His touch, as always, excited her, and when he brought his face to her mound, Aisha moaned softly, gyrating her hips so that her sex rubbed against his mouth and nose.  Tarkus knew her body so well, and could bring her to her peak within minutes, or have her teetering on the brink for hours, whichever took his fancy.<br/><br/>As his tongue worked her folds expertly, the tell tale tingle of release began to build low in her belly. Normally, it would have taken a little longer to start, but her body was extra sensitive to him today, probably due to the presence of the intruder, and the extra attention she had been lavishing on her Prince to keep him distracted.  Her breathing quickened to a pant, and she reached for him, wanting to bury her hands in his hair and press herself hard against his face.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Tarkus paused in his ministrations and whispered "Welcome", that Aisha was even aware that Layla was still in the bath.  Completely lost in the pleasure of his tongue, she had almost forgotten about the new woman.  The knowledge that she was still here, and involved in some way in their lovemaking, left a sour taste in Aisha's mouth.  Feeling petulant, it took all her self control not to kick out in the hope that her foot would connect with some part of Layla and force her to retreat. And if it hadn't been for the attention that Tarkus continued to pay to her sensitive nub, she might have done just that.  But the growing wave that was radiating from her mound to the rest of her body pushed all thoughts of the new concubine from her mind, and she willing succumbed to it, giving herself over to the pleasure that only her Prince could bring.