His hands shook as he pulled loose the soft ribbons of her gown.  Ah her scent was intoxicating.  Genevieve’s dainty figure was more exposed..waiting to be touched.  But oh, her hand was coaxing him off her?  Motto let out a stuttering breath when he realized she wished to undress him.  His lower half was begging for her and the young King felt as if he were drunk while Genevieve’s small hands tended to his pants.  Moisture did gather upon his brow and other places while Motto’s chest moved up and down with heightened breath.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Genevieve..”</span>He could barely pronounce her name as she seated herself upon him.  Feeling her kisses and gentle biting, Motto did sigh and twitch.  His mouth felt strange.  Fingers ghosted up the light fabric his Lady’s shift, finding the dainty tips of her perfect breasts and lingering there.  A soft groan rose from Motto as his own sensitive place hardened.<span style="color: #00BF40">“Please...that I would ..”</span>A sharp inhale at her touch.  Her sweet fingers were...upon him.  Drifting upon his heated ache.  Ah the bliss of her nimble hand and the waves of ecstasy that followed!  Motto found himself arching back with his eyes shut tight.  His hips rocking up for more.  MORE.