br/><br/>"I've never been to these baths Shazadi, you'll have to tell me...when we've had.... enough." He whispered to her, each word punctuated by a curling of his fingers inside of her, relishing the feel of masculine power that came with pleasuring a woman this beautiful.