Wordlessly, he shrugged off his loose silk shirt and trousers and lay down on the bed beside her. His dark eyes burned into hers and she did not resist as he loosened the sash of her robe. He pushed the silky fabric aside to expose her naked body and bent his head to taste her sweet flesh. His hot tongue teased one erect nipple, then the other, then moved down, across her flat belly, past the mound of soft, downy fur, and finally to her most sensitive spot.
Sara moaned as he drank her sweet juices, and when she thought she would explode, he moved back up the length of her body. She felt his pulsing shaft against her thigh, and then it was inside her. She held him tightly and wrapped her legs around his back, filling herself with him. Their bodies moved; against and with each other, ... until ... until they were no longer two separate people. They were one entity, one being, with one heart and soul.
And when it was over, they lay quietly side by side, still clinging to one another, still connected in mind and body. They fell into a deep sleep and dreamt of magical lovers in an enchanted garden, dancing to the song of a golden bird who watched over them from her perch high above their heads.
The spell did not break when Rashid awoke with the dawn, but intensified, and as the sun’s rays crept into the room, he saw the silver apparition of the night transform into his golden Sara, his golden bird, and still inside the soft warmth of her, he felt himself harden once again. She stirred, but did not open her eyes. Her body moved with his, as if she had no control of her own, and he brought her back to that place where they were one.
Her eyes, brilliant with passion, flew open to meet his, and in the light of day she saw it hadn’t been a dream, but had been wonderfully real. She felt love like she never had before, and it was amazing. Their climax lingered on as they labored to catch their breath. Suddenly, Sara felt shy, and she turned away from his intense gaze.
He chuckled softly and caressed her cheek. Then he leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “You are blushing,” he whispered.
Keeping her head averted, she answered, “I know.”
“But how can you be embarrassed now, ... after what has happened.” he asked, truly puzzled, though not enough to stop him from shifting his attention to kissing the back of her neck.