She caressed the gleaming head before trailing lightly along the sensitive skin of his scrotum, awakening him with her touch.
Shifting from the languorous tempo of his gentle caresses to a more insistent, stronger contact, he sank his mouth onto her straining breast and suckled greedily, pausing briefly to roll a hardened nipple between tongue and teeth. With a primal growl in response to his amazing mouth, Jane wrapped her ankles around the firm muscles of his ass. She used her legs to pull him into her, guiding the glistening tip of his cock against the tingling skin of her outer labia. Her bare womanly lips parted slightly, and reached for him with a promise of hot refuge. Without hesitation, he drove his powerful rod straight into the depths of her hungry vault, stroking the length of her smoldering channel with smooth, demanding plunges.
He reached his hands to either side and grabbed her ankles, unwrapping them from around his thighs. Carefully, he urged her newly discovered flexibility to a different dimension and brought them high over her head, with orders for her to hold her legs in place. Folded in half, her arms wrapped around her knees as she pressed the hot flesh to her face, Jane allowed him unimpeded access to her glazed slit. With a grunt, he immediately slid further inside… until she felt his cock reach its supreme depth, permitting his abdomen to press heavily against the fully exposed flesh of her aching pussy.
"Breathe," Philip urged again. "Release yourself to me."
The lyrical chanting continued to fill the room, bringing with it memories encircling the soothing sounding of the flowing river, the fluttering shadows and rays of light, the scent of cardamom and cinnamon, and the white heat of Philip's attention. Together, they merged with the powerful, incessant rhythm of his unassailable body, transporting Jane through a whirl of time, space, and sensation.
The flame inside of her roared as he plunged back and forth, with his belly tickling and teasing her pulsating clit until a cascade of pure release descended upon her like a crashing waterfall. Jane's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt her soul turn to vapor, and she clutched him to her chest with a grip that threatened never to be released. He joined her, gasping out his own climax with an explosion of breath that bathed her in the glory of his exertion.
She opened her eyes to witness the expression of pure, transcendent ecstasy on his face, then closed them again as she welcomed his collapse into her open arms.
When they awoke, the shadow of the setting sun had painted the room a deep, crimson-gold.
"Do you know what this color reminds me of?" Philip asked, nestling Jane under his protective arm.
Jane just smiled and nuzzled happily against him, feeling peace at last.
Chapter Eight
"Rise and shine, my darling. A special day awaits us."
Jane grumbled, hiding her head under a pillow. "Is that your daily greeting to me now? I am so sore."
"You will loosen up with more practice," Philip chuckled. "It is time we got some fresh air. Quickly, now."
"Philip? It's raining," Jane lifted her weary head to look at the drops splattering against the window.
"You love the rain. You have been a remarkable student and have learned your lessons well, so I think it's time that you are further rewarded for your work. Let's take a walk."
"In the rain?"
"In the rain."
Jane sat up, wincing at the ache in her protesting body. Three days of lovemaking, tantric breathing, and trying to find positions that were comfortable for her body, had been exhausting in the best way possible. She felt well-used and well-loved.
Philip handed her a simple white dress.
"What is this? It looks like a nightgown for a toddler." Jane wrinkled her forehead in confusion.
"My little girl needs to be able to play in the rain and not be hampered by clothing."
Jane grinned, slipping the dress over her head and turning her back for him to tie the wide ribbon around her waist. She had missed 'Papa' in the recent 'grown up' activities of their bedroom. "My hair, Papa?"
"What about it?"
Jane pouted. "It's a mess and needs brushing."
Philip ruffled the red nest over her face. "It certainly does. Where is your hairbrush?"
"In the bureau, I believe."
Jane missed the hint of mischief in Philip's eyes when he retrieved the wide, boar-bristled brush that she had had since childhood. He balanced it in his hands, admiring the raised, intricate carvings of birds, flowers and nuts on the back.
"Hmm, this particular brush has never been used on your bottom. I wonder why?"
Jane groaned. "Because it would leave a nasty impression from the carvings. I thought you said today was about my needs. I've been so good."
"Yes, therefore, perhaps I will give you a good spanking before we leave to ensure you stay that way."
"Papa, please don't," Jane begged. "Just brush my hair and give my body a little time to recover from being a big girl."
"Over my knee, Jane."
"This is really not fair."
Jane hid her head under a pillow as Philip lifted the dress away from her backside. "You're so white! That won't do."
"Please be kind," Jane pleaded. "Ow! That was not kind at all!"
"I barely touched you. How does this feel?" He whacked her again, catching the undersides of her curves.
"It hurts and I don't care for it. If you must redden me, use your hand."
"My hand? Very well," Philip snickered, tossing the brush on the bed and returning to simmer her bottom with his hard palm.
Jane squealed and squirmed, pounding the mattress with her fists as she vehemently protested her treatment. It was not as though he was striking her with any significant strength; in truth, his spanking was done in play. But her soreness lent itself to sensitivity, and increased even the slightest sensation to discomfort.
Her tears fell and Philip, satisfied with the pink blush of her flesh, pulled the girl into his arms and tackled her to the bed. "You are a big baby sometimes," he scolded lightly.
