As they walked and she made inane chatter, she couldnt help but feel his touch, his lips, he desire.  She wanted him, she wanted him so badly, but she was scared.  She could feel his hand on her, the way her skin heated under those thick fingers.  How he had felt when she had pressed against him.<br/><br/>She was trembling as they reached the village, her hut in front of her.  When he pulled her round she gasped, looking up at him and smiling.  She was nervous, trembling in his hands.  "Qasim, I" she stuttered, but he spoke first.  She felt her heart beat quicker when he asked her to see him later.  She dropped her gaze, using a moment to compose herself, then she looked back at him.<br/><br/>"I..I would like that a lot Qasim" she said softly, her hand on his cheek, "what time?" she asked him, letting her fingers trail down his front in a teasing manner.