“No?” He said with a smirk and then a shrug, pulling his hand away. “We’ll continue then.” Montague continued, placing a hand next to her waist, holding himself up as he leaned precariously over her. The other hand stayed quite easily on her thigh, moving in slow long strokes over the skin, taking time to brush and waken the flesh.
“Such a pretty thing…” he said with a smirk, ducking his head to press a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Filthy and wanting, and too prideful to give in to what you want Princess…” he continued, voice laden with lust before placing another kiss on the top slope of her breast.
“We both know you want it.” The ‘want’ was said with a quiet force, as if trying to pull the words from her chest forcefully, and as he stopped speaking, his lips brushing with each word and breath against her skin in an almost airy touch- he stopped, finding his home between the rising and falling mounds, Kissing the skin there, he stopped for a moment, a strange sensation washing over her- this time last year… he had not seen her- spoken to her…
Not bothering with that train of thought, though a softness came to his eyes at the thoughts, he closed them to suck lightly at the skin there much the same way he had along her thigh.