The Knight refused to give in to her demands, at least immediately. With a wicked grin and intent touch, he circled his thumb over the hard, taut bud of her womanhood. Until felt herself spiral with the build of her release. Her breath came it short shallow gasps before she arched beneath him, his two of his fingers plunging into her depths as she cried out.
Dizzy from sensation, Sastra marvelled as he knelt up once more, easing the breaches down from his own hips. The skin was lighter beneath the band of his trousers as he knelt before her. Once more between her thighs, the man continued his torment of her swollen lower lips, his insistent thumb still circling, but gentler, aware of the sensitivity his actions had caused.
She held her breath, watching as he took his engorged member in
