Having placed her as he wished against the white sheet, he sat down on the foot of the bed and gazed at her, thinking that so lovely a picture looked almost unreal.
While he was filling his eyes with the vision of glowing, jetty skin on a background of white silk, the watcher was also being watched. A slave learns very early how to peer up from under down cast lids, apparently seeing only the floor but missing nothing, Lala's only experience with white bodies had been that of her elderly mistress and, more intimately, that of her equally elderly master. This strong, virile and obviously aroused male filled her with desire. She swayed her hips against the sheet and opened her legs further, pulling one leg up slightly.
Robert moved closer and ran his hand lightly up the slender column of her thigh. She sighed, her eyes closing to slits. He continued up over the flat belly and cupped one high, small breast. It was as firm as a melon, and quivered under his touch.
His breath coming quickly, he bent and took the fat nipple between his lips. He could almost encompass her little breast with his mouth, and as he sucked avidly he heard her whimper with delight.
His great shaft rubbed against her belly and the muscles in his buttocks jerked with passion. Breathing fast, he ran his tongue over her whole body, tasting the light sweat of her desire. He probed deep into her mouth, feeling her teeth close lightly on his moving tongue.
Moving down in the bed, he spread her legs and slid his hand over the mound that was clothed in the same tight wool as her head. His fingers felt as if they had been poked into a ripe peach as he stroked and petted her, sliding his hand up and down. She arched high, so that no part of her body touched the bed but head and toes and Robert moved between her legs. Spreading the lips of her sex with his hand, he saw that although the outside lips were as dusky as the rest of her body, the inner lips were lighter, more ruddy, and the entrance to her belly was as red and dripping as the inside of her luscious mouth. He put his tongue deep inside her hole, tasting the clear fluid as it ran into his mouth.
Lala groaned and writhed on the bed, twisting her arched body into convulsions more apt for a snake than a human being.
Robert's passion was pounding up his thighs like a spring flood, fed by the sucking, licking, tasting of his tongue and lips. She did taste like grapes; sweet, honeyed, sun-warmed grapes. He rose up over her, and taking her by the waist, pulled her body onto his turgid cock, fitting it to him like a garment.
Her cunt was tight and slippery, and he drove into her with a will. He had to hold her fast, as her hips worked under him with such abandon that he was afraid he would loose her.
Crying and whimpering like a young beast in pain, the girl succumbed completely to the desire that swept through her. As she felt the great, hard shaft surge into her like a steel rod, she was pulled deeper and deeper down into the whirlpool of her desire. She was very fond of Monsieur Paroux and he had given her body pleasure when she went to him, but she knew that it was now that she was being used as a woman was meant to be used. All her primitive instincts, all her femaleness gathered together into one compelling need to mate; to give and to receive.
As she felt Robert's movements quicken and heard his breathing loud in her ear, her hips stopped circling and thrust backwards and forwards in a rhythm matching his. He knew that she was very near her climax and that there was no need to wait. As he clutched her to him, both their bodies stiffening, he pressed his mouth hard on hers and felt the flood of their combined juices slowly quench the raging fire that had built up in his loins.
Lala curled up tight beside him and Robert held the shaking body while the sobbing breath calmed to the deep, even breathing of sleep. He, however, was unable to join her in the lap of Morpheus.
Most times, when a man is sexually drained, he wants nothing more than to sleep; but there are other times when the rush of seminal fluid seems to clear his brain as well as his testicles. There is a limited range of things a man can occupy himself with in the rented chamber of a strange inn in a foreign country, late at night, so Robert lay thinking, holding Lala to him.
Was it her color, her build or the girl herself which excited him? Probably all three. At any rate, he certainly hadn't been disappointed. She compared admirably to a white woman-to most white women. Marvellous as she was, she didn't burn him out soul, mind, and body the way Belinda did, but then who did? At times she was almost too much.
She had grown into a woman over the past four years, and sexually, their desire for each other had grown in proportion. They were too often apart, but each knew that the other would soon be there, wanting more than ever. They weren't faithful to each other during these separations. Neither expected the other to be. Even when they were both at home, they had their separate affairs. Lindy thought about sex much as a man did. If anything, she was even less prone to moral scruples on the subject than most men.
Robert smiled as he thought of her. The little witch took great delight in regaling him with long, detailed descriptions of exactly what she did, and with whom. She never mentioned bedding down with Sir David Cassen, and Robert had never asked her, but he felt that in that one case, she would have lied to him even if he had asked. It wouldn't have annoyed him. In fact, he, himself, had set up several opportunities for them to be alone. He was proud of her and had told his friend often of her exquisite qualities. She, however, would have no ethics whatever about having any number of sex acts with his friend, but she would have a great many ethics about letting him find out if she thought it would hurt him.
She cared damned little about her reputation, but because she knew the loss of it would affect him, she was usually the soul of discretion.
Only once had she come close to serious trouble.
Through the good offices of Sir David they had attended a ball, graced not only by most of the famed and noble personages of the court, but by the queen herself.
Large tables had been set up in the great dining hall, loaded with the finest and most exotic food and drink. Wine, meat, the finest of French brandies had rendered the gathering gay and lively. Many, including the queen, danced for hours in the huge ballroom, wearing out three relays of musicians.
Sometimes during the evening Robert had lost track of Belinda in the throng. Brandy, perfume and a sea of brilliant gowns had made him a little too dizzy to distinguish one whirling female form from another, and he didn't make too great an effort. He had seen Lindy dancing with a very handsome young lord, and knowing her proclivities, he suspected that they were off in some dark corner arranging an assignation.
An hour or so after Belinda disappeared, it was noticed that Elizabeth was decidedly out of sorts. Her royal temper was only too well known, and the whole gathering was getting nervous. When he heard that Raleigh, who was Elizabeth's great favorite, was also missing, Robert went white. Surely Lindy wouldn't be such a fool?
Fortunately, the missing courtier reappeared, and, gallant that he was, managed to sooth the royal ruffled waters.
Dancing and gaiety resumed, but the moment Robert caught sight of Belinda coming through the door of the ballroom he dashed over to her. She looked at him and smiled so slyly that he looked around him, horrified. Surely anyone else who saw that smug, impish grin would know at once what rare sport had kept Sir Walter from their company for so long.
He had hustled her out of the house with as much haste as he could, and tongue lashed her all the way home. Didn't she know how Elizabeth felt about the young ladies who dared to dally with a man she had marked for herself? Was she really eager to lay her pretty neck on the chopping block? He knew she was scatterheaded, but had she suddenly had some sort of fit that robbed her of even the least vestiges of sanity? What the bloody hell did she think she was doing?
She saved her reply until they were safely settled in her bed-room.
“Uncle, I am sorry. I meant no disrespect. The queen must be at least seven years older than God, and they say she's still virgin, so I hardly thought she'd mind if I stole an hour with her friend.”
The fresh diatribe this speech drew forth was stemmed by her laughter as she threw herself into his arms.
“Oh, Uncle, don't, don't be angry. I know it was stupid and I truly didn't think of the trouble it might cause. I swear to you I'll never take such a foolish risk again. I swear!”
Somewhat mollified by this declaration, Robert allowed himself to be calmed. He had had a damned bad fright, but he never could resist his niece.
Later, after they had cemented their peace in a wild half hour on the bed, she had opened the subject again.
