Part 3 . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone
Neshe had no idea how long he would have remained atop and within Snama, his pubis crushed to her, his fingers embedded in her dark tresses, but for the phone that jolted them both out of their trance like state.
It was a dud call, but it awoke both of them anew to each other.
Snama was sitting up by the time he was done with his cell, a slightly bemused _expression on her face. His gaze followed hers, down across his own body.
"Wondering why I keep myself shaved?" he asked her.
"Also that your lann is still rampant" she answered, bringing a warm smile to his eyes, by giving his member the vernacular name he had taught her.
He took in her entire body in a sweeping, lingering gaze before saying,
"That's a tribute to Madame."
Her smile was dazzling bright, yet shy.
Neshe stretched languidly, rose to a sitting position, took both her hands in his, kissed both her upturned palms, said
"You're so worthy of such a tribute" adjusting himself he stretched out, laying his head in her lap.
"I've often imagined lying with my head in your lap, like this."
As if with a will of their own, Snama's hands found his face, the fingers of her right hand combing through his hair.
"You look so boyish right now,” she said.
"I am boyish" he replied looking up into her eyes, "even babyish, if you will . . ."
A golden pink bathed Snama's face.
Neshe rolled half onto his back.
"Your scent and mine have mingled beautifully" he said, nuzzling his cheek against her thigh, then parting both with his hands.
Snama braced herself, but he suddenly uncoiled himself up into an upright sitting position, forcing her down on her back.
"Let me look at you ‑‑ part your legs, part them Lattaan khole . . ."
Time seemed to have stood still. Snama felt his gaze on her center as a palpable caress, felt its warmth gradually transform into a searing heat. It took all her self control not to close her thighs, not to squirm, not to roll over, not to take her eyes away from his face.
He was stock still, his eyes riveted in a fixed focus on the entrance to the core of her.
She felt herself melting, liquefying under the intense heat of his gaze. She felt herself very naked, totally exposed, and yet not vulnerable. More, that she was open and knowingly offering, her part of the act . . . his, to penetrate.
Her own exhalation told her that she had been holding her breath for quite some time. And it dawned upon her that it was the softness of his kiss on her yoni that had triggered the sharp outflow of breath.
It was a fleeting, butterfly touch, given more in reverence than in ardor.
"No wonder you women rule."
He broke her reverie, imposed himself in another dimension on her senses.
She just smiled.
When Neshe next bent, it was almost with animal lust, parting wide her petals with both hands, and thrusting his tongue in deep.
Snama gasped. But the next moment he was sprawled half across her, his mouth hovering upon hers.
"Taste us" he said. "Taste us from my mouth."
Snama's mouth fused with his. The tip of her tongue traced between her lips, slipping first only partway between Neshe's, surely tasting sex; and on a second sweep, penetrated fully to meet his tongue.
She allowed her tongue to dance with his, to tempt him, and when she was certain, she withdrew her tongue from his mouth slowly into her own, and his followed.
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