She slid her hands up his chest, raking her nails lightly along his skin, and down again. Elia laughed and pressed her lips against the pulse in Thomas' throat as her fingers wrapped around his cock again.
"Perhaps you're right, my lord. Perhaps you should teach me...?" Her tongue traced his collarbone. "Would a river-girl do this?" Her fingers moved to the base of his cock and stroked up, back... "Or would she ask her sweet lord for permission to take him in her mouth?" she asked sweetly. "Does she beg him enter her, fill her, fuck her? Or is it more a matter of throwing him down and riding him? I confess, I am confused."