"You like me being a big baby," Jane spoke back. "There are moments when you seem to like the sound of my cries."
"There are many moments, darling. The only time that your tears disturb me is when they come from here," he touched her chest. "Then they break my heart. Let's go."
Jane recovered quickly from the playful spanking. As she walked along the wet path, she inhaled the scent of fresh rain and moist soil. Lifting her face to the warm droplets that descended from a gold and gray sky, she opened her mouth to taste them. Philip scowled, following behind her with an umbrella.
"Jane, you are positively soaked to the skin."
"I know! Isn't it glorious? Oh, look!" she shouted, pointing out a small waterfall that plummeted down a lush, green cliff and fell into a pool. "That must be what feeds the stream at the house."
"Jane! No!"
She jumped, fully clothed, into the sparkling emerald pool. The water was cool and clean, and the pool deep enough that she could actually swim.
"Join me!" she shouted, splashing him.
Philip shook his head, sitting on a wet boulder with the umbrella held over his head.
Jane stood, the outline of her body clearly visible through the wet material, and placed her hands on her hips. "You are being a total bore. You won't melt. Your clothes are already wet and you aren't wearing shoes. Please?"
"I just want to watch you, Janie."
"You used to swim in ponds with me. It would make me sooo happy. The Kama Sutra says—"
"I know quite well what it says. I have spoiled you, Little Miss," Philip said. He sighed and placed the umbrella on the ground before walking to the pond's edge and carefully stepping onto the sandy bottom.
Jane laughed joyously as he swam into the center of the pool and gathered her in his arms. His billowing white shirt stuck to his wet body like a second skin, accentuating his hard, shapely muscles, and she sighed with delight at his magnificent beauty. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her l
egs around his waist, and kissed his nose.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"You're welcome," Philip answered, holding her bottom with both hands. Easily, his fingers discovered her naked slit and slipped inside.
"No more being Papa right now?" Jane giggled, unbuttoning his wet shirt.
"No more being papa right now," he repeated, pulling her dress off her body. He lifted her out of the water and wrapped his lips around her right nipple. Jane followed suit, her legs slipping around his waist, and rubbed her groin against his stomach in time with the movement of his lips.
"Say something special to me in Hindi," she requested, flinging her head back.
Philip lifted her higher and let his lips graze down from between her breasts to her navel, taking time to tickle it with his tongue. He bit her side and looked up at her. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he said, "I wish to drink of your sacred fountain."
Jane laughed so hard that she began to chortle. "Oh, dear," she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stop the unladylike sounds she was making. "That was certainly very special."
Philip laughed with her, holding her to his body as he exited the pond. He placed her on a mossy grove under a cluster of trees. The warm rain continued to fall lightly upon them as their laughter dissolved into kisses, and they became lost in one another's embrace.
"Flower in bloom," Philip whispered in Hindi, sitting with his knees open and the flats of his feet together, and reaching out to caress Jane's breasts.
She responded to the phrase by settling in the hollow of his lap and drawing both of her knees up to nestle in the curves of her breasts. His stiff rod slipped inside her body, ever so slowly, as he tucked her legs under his arms. He reached around to cup her bottom with both palms and spread her wide to receive him fully. Her knees drifted apart as she leaned into him to touch his forehead, making eye contact as he pumped her up and down on his steely shaft.
They slipped their arms into a full embrace, their bodies tensing as pleasure began to overtake them; every sense touched and magnified. The rain cooled slightly, growing heavier and covering the couple with a sheet of sweet, tantalizing refreshment. Thin streams of water drizzled over the entirety of their bodies and between their legs. The drops gathered over the crests of their lips and moistened their kisses, while the sound of the droplets striking the leaves over their heads and the singing of the waterfall was a symphony of music more beautiful than any orchestra could provide.
Jane inhaled the freshness of the air and arched backwards until her head touched the ground as Philip vigorously moved her hips back and forth upon his cock. She opened her eyes to the weeping sky, and lifted her call of joy to the air.
***
"Did you have a nice day?" Philip asked, spooning ice-cream into Jane's mouth that evening as they cuddled together on silken pillows before a tiny fountain.
"It was wonderful. I feel a bit waterlogged, though." Jane laughed. "I could really use an evening to dry out," she hinted, glancing at her groin.
Philip laughed and kissed her palm. "I could use with a rest, myself."
"Sir?" the servant interrupted. "A letter from the Raja."
Philip thanked him and opened the envelope, pinching Jane's nose playfully every time she tried to read over his shoulder.
"What does he say?"
"Well, to begin with, Lynette is not going to be permitted to see us anytime soon."
"What did she do wrong this time?" Jane groaned.
"It seems that she is going to have a baby." Philip grinned.
"A baby! How wonderful! What else?"
"He said that there is a surprise for you in the meditation garden, but you cannot see it until the morning."
"A surprise? For me?"
"Yes. There is also one for me in our room. Apparently, the servants have been installing it while we dined this evening."
Jane plopped her forehead on his shoulder. "Oh, no. That means no drying out."
"And no rest."
"What if we just sleep outside under the tent tonight and not go to our room? It's warm enough, and the rain will sound lovely under the canopy."
