Nadira felt it when Py finally gave in to her completely. Inside she was capering with joy. Finally! She had thought he would continue to equivocate and fend her off with more protestations of lack of experience. As he kissed her of his own free will, though, she happily turned off all thought and let her body flow and bloom with the feelings he was astonishingly bringing to life.

Warmth of flesh against flesh, sighing moans lingering like treasured memories, passions rising with each fiery kiss, each exploring touch, each sensuous caress, each movement of the eternal dance. The world disappeared to them both as they lost themselves in each other, bringing to consummation again and again a sweetness and beauty surprising in its strength. Hours passed as they explored the peaks and valleys of their most intimate desires...till dawn's arrival brightened the room gradually to reveal twisted bedsheets, entwined bodies, content faces.

Opening her eyes at the touch of the sun, Nadira looked up at Py's sleeping face. A smile arose when she recalled what the night had brought them to so intensely. A wave of tenderness swept over her and she kissed him softly so as to not awaken him. Her heart full of budding love for this unprepossessing yet most charming man, she snuggled back down against him and held him close. Yes, she thought to herself sleepily, I was right about him after all. He is more than just a tutor.