Mayerling remained focused on his lover, her skin, her taste. He could feel Bella’s eyes on them as they merged. The underside of Rhedyn’s thighs were deliciously slick against the hard round tops of Mayerlings; the humid moisture provided just enough lubricant for him to slide her hips a little closer. Her wet, ready sex left a trail of desire along the top Mayerling’s hardened shaft. His hands peeled the linen dress off Rhedyn’s shoulders, bunching at her bent elbows.<br/><br/>He lapped at her skin, his tongue sparkling as it rasped, both of her nipples now exposed and sharpened. Mayerling arched his lover back subtly, turning the erotic points skyward as he feasted upon them, sucking them between his teeth with a purred hiss. His cock throbbed again his lover’s sex, flexing with strength against a blooming flower. His hand made a V well below her neck against her chest, mimicking a makeshift collar. He wanted her; wanted to be part of her body.<br/><br/>His left hand returned to Bella’s thigh by touch alone. His eyes were closed, and now he was guided only by taste and touch. Her thigh was hot; he had landed close to her core. His touch signaled to his lover exactly what he demanded from her: his permission. He wanted to hear her ask for his cock. She hadn’t yet dared take it as she knew it pleased her master. He loved how pliant she was under his touch, and the way her neck twisted to remain focused on Bella. Mayerling was forced to admit that this silent, steady dance was driving him to want to take his slut.