Aisha knew Tarkus as well as he knew her, and she sensed that he would soon be on the verge of release.  Her own orgasm was also getting close, but the Prince's needs came first, always.  And in all the time she had been his woman, he had yet to leave her wanting.  Tightening the muscles of her channel, she gripped him harder, which served to increase her own pleasure as well.  She was barely aware of Layla's presence, despite her foot occasionally brushing against the woman at Tarkus' back<br/><br/>"Yes, Lover," she moaned in his ear as he thrust into her repeatedly.  "Fill me with your seed....give it to me....I need it....." Aisha was mumbling almost incoherently.  She always enjoyed making love to her Prince in his royal baths.  The fragrant oil added  to the water made her body so sensitive to his every touch, his every stroke.  Her nipples were hard as stone as they rubbed against his chest, and Aisha roughly twisted each one in turn, heightening the sensations that were coursing through her body.<br/><br/>Almost on the verge of cumming herself, the dark haired beauty held back.  She adored climaxing at the same time as her Prince, and had become quite adept at slowing down her orgasm.  Teetering on the edge of exploding, she waiting for a sign from Tarkus that he, too, was peaking, before she allowed herself to succumb to the needs of her flesh.