"What do you need Anastasia?" Ileus asked as he pressed his hand over her nub. "Look at you. Why are you so wet?"
"I don't know!" she actually didn't know, but she wanted him to do something to her.
"I wish I could dip my hands inside your pants," he said in her ears. He stroked her over the pants a little faster.
Anastasia's ears had never been so sensitive, and his dirty talk was only making her go mad. She rested against his chest, closing her eyes and biting her lip to the extent that they pained.
"Hold the reins of my horse," he said and handed them to her. "And hold them steady. Don't shake them left or right else the horse would go wayward, okay?"
Now she was holding the reins while both his hands were free to do whatever he wanted. He took one hand to her breasts under her sweater and the other one was over her pants. Anastasia was moving, shifting on the saddle.
