Seeing how Sasha neared her orgasm seemingly Aramil decided that he would grant her that silent and unspoken request in her sleep as he rubbed over in between her legs with an exceptionally careful manner. The silken sheets were lifted slightly to grant such access before he began to stroke over the labia the palm pressing against her clitoris. And then he would begin moving his fingers and consequently his hand in long motions along the outsides of her pussy. It stains and dampens his silken gloves and the silk down there felt exquisite. His eyes watching her face for every signal and every hint that she might wake up. His erection ached for attention yet he gave none to it. He wanted Sasha to be right and ready and willing to enjoy this night rather then consider it full on rape. Besides... why would he even bother with this when simple rope could have made it so much easier?