"Or we could go upstairs, see the surprise, play a while, and then sleep outside."
"Are you serious, Philip?"
"Most certainly."
Jane looked at him wearily. "Don't you ever get tired?"
"No, madam. When it comes to your body, my hunger cannot be sated. Let's go!"
They walked around the item that hung from the ceiling. "What is it?" Jane asked.
"It's a variation of the hammocks used on ships. Hmm," Philip said, spreading the soft ropes. "Sit here."
Jane lifted the skirt of her frock and squirreled into the center of the sling. She fell backwards, clinging to the ropes. "Eek! I'm stuck," she complained, trying to push her frock down over her split drawers.
"Oh, I do like this!" Philip exclaimed, placing her upraised feet through the netted openings above her head. He urged the larger opening underneath her around her bottom, forcing her cotton-covered buttocks to extend down. "Lean back and relax," he instructed, cupping her backside with both hands. "Look at how well this spreads you for me!"
"I really can't move, Philip. It feels as though I am restrained."
"Does it hurt or frighten you?"
"Not at all." Jane shook her head. "It happens to be very comfortable. I am just unaccustomed to not being allowed to participate."
"Perhaps this device is meant to keep you captive. It allows me to enter you from many different angles. Yes? Enter." Philip turned to the servant at the door.
The man bowed. "It was requested that I show you the adjustments Raja Rama had made to the swing. I require the missus to remain where she is."
"She won't move. What are you going to show me?"
"Philip!" Jane reddened, struggling to bring her legs down and hide her peeking private areas from the eyes of the man.
"Women," Philip sighed, placing a blanket between her legs. "This is for your enjoyment as much as mine. Please, proceed."
The servant pulled a trapeze-like bar from behind Jane's head and handed it to Philip. Then a narrow, wave-shaped couch was slid underneath the sling, and Philip was instructed to lie on his back. It supported his neck comfortably, and he used the bar to adjust Jane until her dangling bottom was right in front of his face.
"This is to enjoy her garden with love kisses," the servant said. He handed a pair of smaller bars to Philip, and pushed Jane's suspended body to hang over the prone man's pelvis. When Philip spread his arms apart, holding the bars, Jane was lowered until her cloth-covered backside rested gently upon his trouser-covered manhood. He followed the instructions of the servant and pulled his elbows together, then stretched the bars to his thighs.
"This is amazing," Philip exclaimed, as he discovered he was now able to pump Jane up and down using the ropes.
"The Raja said that you and the missus have not had the time to gain the flexibility needed for many enjoyable positions in the Kama Sutra, so he designed this sling to help you. He also said to give you this."
"I am pleased," Philip accepted the item and removed his shirt. "If you will excuse me, I have a wife to pleasure."
He was true to his word. Jane's soreness disappeared as he leaned back on the lounger with her naked body spread over his mouth. She clung to the ropes, forced to focus solely on the flicking of his tongue over her love button and the gentle nips upon her soft outer lips.
"This is a gift from Uncle Rama. A gold chain." Philip stood, looped the chain around her neck and then laid it softly between her breasts and down the center of her stomach and hips. He hooked the end to her blessing ring and kissed it before blowing warm air over her moist flesh. "It will lift the hood if you pull your head back. Try it."
"Oh, Dear God," Jane whispered, her eyes rolling back into her head as the chain lifted the small hood of tissue from her clit before Philip's mouth came to rest upon it. "Oh. Dear. GOD!"
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His hands covered her body as he bathed her from a basin filled with rainwater and warmed over an open stove under the outside canopy. The netting surrounding the bed billowed in the gentle breeze, its edges held secure by silken ties.
Jane sat between Philip's legs and leaned back against his chest with her head resting on his shoulder. He paid close attention to every quivering inch of her body, stroking her flesh with the warm cloth scented in fragrant oils, and then dried her with soft towels and kisses of his lips. Sweet juice was brought to her mouth, with a whispered encouragement to drink. Jane did so, still barely able to taste the richness of the fruit bathing her tongue. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare with the result of their lovemaking, not even the ambrosia that tantalized her taste buds.
"What are you thinking, my Little Lady?"
"How much our lives have changed in such a short time. All because of that book."
"What book?"
"The Kama Sutra." Jane lifted her face to look at him. "It changed our lives. From the day the Hindi midwife placed the Blessing Ring upon my body, the path of that book was set in motion."
"I don't understand," Philip said, helping her to sit up.
"Don't you see? India has been calling me to come home, to the place of my birth, from the moment I met you. She has influenced every aspect of our lives in subtle ways, the most of which left us discontented with England. She drew you here first, to prepare a place for me in both your home, and your heart. India taught you how to receive me as your intended, and then how to welcome me into your arms. Because of India, I have no shame or fear of who I am, or who I belong to."
"You are mine," Philip murmured, kissing her eyelids. "You have always been mine."
"It took this place to show me that your words were true. Just as my being a little girl to you has softened your heart, my being a grown woman and a courtesan to you has softened mine. I judged you unfairly so many times. Please forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive. We were ignorant children prior to coming here, nothing more. I love you."
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