Layla's head fell back as he nipped and sucked at her skin, the pleasure coming from the sweet and simple thing more than enough to cause her to pant heavily for air.   She could feel his manhood pressing against her though instead of her thigh it was more along the area of her stomach that his shaft touched.<br/><br/>"Melts? If that's melting, Master, I'd hate to see it harden!" The words were quipped a bit cheerfully, her tone raw and filled with lustful desires. "It does not feel to be dripping away… though soon it might be dripping with your pleasure."  She grinned at that and gasped as he gripped her hair, though the gasp wasn't something that was painful or shocked. She loved the way that he touched her and she refused to let the fears that were trying to wiggle their niggling way into her brain inside of her head. They couldn't come in because they weren't welcome.<br/><br/>Her spine arched and her breasts pressed upward as he leaned her back, hands sliding up into his hair, loving the feeling of the strands as they slid through her grasp and then out of it, laying back down on his head. His mouth was talented and Aisha had taught him some things quite well. But knowing that she had more experience than Aisha, she knew that she might teach him a few new things.<br/><br/>With his hips arching upward, she lifted her leg, the way he had her leaned her back changed their position slightly and if she could get her leg a little higher… she groaned as she felt his cock slip between her folds, though she dared not impale herself upon him until he decided that he wanted it. Instead she dragged his tip up and down the slick track between her pussy lips, letting her wetness build on his cock, preparing him to enter her body again.<br/>