Huh? “I care,” he said.
“Liar,” she retorted.
“Anyhow, I am the one who said we would end our sex deal.” What? Now I am talking myself out of sex?
“And?”
I regained my sanity. “I changed my mind.”
“When was that?”
I cannot believe this. She is naked. I am naked. And we are discussing when we had a particular conversation. Lack of sex must be affecting my brain. “When you sat bouncing on my lap for three days, causing me to have a continuous enthusiasm for you.”
“That was not me bouncing. It was the camel.”
He shrugged. Now we will converse about camels?
“I do not appreciate lying here naked whilst you ogle me.”
I am appreciating it, though. Very much. “If we are not going to tup, I must get my pleasures in small ways. Can I taste?”
“Taste what?” she asked dubiously.
“Your nipples.” But other body parts might appease my appetite, too.
“Absolutely not.”
“Does it wash off?”
“Do you think I would still look like this if it could be washed off? Stop grinning.”
“Mayhap you should let me try washing it off for you. My hands are calloused, and with some soft soap, I might be able to wear off some of the color.” Or stir your ardor.
She actually seemed to consider the suggestion for a second, and he suspected she might be getting aroused. A little bit. “Actually, one of Bahir’s concubines told me that a mixture of olive oil and salt might fade the color.”
“See. Calloused hands with my skin’s oil and saltiness. Perfect.” He released his hold on her arms, which he still held to her sides, and reached for her breasts.
She used the opportunity to duck under him and roll to her stomach, then stand. Her gunna was sliding over her head before he could react. The witch was enjoying the chase, immensely.
In truth, he was, too.
“There is one other way that the color can fade,” she told him with a mischievous grin. “If I lie outside with my bare breasts exposed, the sunlight might leach out the color.”
Oh, the wicked idea you stir in my brain, princess. Wicked, wicked, wicked! “A great idea,” he concluded with as serious an expression as he could muster on his face. “You can ride naked on your horse on the morrow, and then when we stop to rest, I will rub olive oil and salt on them, just to make sure we have covered all remedies.”
“Are you always this lecherous?” She was staring at his cockstand.
“Only around you.” And that was the gods’ truth.
“Blow out the torch so I can go back to sleep. That way you won’t be able to see my ridiculous breasts, and your undangly part can go back to being dangly again.”
“I have news for your princess, my undangliness is going nowhere.” Without your help. He stood to do her bidding and noticed her staring not just at his cockstand, but at his rear end, as well. And she liked what she saw.
Once he lay down beside her again in the pitch black, he said, “See, I can still see your flower buds in my head. I have mind pictures of you wearing the harem girl garment I bought for you with your red flower buds showing through the sheer fabric. Then I have mind pictures of your hennaed nipples growing even bigger and redder with the nipple rings. And then, whoa! I have this most scandalous mind picture of you—”
“Stop! Enough with the mind pictures!” She rolled over on her side, turning away from him. The tip of his dangler was touching the tip of her buttock.
Oh joy!