The man was all too happy to oblige, with a sweep of his thumb across her entrance and mouth making sweet worship of her petals, tongue diving deep he bought his Princess to her peak. Sastra cried out, arched beneath him as pleasure rose through her body in waves. Her body contracted as he withdrew, as she lost coordination of her limbs. Sweat drenched her brow despite the fierce storm beyond. It was as though stars danced above her on the ceiling of the tavern room. Beyond the constand patter of rain, all she could hear was her own laboured breathing as she finally returned to herself, having been lost in the heavens. Delayed gratification was so much sweeter, she thought wickedly and cast her arm over her eyes. Blocking out the world as another sweet wave of pleasure eased through her bo
