Finally, Aisha's efforts seem to pay off.  Tarkus turned his attention to her fully, kissing her neck and running his hand sensually up her thigh.  She rolled her hips towards him, making the journey to her folds that much shorter, desperate to feel any part of him caressing her from within.  Chuckling softly at his words, she wrapped both her arms around his neck and pressed her soft breasts into him.<br/><br/>"You have no idea, my love," she whispered back before capturing his lips with her own, pouring every ounce of feeling she had for her Prince into one soul touching kiss.<br/><br/>Completely oblivious to what Layla might be doing, Aisha positioned herself on Tarkus's lap.  From here, he could take her in any way he pleased.  Wrapping her legs loosely around his hips, she lay backwards, floating on the surface of the water, her hard nipples sitting atop her young, firm breasts, just begging to be suckled on.  She closed her eyes and allowed her hands to glide slowly over her taut stomach, making their way downwards, towards her sex.  Spreading her lips wide, Aisha moaned as the ebb and flow of the water caressed her hard nub.<br/><br/>Just being near her Prince was enough to have her squirming with desire, but today her need was even greater.  She was desperate to have him take her, over and over again, to lay her claim to him in front of the new concubine. He was hers first, and she didn't intend to give him up easily.