His voice had the effect of hard liquor upon her. It was dirty, blunt and thrilling. She shivered as he bent and closed his mouth around her mound. Long tongue pressing deep as he suckled and made his feast of her. She curled her hands in the sheets, holding her tongue rather than cry out. He explored each intimate fold of her body. Slow and tortuous as she writhed beneath him. His heavy hands curling around her hips to hold her still, impaled upon the muscle and his mouth. He dropped a thumb, easing down over her mound to circle the perfect swollen bud, begging his attention. The wet noises of his slick worship increased her arousal.
Without time to feel self-conscious, Sastra closed her eyes to the elaborate canopy above the bed. Lost in the sensation of the man between her legs. He gr
