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Ch 9
The dungeon was dark, lit only by the muted glow of the fireplace; the fire had died down to red embers. The smell of incense touched his nostrils. He walked down to the living room, his heart beating hard with a faint hope. Maybe she had finally done it.
She sat in the lotus position, in front of a lit brazier, tendrils of aromatic smoke twirling in front of her, oblivious to his arrival. He stared at her, unwilling to break her trance. He watched her for a long time, trying to etch her features, her body into his memory.
She opened her eyes.
As soon as she saw him she struggled to get on her knees, a bit stiffly after sitting for so long in lotus. He bent over her and kissed her lips. He opened a bottle of wine and sat beside her. She remained kneeling. They drank the wine. They did not speak for a long time, there was no need. All that needed to be said had been said, nothing could change the future that loomed in front of them, less than two days away. Only the here and now mattered.
Her hand moved from her thighs, creeping towards him on the carpet. He covered her hand with his and squeezed. She smiled.
“Let me please you.”
She leaned over, prostrate on the carpet and reached into his pants. He was erect already. Lila looked up at him, her love spilling from her eyes, and smiled. He shrugged off his pants and sat down again only now his dick stood at attention from his groin. She crept up on him and took the head into her mouth. With her lips she peeled the foreskin back; with her tongue she explored every crevice, every vein, every ripple. His sighs of pleasure rewarded her efforts. His fingers sought her hair, soft, silky, smooth; he saw her lips, wrapped around his shaft, languidly bobbing up and down along his length. Her fine hand around his base, her other arm wrapped around his waist, her hand holding his buttock. Every so often, at the top of her movement, her eyes strayed up to his face, as if watching the effect of her ministrations on her beloved. At this moment, he could see her breasts, lifting slightly from the carpet, her nipples brushing the pile, erect too.
He did not want to miss a single moment, yet his eyes would close, his world centered in her mouth. He wanted to prolong the moment but knew that it would not last; he would not last. She dived in again, taking him deep.
She took him deep, she felt him at the entrance to her throat, her nostrils filled with the musky aroma of his pubes, his smell setting her on fire. She pulled back again, until only the head remained confined in her mouth, retained by the muscular O of her lips. She felt his hands on her hair but he did not guide her. He just touched her head.
She bobbed faster, sucking on his cock as if her life depended on it. Her hand held his balls, caressing them, attentive to the moment when, his own release imminent, they would retract, closer to his belly. She sensed his restlessness and knew the moment was near. She moved faster, trying to bring him off. He tried to restrain her, but she held on to his buttocks and dived deeper. She would have him, tonight, she would please him tonight.
He could no longer hold back. His hips moved in time with her head, his seed erupted deep into her mouth; he could feel her tongue sucking him dry as she swallowed. She did not release him until she drank the last drop of his essence. Then she sat back on her heels and licked her lips, a mischievous smile on her face.
Manu watched Lila, kneeling in front of him, still smiling, her body erect, her thighs open, her breathing even. If he were a sculptor, he would sculpt her as she was, now, and call her statue Irene, the goddess of peace.
He had to say it:
“I love you Lila.”
Her eyes came down, her smile slowly faded, “I know. I love you too.”
He led her to the bed. She sucked him again and then led him inside her.
“Enjoy me.”
He did. His hands explored every nook and cranny of her body. He tasted her skin, all over. His lips kissed her neck, her breasts, her back, her belly. He licked her from the nape of her neck to the soles of her feet enjoying the salty taste of her smooth skin, noticing the subtle nuances in flavor, how it changed from salty on her back to musky on the pit of her arms, to cheesy on her feet.
And she responded. Her juices flowed like never before. She wanted him more than anything. Even if she would not reach her climax, Lila could not care less. She wanted him to take her, as much of her as he wanted and then some. He took her first from the front, then doggy stile.
“You don’t like anal?” she asked after the second time.
“Do you?”
“No. I always hated it. My master didn’t use me that way, but his friends or clients that he loaned me to usually did.”
She paused for a while, “They were never gentle. It always hurt like hell. If my master had used my ass, I am sure he would be careful and I might enjoy it, or at least not mind, but that’s not the way it was.”
“No” he answered, “I won’t use you that way.”
“You don’t like it then?”
“I like it, of course,” he finally answered. “I don’t want to hurt you, is all.”
“It’s OK, if you want me that way.”
“No,” His tone was adamant, “I am not going to hurt you any more than I have to. Don’t argue with me. That’s final.”
She melted into his arms kissing him tenderly. They fell asleep, naked, in each other’s arms. They did not see the sheik who came in, silently, through the unlocked door.
The sun rose, as it must, on her last day of comfort. Lila started making coffee in the nude. Manu, naked too approached her from behind and embraced her, his hands finding her breasts, his lips her neck.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, her eyes closed.
While waiting for the coffee she knelt in front of him laughing and took his semi erect cock into her mouth. After he had squirted into her, she saw his eyes, looking into hers, wondering. He did not ask, did not dare. She answered anyway.
“I learned it from my Grandpa. If you are faced with an impossible task, break it into pieces.”
He did not seem to get it.
“I don’t think beyond tonight,” she explained. “Or try to.”
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