Another Woods Passion (End)

"You like that, Your Highness?" she purred, her voice low and husky with desire.

"Yea..." Mikhailis stuttered, his usual eloquence failing him in the face of such pleasure.

"Good." She increased the pace of her strokes, her grip tightening as she pumped his shaft.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Mikhailis felt his control slipping, his hips thrusting into her hand as he chased the friction. His breathing grew ragged, his mind fogged with desire.

"F-fuck," he managed, his hands grasping at the grass beneath him, desperate for something to anchor him.

He know that he shouldn't stand still, so he also start using his hands. He grabbed her waist and pull her closer, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. His touch was gentle but firm, his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric.