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deeply erotic sensations rippling through her…everything.
She had to, because it would never happen again. Ever.
“You’re right, Lugal, you do know me. Better than anyone ever has…or ever will.
There’s a special magic in your hands, in that lush mouth of yours. You know just what
to do to make me—”
He bit her clitoris, hard enough to make her shudder and yet gentle enough to
make her sigh. Samantha thought her senses would escape her as he nipped and
nibbled.
“Ahhhhh…yes…that’s exactly what I mean, Lugal.”
He finger-fucked her tight little hole, twisting and turning. That in combination
with the savage swoop of his tongue, up and down the length of her slit had her
sucking in a sharp breath. Her head fell back against the wet marble while her hands
fisted around his damp locks, urging him on. “Magic, pure, unadulterated genie
magic.”
She bit her lip hard as the torrent of ecstasy tore through her. Her clit was ultra-
sensitive now, so much so that she almost feared it would detonate with just one more
wicked ripple of pleasure.
“Oh, Lugal…Lugal!”
He held her firmly, whispering sweet words of love in Sumerian, as her body
bucked and quaked. No matter what tongue he used, his sentiments came through loud
and clear. Sentiments her heart echoed.
Samantha felt a warm soapy cloth skimming her body. Lugal was washing her as
she recovered from her stunning orgasm. His big, strong hands could be so gentle and
caring, so soft and precise when he wanted them to be.
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He slicked the cloth over her body, digging his fingers into her flesh, kneading here
and there like a tender all-over body massage.
Her leg was in his lap as he smoothed the lavender-scented cloth across her skin.
Lugal kissed her foot, from one toe to the next. “Every part of your body, every tiny
fragment of your being. I love all of it. I worship and adore you, my sweet dod.”
“What does dod mean?”
“Lover…in the truest sense of the word.” He lifted Samantha from the marble seat
and they stood together beneath the warm showers of water. “After we towel dry we
will retire to our bed and share another bottle of champagne. We will say to each other
all the heart-true words that are necessary before I must leave you.”
Yes…time was running out…
It was time to face their destinies…together.
Her heart heavy with acceptance and understanding, Samantha nodded and
sighed. She suspected that Lugal hoped the champagne might help to soothe her
anxiety, to cloud and soften her thinking about his impending departure. But nothing
could accomplish that. She’d be aware, focused and alert until that final tortuous
second.
“Yes…yes, we’ll do that,” she agreed. “I want to spend the last moments we have
together in each other’s arms.”
“To the last second,” Lugal assured her, stepping out of the shower and holding out
his hand for Samantha.
Taking one of the big, thick Turkish towels from the warming rack, Lugal wrapped
it around her, patting and rubbing, tending to the just-dried places with soft kisses.
When he finished, Samantha returned the favor, drying his wet body and hair with
the other warm towel, fully aware it was the last time she’d have the privilege.
They lit all the candles throughout the bedroom and Samantha lit sticks of
sandalwood and patchouli incense, the two fragrances she first connected with Lugal
when he poured forth from the bottle. She breathed in the wafting, aromatic smoke and
sighed. They’d forever be her favorite scents.
Lugal opened the bottle of champagne, the finest, costliest vintage from their wine
cellar. They’d saved the rare selection for just this moment, to savor the superb bubbly
together as they savored the wonderful memories they’d created together. To make
their final repast as perfect as possible, Samantha added a small box of Belgian
chocolates.
Slipping into her deep purple bra, panties and the matching floor-length semi-sheer
robe, she remembered when Lugal had personally selected them at Victoria’s Secret.
She’d never forget the look of longing in his eyes as he lifted the wispy items and noted,
‘The color of a Sumerian sky on a late summer’s night. Your alabaster skin will look like
the moon and stars against these garments. You will wear these for me, Samantha.’
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Her breath caught when Lugal went to the dresser and drew out his genie garb, the
turquoise balloon pants, golden-yellow belt sash and the short black embroidered vest,
embedded with rubies. And there was his mighty saber and its sheath.
Samantha’s heart ached as she watched him set out his clothing, seeing the muscle
twitch in his jaw as he eyed the garments. They were more comfortable that jeans, he
had explained to her, and better suited to the confinement of the bottle.
Once fully dressed, he stood before her. The grim, solemn line of his lips could in
no way be mistaken for a smile. It was a look she hadn’t seen on his handsome features
before. It broke her heart to see it there.
“Come, my love,” Lugal said, extending his hand and attempting a smile. “Let us
toast to our six months of happiness together.”
Samantha slipped her hand into his and they sat in the middle of the bed with its
diaphanous cream-color curtains around them. Samantha loved their bedroom. Just
stepping into it made her think of Lugal. The lushness of the space, with its abundance
of embroidered pillows, satins and touches of gold, brought a sultan’s palace to mind.
Or, rather, a genie’s palace…
Lugal handed her a flute of champagne. “My heart desires to speak to you,” he
said. “I will make a special toast to you.” Taking a deep breath, Samantha nodded.
Looping arms with her, so that they’d drink from their glasses continental style,
Lugal gazed deeply into her eyes.
“O Samantha, my ki-aga, my beloved of the fair-spoken mouth, of the ever kind
lapis eyes, of the vulva so wondrous to behold. Munus, woman, sweet as the date. Your
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deeply erotic sensations rippling through her…everything.
