His eyes then flashed at her words, mouth going dry, before running his tongue over the roof of his mouth, bringing moisture back to the area. “That I do…” he said huskily, “though you seem to be enjoying it…” He said with a cock-sure tone, brushing her knees with his thumbs. “Do you, Princess?” He asked almost quietly, eyes leaving their locked gaze with hers, instead moving to watch his teasing fingers. “Do you?” Montague asked again before suddenly, not changing his pose or breathing, forced palms and pressed her knees harshly apart.
Leaning lightly between the forced space, wrists and forearms holding them apart, he smirked. “What of now?” He asked thickly, moving to prop on leg open with a shoulder and the other, his hand caressed the skin of her thigh, worked down to the top of her calf and up again before grasping the knee, prodding it to rest on his shoulder. Finger, hand free- he moved to run spread fingers over the wettened folds.