Lion Head Mesa [m][sc] Nun

After, he would ask for her again, rekindling their just fed flames with exploring provocations. His breath came faster until he was panting and stealing his wife’s own singed moans from her lips. Long ago he’d mastered this want, only now to carve a new name for it.

When they were undone once more Rashepses brought his wife into his arms and kissed her mouth deeply. “Gods, you’re beautiful. Nofer harneb (most beautiful of all). Merere tu (I love you), my Toula.”

He began grooming then, christening every landmark with a gentle brush of tongue, beginning with the silken skin of her wrists. She looked so bright in his arms, an ivory lotus against the crimson of her throne.

“Tell me of your desires,” he whispered between strokes of tongue, “the ones you are too shy to voice aloud.”

“Have no shame with me," his sunlit eyes are heady as he nuzzles the lobe of her ear.