Anastasius murmured against her neck at the touch of her hand on his cheek and allowed her to guide his lips back to her own.  He kissed her softly, pressing his lips to her as his fingers continued to trace the contours of her womanhood.<br/><br/>Then as he firmed the hold of forefinger and thumb upon her pearl, his other finger moved in shorter and shorter strokes until he eased it into her to test her body's reaction.  He whispered against her lips as he sought out the warmth and dampness of her body.<br/><br/>"Can you wait for sunset my little amazon?" he breathed, lips and breath caressing her own lips, "Can you hold your tongue or will you earn Masina's wrath by begging for me?"<br/><br/>Without leaving her pause to answer, he returned to kissing her, harder now, forcefully claiming her lips and tasting the sweetness of her with his tongue.