She tensed only slightly as the softness brushed over her erect nipples. Then, the furry glove was pressed in her hand.
“Now, caress Jacob with it.”
Rory did as requested, reaching for Jacob, stroking whatever part of him she could find. Was that an arm? His leg? His torso? It didn’t matter. She recognized his shoulder, stroked up to his neck, brushed a caress against his chin. She felt his lips press a hot kiss against the inner flesh of her wrist, and she shivered, smiling.
“Now your turn, Jacob,” Mahjani said.
Rory put down the fur mitt, waiting for him to brush her with it. Instead, she heard him gasp lightly, and wondered what was going on.
“It’s an ostrich feather,” Mahjani said. “Do you like it?”
Jacob’s response was a strangled moan. Rory felt immediately like tearing off the blindfold and seeing what was happening. His moans were soft, but intense.
“Now stroke Rory.”
Rory felt the delicious whisper of the feather along her thighs, over her stomach, over her face. She laughed as it tickled her ear.
They continued that way for some time, feeling a multitude of textures, rubbing them along each other: the almost liquid softness of flower petals, the downy texture of raw cotton, and the slow strokes of a sable brush. By the time they were done, Rory felt like every nerve ending was tingling, completely alive.
“Now, you’re going to repeat the process,” Mahjani said. “Only you’re going to be touching each other, and yourselves, with your hands…and with this new awareness.”
Rory reached out, feeling for Jacob. When her palms contacted with his skin, she felt his skin as though she’d never touched him before. His skin was hot, yet smooth: she could feel the flex and play of muscles beneath, like cords of iron beneath satin. She smoothed her hands lower, tracing the planes of his sides, his abdomen…feeling the smooth sprinkling of hair grow thicker, until she reached the springy mass of pubic hair, then the heated smoothness of his penis. She ran her fingertips along his cock, marveling at the amazing texture, so impossibly soft over such a hard organ. His cock head was like velvet, with moisture at the tip.
She felt his hands tracing over hers, almost tentatively. “You’re so soft,” he marveled. “Like…cream.” His hands moved over her face, tracing her blindfold, stroking her cheeks. His fingertip smoothed over her lips. Then his hands moved, skimming over her throat, caressing her collarbone. Gently cupping her breasts, his thumbs tracing the roundness of her areolae. She sighed, arching her back, pressing herself more intently into his hands as her fingertips circled his cock.
“Rory,” he murmured, and she felt his hips move closer to her.
“Not yet.”
Rory moved away, startled. She’d almost forgotten Mahjani was there. The music was still playing, dreamy and drowsy and sexy. The air was scented with beads of jasmine water.
“Time for some sustenance,” Mahjani murmured. She chanted softly, and Rory had the impression of a surge of power. “Here we are—food freshly created.”
Rory felt something press against her lips. She parted them, taking an experimental bite. “Strawberry,” she murmured.
“Mmmm,” Mahjani said. “Simply taste. Feel it entirely.”
Rory felt another piece of food pass her lips. A dolma, some kind of spiced meat wrapped in a grape leaf. The taste was piquant yet hearty. She chewed slowly. She heard Jacob sampling things from Mahjani, as well.
“Now, feed each other.”
Rory reached blindly along the ground, touching the platter. She felt the fuzzy skin of a peach. Reaching farther, her fingers dipped in something frothy. She licked her finger. Sweet, light-as-air whipped cream. She experimented further. Chocolate mousse. Tiny quiches. Savory little dumplings.
Holding a peach slice dipped in the cream, she reached for Jacob, feeling for his mouth. When she found it, she fed it to him, slowly. He sighed with appreciation. Then she felt his fingers, groping for her mouth. She opened it willingly. The tanginess of an orange was enhanced by the richness of a coffee-infused dark chocolate sauce. She moaned softly, licking her lips…and his finger.
Next, she felt him take her hand, then dip it in a liquid. Then she felt as he stroked her hand down his chest. She waited, then leaned forward, smelling the chocolaty sauce. She licked his chest, lapping at him like a cat.
He guided her fingers again, this time leading them to the whipped cream…then stroking her fingers over his cock.
She tasted him with a smile, enjoying the counterpoint of sweet against his spicy masculinity. He groaned softly when she took