But this moment was too precious to be allowed to pass so quickly.
He sank to his knees and reached out to pull her hips to the edge of the bed. She squirmed across the bed to help him.
Just after he grew out of boyhood, when he was very wild and afraid of nothing, Ayesha, the youngest wife of Emir Faruk abu Husain, discovered that he existed, and showed him a way to come to her in abu Husain's harem. He knew he would die writhing on a spike if the emir's slaves caught him, but he was also quite certain that such a thing could never really happen to him.
With a boy's eagerness and excitability, he had spent himself an instant after he joined Ayesha in the darkness on her couch.
"The emir is very old and has many wives," she purred. "Rarely can we slip a beautiful young man like you past the harem guards. So we must learn how to pleasure each other. There are many things that will delight a woman's body besides a man's rumh. Shall I show you?"
He was curious, and at his whispered agreement she pushed his head down between her legs and told him what to do.
"And put your fingers here at the same time. Ah, that feels very good."
He looked at Sophia lying open before him and said again, "How like a flower." He saw dew on this flower, and he bent to taste.