Chapter 7 Give Me More Please}Ep7

• She paused then, forgetting her dripping self and looked up at him. His eyes were already roaming over her sprawled form, and his amused expression was replaced with another more fiery one. Apparently they weren't done. Hesitantly she got up on her knees, and shimmied the sticky wet cloth up her hips and over her head. She crossed her breasts with one arm in a vain attempt at modesty and held the damp mass in her other hand, unsure now of what to do with it. He solved that dilemma by taking it and tossing it in a heap on the stone floor. She wrapped both her arms around herself and shivered feeling the cool air and his eyes on her now bare skin.
• He loomed over her, glistening. The flickering torchlight turned his damp skin silver and gave his horns a metallic sheen. He looked like a temple statue to posidon or an idol of a river god.
• The statue shifted and knelt, the gold and silver returning to brown and grey, and he was suddenly very near, and very real. His body was close to hers, no more than a hands span away. And though he didn't touch her she could feel the nearness of him crawling across her skin making her hairs stand on end. She waited an eternity with ever quickening breath and stiff limbs for him to act. Finally, and with all the urgency of a melting candle, he moved, taking her by the shoulders and turning her, forcing her stomach first onto the rugs. She complied stiffly and lay her palms to the ground near her face, turning her head in frigid apprehension. She had a general idea of what was to happen next, but she wasn't that close to her married sisters to have a more detailed understanding. She supposed he intended to enter her...somehow, with that oversized staff of his. The thought made her squeeze her thighs together involuntarily.