Kahlil felt him move her as he willed, felt herself shift upon his lap, her head tilted to receive the attentions he bestowed.  Her lips remain parted, soft whimpers and moans sliding from her graceful throat as he treated her like a queen, like a goddess worthy of worship.  Her back arched, breasts thrust forward as he tormented them, and then she was mewling as his fingers crept lower, over belly and onto the satiny warmth of her sex.  Already was her clitoris alert and eager for his fingers, and when he did touch, she shuddered against him.  Her fingers held to him as if to let go was to lose him.<br/><br/>She heard the husky quality of his whisper; the want that called to her own.  Had she not been affected by the aphrodisiac, her face might have reddened at the discovery that he knew she'd been watching him.  As it was, she could only bite her lower lip, anticipating what he would feel like as a hand ventured lower, between them, long fingers delving into his pants to seek out what she knew waited and begged for her touch.<br/><br/>The first contact of the velvety head of his cock had her whimpering once more, and her hand moved quickly to close around it, testing its firmness, its girth, stroking the smooth skin with care and wonder.