Manger
Snama ate hungrily that night. She had a voracious appetite for the unknown. She had hunger too for the deeper, the known and the unknown beyond that. Layers.
Neshe had a talent for feeding her, whetting her appetite with tastes of himself. She watched his lips, a mouth he had once said had been described as cruel, and yet all she could think of was kissing the cruelty from his lips with her own soft mouth.
The foods Neshe had ordered for their meal delighted her palate. His charms while they dined delighted her too, revealing themselves more and more.
He seemed to have a penchant for taking innocent commentary and finding in it a sexual metaphor...enough to make her blush and softly laugh over and over again. At times she would parry, with wicked eyes and a quick quip, in an attempt to shock his senses as he had hers.
At other times she could only blush and smile, involuntarily lowering her head and looking down first, then raising her eyelids to connect in knowledge with his sultry dark eyes.
What a pleasure it was to be with him. She likened it in her mind to a dance, he leading with grace, elegance and confident moves, she following smoothly with a confidence all her own.
The confidence, his and hers, somehow conjugated, to produce a trust that Snama had never before experienced.
A trust so implicit, that when, after the play, on their way back home in the limo, Neshe mussed up her saarree and petticoat to have her legs bare, and then parted them wide, moving from the seat to be between them, she did not demur at all.
Her legs, long, slender and silken, were open and welcoming. Neshe ran his hands along them from her calves upward, to the inside of her thighs sending a shiver through her insides. She watched him, watched his face as he touched her.
"Hungry still Neshe?" she asked, baiting him.
"I'm just checking the menu" was his response, serious and yet witty and well humoured.
She knew he had yet to find the note she'd had attached to his mirror. Her petticoat and sarree were pushed up about her hips, hiding the skin and the message she'd had painted on it.
"Would you care to hear the specials?" she teased.
"Certainly" he smiled, enjoying the way she was toying with him.
Snama parted her legs even more and then reached for Neshe's hand. She folded his fingers into a fist, then pulled straight his index finger.
She brought this finger to the arch between her legs, and dragged it along the slit, making his finger tip wet. She then sat up and drew his wet finger along the lips of her mouth, moistening them with sex.
"The special is a taste sensation" she said. She was not smiling.
She locked her eyes on him and dragged her own finger through the wetness of her sex, and then painted his lips with her dew.
"Aaah!" His lips parted and he took her entire finger into his mouth, then holding her hand, drew it slowly back out as he sucked it and squeezed his teeth gently about it.
She moved closer, leaning in and kissing his lips, licking them. He kissed her back with animal response. The passion was as if they had been long starved.
Snama broke away from the kiss as quickly as she had delivered it and pulled her clothes back in order, sitting up straight again.
She was not ready yet for him to find her hips. She wished to hold her gift private until they were home, and they would have the rest of the night in which to uncover, discover and explore.
"That Sir, is one of our specials tonight" she spoke with a straight face.
"There are more?" he asked, staring into her eyes.
Those penetrating eyes of his....stealing away her control.
She braced. "If you look hard enough, yes."
He continued to stare into her eyes, then just smiled.
She reached out and held his warm hand, and the drive home continued. He played his tongue in the center of her palm, teasing her now. When she least expected it, he sunk his teeth into her and it was her turn to cry out. He shocked her senses yet again, and in his own way, let her know that he had his own specials to offer.
"Manger Neshe" Snama spoke in soft French. "Manger moi et je mange tu. Comprendre?"
Neshe: "Je sais. Je comprendre." He understood.
Snama and Neshe both salaciously anticipated: the feast would continue into the wee hours of the morning.
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