The Sun Gods Woman Part 12

experimentation she did would probably be okay with the man trembling beneath her.

So she pulled him as far back into her mouth as she could and grasped the rest of his c.o.c.k with her hand.

Setting up a matching rhythm, she began moving on him, gently pulling and pushing on his skin and

holding his b.a.l.l.s with her other hand.

He moaned, but kept his hand in her hair. She knew he was watching her mouth as it rose away from his glistening c.o.c.k and that knowledge heightened her own excitement.

Any thoughts of Ronnil or Enshilla had long gone, because Annie was now completely focused on one

thing and one thing only-making Kyle come.

Within a few moments she could tell that his body was tensing. His b.a.l.l.s were now tight to his body and his c.o.c.k iron hard and quivering on her hot tongue.

She allowed his hand to guide her head into the rhythm that best suited him and felt his knuckles clench as

he neared his peak.

Listening to his breath as he started to pant, hearing the rustle of the bedding as his legs twitched, and

knowing she was causing all these things by simply sucking him was a major turn on for Annie. She hadn'

t known if she would enjoy this part of s.e.x at all, but to her astonishment, it was fun.

Bringing such pleasure to one's lover was reward in itself and knowing he was writhing in pleasure

because of her was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Annie felt her own juices running down her thigh as Kyle's muscles clenched.He gasped and his hand went rigid on the back of her head, holding her firmly in place."Anniieee..." he croaked. "Oh G.o.d, yesss..."His hips jerked up, and his c.o.c.k jumped. Hot salty c.u.m poured from him into Annie's mouth and throat.

Bravely she kept sucking and pulling until he was dry.

His hand fell away, his body slumped, and Annie released his softening c.o.c.k with a little pop.

She felt great.

However, it looked like she'd killed him.

The air in the small room was getting hotter, Ronnil decided.

After a brief discussion, they'd agreed to take turns watching over the couple in the next chamber, but

natural curiosity had won out, and two sets of eyes remained glued to the viewing grill."What on earth is she...oh..." sputtered Ronnil."Well, goodness..." echoed Enshilla.Silence fell, broken only by the sound of loud moans from the bed next door and the harsh breathing of the two people watching."Have you ever..." began Ronnil."I never thought...I mean between women, of course, but men?""Ah yes. Of course. Women." Ronnil felt like he was about to choke. His lungs refused to work as the most luridly erotic visual images chased themselves across his retinas.He sucked in a breath and coughed."Sssshhh...I want to see what she does next," said Enshilla, leaning forward for a better look."You do?" squawked Ronnil. He cleared his throat. "Ahem. I mean, you do?"There was no answer but an indrawn breath as Enshilla watched Annie fondle Kyle's b.a.l.l.s."Oh my. Look at that."Ronnil was looking. He couldn't decide whether this was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced or the worst torture the G.o.ds could devise. Perhaps he'd done something very bad in a previous lifetime

and was being punished.Forget even going near Enshilla at the moment. Instead of nudging the back of her neck, he was afraid hemight be hard enough to poke an eye out.

Consequently, his vantage point was a rather awkward leaning position that caused a painful cramp in his

left calf. This was good, of course, because it diverted his attention away from the rather painful cramp in

his c.o.c.k.

Enshilla seemed to have forgotten he was there, so enthralled was she with the couple sporting in front of her.

A bead of sweat dropped from her temple to her breast and her nipples were rock hard and jutting prominently through her soft robe.

Ronnil casually stood beside her and fought to keep his voice tranquil.

"You are hot, Lady. Why not remove your ceremonial robes now, and I'll pour some wine?"

Absently, Enshilla nodded.

Ronnil hid a grin as he reached for a goblet.

The grin was wiped from his face as he turned back to see Enshilla dropping all her clothes to the floor.

In her garb as Priestess of the Moon G.o.ddess, Enshilla was an attractive woman.

Nude, she was breathtaking.

Straight dark brown hair fell past her waist and swung as she turned to him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were full and glorious, just begging to be held and kneaded and licked, and sucked, and...by the G.o.ds he was going to explode.

His gaze moved lower to her hairless c.u.n.t. Soft pink lips swelled out from her shadows and he caught a

slight sparkle from her dewy moisture, revealing the extent of her own arousal. He was spellbound.

She took the goblet and apparently ignored his dropped jaw. Snapping it shut, Ronnil watched as she resumed her seat, her soft naked back now tantalizingly close.

His fingers fumbled as he reached for the fastenings of his own clothing. The feel of the air next to his

flesh was as tantalizing as the woman whose fragrance was filling his nostrils.

He moved again to the grille and jerked his attention back to his High Priest, who was now moaning as the High Priestess enthusiastically sucked his c.o.c.k.

Ronnil wanted to moan too. He'd never imagined that watching something like this could be so arousing.

Of course he'd attended many s.e.xual rituals within the confines of the Temple, and he'd enjoyed many women in his time. Most of them had been satisfying, and many truly pleasurable.

But being in a little room with Enshilla, and secretly watching two uninhibited lovers, was undoubtedly the

most erotic and s.e.xually charged moment in his entire life.His hand started to shake as he saw Lord Kyall push Annilin's hair out of the way.Good heavens, Lord Kyall was watching.Ronnil bit his lip and strangled a moan. A vision of Enshilla doing that to him flashed through his brain and left millions of dead cells in its wake.

A harsh cry from the next chamber echoed through the grille.

The sweating priest prayed to the Sun G.o.d for the strength to survive this night.

Chapter 10.

She'd killed him.

Kyle knew he had to be dead. No one could come like that, o.r.g.a.s.m for hours, and be sucked into paradise, without dying afterwards.

Of course, he was still breathing, he had an itch underneath one knee, and he could feel Annie's hair as it

lay across his thigh.

Incredibly, his c.o.c.k stirred slightly at the thought.

Annie moved, pulling herself back up onto her knees. She was smiling at him. With rather a superior grin

too."You're not dead after all," she chuckled."It was close." Kyle pulled her roughly into his arms and tucked her head down against his chest. "Let me say, categorically, that whatever books you read or conversations you shared, were absolutely and

perfectly right. That was...that was...well, it was beyond words."

"Wow. That good, huh?"

"Yep."

"Um, Kyle?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Is it my turn now?"