The clutching of her fingers and grinding of her hips made Anastasius smile around the trapped flesh of her nipple.  He felt as much as heard her crying out against his shoulder.  His touch, fingers and mouth both continued as her pleasure worked its ways upon her.  Steady thrusts in and out of her clenching passage, thumb working matching circles upon her swollen pearl.  And the slower twisting and slight rocking of his other finger into her rear, slow and easy into that tight path.<br/><br/>He sucked gently, licking away at her nipple up to the point where she began to reach the shuddering shaken glide that came after her peak.  As she shivered and tried to catch her breath and her strength, he redoubled his own efforts, working her sex faster and biting down on the nipple in his mouth.