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of his tantalizing fondling. As she leaned against him, moving her body to ignite his carnality still more, he stroked her arms, sliding the silk from her shoulders. "Slowly, my dove. There is no need to hurry."
She surged her flesh the length of his body. "Do not wait." She took his ruby-studded silver necklace and lifted it over his head, dropping it onto the table beside the scroll.
"There is time," he said, more gently still, and bent his head to kiss her shoulders, the declivity at the base of her throat, the swell of her breasts. "Enjoy all that you can."
"But you—" She broke off. As was true of most women of her caste and station, she had been instructed since childhood in the art of pleasing a man; she was still surprised that Sanat Ji Mani put her pleasure before his own, and showed little respect for the teachings of the scriptures.
"I will be better satisfied if you are more completely fulfilled," he said before he touched her nipple with his tongue; she hissed in breath in intense pleasure. "There is so much more you can know of your exultation; let yourself achieve it. You will give me the greatest gift if you will do this."
She shivered as he continued his ministrations, her eyes half-closed so that she might feel his every contact with her body; it was as if she were being riven with light, as if her whole being was burning as the hands of holy men were said to burn. From her head to her thighs, she quivered with growing frenzy as Sanat Ji Mani evoked responses from every part of her; she wondered if this wonderful frenzy could melt her bones, for they seemed to be softened within her. As much as she had been pleasured by him before, it had been nothing so splendidly consuming as this. She had not suspected there was somuch rapture in her. When his lips touched the cleft at the top of her thighs, her trembling became a shudder, and she felt a little spasm shake her. She caught her hand in his hair. "That was—"
"There is more," he said, and continued his exploration, using his hands to summon greater sensation from her body than she had ever known.
"Ah." There was something gathering within her, centered at where his mouth and hand were most tantalizing. She could feel a delicious tightening in her loins. "Ah." It was almost impossible to breathe, for she might send herself over the brink; she swayed as if she were about to fall, and felt his arm come up to support her even as he rose and his other hand performed some unimaginable magic between her legs. "Ah. Ah. Ah." The cries were soft, but they came from the very root of her being. For a long, dizzying moment, she was caught up in the enormity of the release that went through her in deep pulsations, like a superb instrument played flawlessly. Then, as she came back to herself, she felt Sanat Ji Mani's lips on her neck, and she smiled. It was difficult to speak, but she knew she had to tell him. "There was more."
He kissed her again, his lips soft on hers, completing their joining as he had begun it. "You have been most kind, Avasa Dani."
She sank down onto the cushions, a marvelous lassitude coming over her. She was vaguely aware that she should dress herself again, but she could not bring herself to close her body away from all that had just transpired. "Will anyone come?"
"Rojire is the only one, and he will not until I call him." Sanat Ji Mani put his silver necklace back on, adjusting it to hang properly, then stretched out beside her.
"How did you know?" she asked, looking over at him. "I did not know."
"I have lain with you before, and I have learned much from you," he said, stroking her shoulder and arm.
She thought about his answer and decided she would have to be content with it for now. With a sigh she rolled onto her side. "I had better dress."
"Not on my account," he said, and took her hand in his so that he could kiss each of her
She surged her flesh the length of his body. "Do not wait." She took his ruby-studded silver necklace and lifted it over his head, dropping it onto the table beside the scroll.
"There is time," he said, more gently still, and bent his head to kiss her shoulders, the declivity at the base of her throat, the swell of her breasts. "Enjoy all that you can."
"But you—" She broke off. As was true of most women of her caste and station, she had been instructed since childhood in the art of pleasing a man; she was still surprised that Sanat Ji Mani put her pleasure before his own, and showed little respect for the teachings of the scriptures.
"I will be better satisfied if you are more completely fulfilled," he said before he touched her nipple with his tongue; she hissed in breath in intense pleasure. "There is so much more you can know of your exultation; let yourself achieve it. You will give me the greatest gift if you will do this."
She shivered as he continued his ministrations, her eyes half-closed so that she might feel his every contact with her body; it was as if she were being riven with light, as if her whole being was burning as the hands of holy men were said to burn. From her head to her thighs, she quivered with growing frenzy as Sanat Ji Mani evoked responses from every part of her; she wondered if this wonderful frenzy could melt her bones, for they seemed to be softened within her. As much as she had been pleasured by him before, it had been nothing so splendidly consuming as this. She had not suspected there was somuch rapture in her. When his lips touched the cleft at the top of her thighs, her trembling became a shudder, and she felt a little spasm shake her. She caught her hand in his hair. "That was—"
"There is more," he said, and continued his exploration, using his hands to summon greater sensation from her body than she had ever known.
"Ah." There was something gathering within her, centered at where his mouth and hand were most tantalizing. She could feel a delicious tightening in her loins. "Ah." It was almost impossible to breathe, for she might send herself over the brink; she swayed as if she were about to fall, and felt his arm come up to support her even as he rose and his other hand performed some unimaginable magic between her legs. "Ah. Ah. Ah." The cries were soft, but they came from the very root of her being. For a long, dizzying moment, she was caught up in the enormity of the release that went through her in deep pulsations, like a superb instrument played flawlessly. Then, as she came back to herself, she felt Sanat Ji Mani's lips on her neck, and she smiled. It was difficult to speak, but she knew she had to tell him. "There was more."
He kissed her again, his lips soft on hers, completing their joining as he had begun it. "You have been most kind, Avasa Dani."
She sank down onto the cushions, a marvelous lassitude coming over her. She was vaguely aware that she should dress herself again, but she could not bring herself to close her body away from all that had just transpired. "Will anyone come?"
"Rojire is the only one, and he will not until I call him." Sanat Ji Mani put his silver necklace back on, adjusting it to hang properly, then stretched out beside her.
"How did you know?" she asked, looking over at him. "I did not know."
"I have lain with you before, and I have learned much from you," he said, stroking her shoulder and arm.
She thought about his answer and decided she would have to be content with it for now. With a sigh she rolled onto her side. "I had better dress."
"Not on my account," he said, and took her hand in his so that he could kiss each of her
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