She had to, because it would never happen again. Ever.
“You’re right, Lugal, you do know me. Better than anyone ever has…or ever will.
There’s a special magic in your hands, in that lush mouth of yours. You know just what
to do to make me—”
He bit her clitoris, hard enough to make her shudder and yet gentle enough to
make her sigh. Samantha thought her senses would escape her as he nipped and
nibbled.
“Ahhhhh…yes…that’s exactly what I mean, Lugal.”
He finger-fucked her tight little hole, twisting and turning. That in combination
with the savage swoop of his tongue, up and down the length of her slit had her
sucking in a sharp breath. Her head fell back against the wet marble while her hands
fisted around his damp locks, urging him on. “Magic, pure, unadulterated genie
magic.”
She bit her lip hard as the torrent of ecstasy tore through her. Her clit was ultra-
sensitive now, so much so that she almost feared it would detonate with just one more
wicked ripple of pleasure.
“Oh, Lugal…Lugal!”
He held her firmly, whispering sweet words of love in Sumerian, as her body
bucked and quaked. No matter what tongue he used, his sentiments came through loud
and clear. Sentiments her heart echoed.
Samantha felt a warm soapy cloth skimming her body. Lugal was washing her as
she recovered from her stunning orgasm. His big, strong hands could be so gentle and
caring, so soft and precise when he wanted them to be.
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Daisy Dexter Dobbs
He slicked the cloth over her body, digging his fingers into her flesh, kneading here
and there like a tender all-over body massage.
Her leg was in his lap as he smoothed the lavender-scented cloth across her skin.
Lugal kissed her foot, from one toe to the next. “Every part of your body, every tiny
fragment of your being. I love all of it. I worship and adore you, my sweet dod.”
“What does dod mean?”
“Lover…in the truest sense of the word.” He lifted Samantha from the marble seat
and they stood together beneath the warm showers of water. “After we towel dry we
will retire to our bed and share another bottle of champagne. We will say to each other
all the heart-true words that are necessary before I must leave you.”
Yes…time was running out…
It was time to face their destinies…together.
Her heart heavy with acceptance and understanding, Samantha nodded and
sighed. She suspected that Lugal hoped the champagne might help to soothe her
anxiety, to cloud and soften her thinking about his impending departure. But nothing
could accomplish that. She’d be aware, focused and alert until that final tortuous
second.
“Yes…yes, we’ll do that,” she agreed. “I want to spend the last moments we have
together in each other’s arms.”
“To the last second,” Lugal assured her, stepping out of the shower and holding out
his hand for Samantha.
Taking one of the big, thick Turkish towels from the warming rack, Lugal wrapped
it around her, patting and rubbing, tending to the just-dried places with soft kisses.
When he finished, Samantha returned the favor, drying his wet body and hair with
the other warm towel, fully aware it was the last time she’d have the privilege.
They lit all the candles throughout the bedroom and Samantha lit sticks of
sandalwood and patchouli incense, the two fragrances she first connected with Lugal
when he poured forth from the bottle. She breathed in the wafting, aromatic smoke and
sighed. They’d forever be her favorite scents.
Lugal opened the bottle of champagne, the finest, costliest vintage from their wine
cellar. They’d saved the rare selection for just this moment, to savor the superb bubbly
together as they savored the wonderful memories they’d created together. To make
their final repast as perfect as possible, Samantha added a small box of Belgian
chocolates.
Slipping into her deep purple bra, panties and the matching floor-length semi-sheer
robe, she remembered when Lugal had personally selected them at Victoria’s Secret.
She’d never forget the look of longing in his eyes as he lifted the wispy items and noted,
‘The color of a Sumerian sky on a late summer’s night. Your alabaster skin will look like
the moon and stars against these garments. You will wear these for me, Samantha.’
244
Samantha and Her Genie
Her breath caught when Lugal went to the dresser and drew out his genie garb, the
turquoise balloon pants, golden-yellow belt sash and the short black embroidered vest,
embedded with rubies. And there was his mighty saber and its sheath.
Samantha’s heart ached as she watched him set out his clothing, seeing the muscle
twitch in his jaw as he eyed the garments. They were more comfortable that jeans, he
had explained to her, and better suited to the confinement of the bottle.
Once fully dressed, he stood before her. The grim, solemn line of his lips could in
no way be mistaken for a smile. It was a look she hadn’t seen on his handsome features
before. It broke her heart to see it there.
“Come, my love,” Lugal said, extending his hand and attempting a smile. “Let us
toast to our six months of happiness together.”
Samantha slipped her hand into his and they sat in the middle of the bed with its
diaphanous cream-color curtains around them. Samantha loved their bedroom. Just
stepping into it made her think of Lugal. The lushness of the space, with its abundance
of embroidered pillows, satins and touches of gold, brought a sultan’s palace to mind.
Or, rather, a genie’s palace…
Lugal handed her a flute of champagne. “My heart desires to speak to you,” he
said. “I will make a special toast to you.” Taking a deep breath, Samantha nodded.
Looping arms with her, so that they’d drink from their glasses continental style,
Lugal gazed deeply into her eyes.
“O Samantha, my ki-aga, my beloved of the fair-spoken mouth, of the ever kind
lapis eyes, of the vulva so wondrous to behold. Munus, woman, sweet as the date. Your
precious caress is more savory than honey. Your interior is the place where the sun [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]