Lying still yet breathing hard, she watched as he moved from the foot of the bed to sit beside her on the covers. He removed one glove and let it fall to the floor, he shifted her gown and carefully cupped one of her breasts, bending his mouth down to envelop her nipple with his mouth. She gasped and shuddered at the sensation cause by his tongue flickering over her, the warm moist left in the wake of his searching mouth turning to frost as the wind blew across her chest.

Having removed his clothes he lay beside her on the bed and gently put one arm over and under her, drawing her up so that her body rested against his. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his other hand - devoid of glove - move between her legs and slide up into her wet mound. His touch was deft and assured - gentle and practiced and soon she felt herself close to climax. She arched her back, trying to draw his fingers further inside her, and leaning her head back she let out a high pitched cry of ecstacy, feeling her juices run down her inner thigh as her muscles clenched again and again, taking full enjoyment of the treatment she was receiving.