Anastasius smiled as she laid back against him, the feel of her back against his chest as she shifted and moved slowly.  He turned his face towards her, pressing his lips to her cheek and then to the corner of her lips.<br/><br/>His hands moved slowly, one easing her soft folds open for the other to stroke and explore.<br/><br/>"Not a word," he murmured against her lips, "Not a sound."<br/><br/>His fingertip moved between her netherlips now, brushing the hooded pearl at the top and then easing downward to brush her passage before finding that sensitive area between her womanhood and her rear.  He rubbed a small circle against that soft flesh and then slowly drew his finger back over her sex to close with his thumb upon her tender clit and roll it gingerly back and forth.<br/><br/>"Not a sound," he whispered again as he let his lips move down along her jaw to settle upon her neck, kissing and licking until her found the throbbing line of her pulse and closed his lips there, sucking and kissing and tracing the pulse of her lifeblood with his tongue.