I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Gently his finger began rubbing in small circular motions on her clit causing her to let loose a long moan of pleasure...."Ahnnnnnnnn~"

Her fingertips clawed into his chest, struggling to hang onto him, feeling as if her life depended on him.

The building waves of pleasure pushed to and fro inside her, nudging her up the mountain of sensuality. She wanted to climax, she could feel it building at the insistent urgings of his finger. She was getting close now.

From the look on her face, the look he had seen on Mara, he could tell. She was in a higher realm now. A realm even the gods would be jealous of. And he made it happen, he Zafron made it all possible with just his finger. Such power!!

Now he was ever determined to make sure she got to her destination. His finger slipped down into the depths of her quivering pussy. He was teasing her. She groaned in frustration, "Arghh!!~"

She felt he was doing it on purpose at this point. So close yet so far.

She knew it was going to heighten her pleasure and she was loving every second of it. She knew he would return to her clit, she was just not sure how many seconds would pass before he did. It was that unexpectedness that thrilled her, she knew it was coming, but not the precise moment when it would happen.

"Please," she begged. Matilda looked into his eyes begging. This was it. She couldn\'t help it anymore. This young man held her hostage, held her at bay and she was helpless against him. Not that she wanted saving anyways.

"Arghh..." She gasped with her teeth grazing his neck as his finger slipped up to circle her clit again, the heightened pleasure was like a forbidden fruit that she greedily bit into and sucked the juices out of. Her body was thrumming, vibrating with so much pleasure, she knew that her orgasm was fast approaching that favored cliff.

She was eager to step off of it, cross that threshold, dive off the precipice and fly free. Or...she could fall off, into that depth and drown, whichever way, she just wanted to jump off the fucking cliff.

Zafron\'s voice was low as he whispered those honeyed words, "Release, do it for me, Matilda."

She didn\'t know in her agitated, frenzied state if it was his words that did it for her, or how he said her name. The confident tone, the commanding tone, the slow notes of her name being drug out and stretched like a taut muscle in her belly while his finger pleasured her pussy deeply.

She cried out into his neck with sounds that grew higher in pitch as they were repeated quickly from her muffled lips. "Yes, yes, yes!!!"

The world began and ended in the tight space that they occupied on the couch. She was overwhelmed in the immensity of pleasure that had just flowered inside her, gifted to her by the man that wished for all her life living in that sorrowful mansion, as of now, Zafron was without a doubt the man of her dreams.

Every muscle in her body cried out as her hips bucked against his finger, the sensation of sensitivity was almost painful to her due to its intensity. Zafron, sensing this, or maybe he just knew this about her, removed his finger and cupped his whole hand lightly against her quivering entrance. He seemed reluctant to break even this small contact, or perhaps it was more of a connection, with her.

\'I don\'t even know how I know this. It\'s like it\'s just ingrained in me. This has to be that intimacy boost I got yesterday,\' he thought as he held Matilda.

Her whole body seemed to whimper lightly, like a gossamer ribbon fluttering in a light breeze. Her mouth was open, and her cheek was pressed to his chest, while her hand that was clawing into his flesh a moment ago, was now lightly pressed to feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Her eyes blinked a few times as her vision slowly returned to her.

Looking up she saw his face and eyes looking down at her.

The thought entered her mind that he was actually real, he was no longer a fantasy, a dream. Her fingertips barely moved side to side to confirm the texture of his sweaty skin. Her palm sensed the steady thrumming of his heart pumping his life force throughout his body. But most of all, she saw his caring eyes. How many nights had she fallen asleep while imagining those caring eyes?

How many afternoons had she spent alone, wishing someone would make love to her, while being in the gaze of those perfect, big eyes?

It was as if all her wishes, hopes, and dreams had all been answered. But, how could any of this be real? She didn\'t understand it. All she knew was that Zafron was somehow real and for her that was enough.

It was enough, but not over. No, they were barely beginning. Matilda got up and began to fully undress for the main event.

Several times they had attempted to get intimate but either it was not the right time or something ended up ruin it. But not this time.

Zafron knew for a fact that Matilda had plans sending Mara to the market so suddenly. While he knew Mara would be pained leaving him and Matilda all alone at home, he couldn\'t dwell on that for now.

I mean, looking at the heavenly beauty standing in front of him now with her dress half way down her torso, what in the world could distract him from being focused. Matilda\'s body was none like other. Every time he saw her naked, he was always mesmerized. How in the hell did Blackthorn fumble this?

\'By the gods, she\'s so beautiful,\' he thought as Matilda shedded the gown down to the floor revealing herself only in a pink lace lingerie. The bra had done little to conceal her abundant Bossom. Not to mention the imprint of her camel toe on her panties, simply a delightful sight for Zafron.

He was already bricking up. No, screw that, he was bricked up to the point he felt he would shatter his own dick with any sudden movement. But that didn\'t seem to bother Matilda as a constant smile painted that gorgeous face of hers. And she knew, she knew what she was doing. She could see the look on Zafron\'s face, the look she wanted from her man, the desire she was denied of.

The attention, the way he watched her pull her panties down and unhook her bra which let her big melons drop slightly. Not to the point they sagged but for a size like hers, achieving an accusing breast that pointed right in his face was something that wasn\'t possible. Yet, they sat firmly on her chest, so beautiful!

The look on his face portrayed his undying lust for her. As his sensitive eyes wandered over her exposed body, she saw no hint of repulsion, only desirable attraction. Even the pose of his large-framed, muscular body told her how badly he wanted her. Not to mention his long, naked arousal standing at attention for her viewing pleasure.