cat?” she asked dreamily. “Bedraggled and miserable?”
“You look beautiful, Severin. And very happy.”
“Liar.”
Marko grinned. “Give me a spoonful of truth and then we will see if I am lying.”
“Maybe later.”
His creamy hand moved down her back. “Lie down again.”
He supported her as she did, and Severin arched her back even more, tipping her chin to the ceiling to get her hair completely under the water. Her lips had to part in this position and she gave a little groan of satisfaction…and then, through the walls of the marble tub, heard an answering growl.
She had noted that animal quality in him, found it wildly attractive. Yet his ministrations were as tender as a woman’s. His hand continued to comb through her hair. The strands were free of each other at last, the snarls undone by the special cream. He used his fingers to gently massage her scalp and Severin arched even more.
Her breasts rose out of the water and she felt a chill tighten the flesh of her nipples.
Then she felt Marko’s mouth come down on one…and suck…and then…he sucked the other. Just her nipples. Clean and tight. The rest of her was soapy or creamy.
He lifted his head and she heard him heave a sigh that was pure lust. Severin let him lift her. She felt boneless. The size of the tub allowed her to float. It was fit for a harem, an unusual luxury for London.
He put both his big hands on her head and pressed out the water. “There. Your eyes look huge when your hair is back like that, Severin. And how they glow. Your wet eyelashes are so pretty.”
“You can find nothing wrong with me. You are better than a mirror.”
“Do you want to look in one?”
“No,” she said hastily. He might think her beautiful, but feminine standards were higher.
She looked at him, feeling purified. She suspected, however, that his thoughts were anything but pure at the moment. Sitting on a low stool, his long legs folded at the knee, he could not conceal the massive erection in his knee-length drawers.
Ah. How wonderful to see him stripped down. Fine leather breeches were not made to withstand bathwater.
The drawers were made of linen that creased where he creased. They cupped his balls just so. His cock had risen well up within them, almost lying against the very inside of his thigh. She could see the dark curls all that glorious male flesh sprang from right through the linen.
Marko looked down. “I cannot help it.”
Severin savored his embarrassment. It was one thing to be an angel of mercy, but it must be quite another to have to care for her with a rod that size getting in the way.
“You are forgiven,” she said.
He stood up and adjusted his various parts so that he could sit comfortably.
Shamelessly, Severin watched. Her hesitancy had vanished utterly from her mind the second she’d seen him lying sprawled on her bed. And now she got to look at him in nothing but a wet shirt and drawers. Bare-legged and barefooted. His hair tousled from the heat and moisture in the air.
And he was so hard.
She wanted more. Severin took the soap and rubbed it over her breasts, although they were perfectly clean. She squeezed the bar a bit too hard and it shot out of her hand, landing on the floor.
He reached for it.
“Never mind. I have enough.” She made a good lather and lavishly caressed both breasts with it. His eyes were riveted on what she was doing. She closed her eyes and purred as she lathered up more, lifting her breasts and pressing them back against herself. Then she opened her fingers over them and captured each nipple between her middle fingers and forefingers.
Again she squeezed and rubbed. She looked down at her nipples and not at him. Severin was sure he liked to think of women pleasuring themselves alone.
Her soap-tipped nipples stood out between her sliding fingers. Up and down. Then around. And again.
Marko gasped, as if the erotic sight were too much for him. Then he leaned forward and placed his hands over hers.
Her fingers kept the nipples up. His palms stimulated the tips. Together they rubbed. Severin lifted her head and he captured her lips in a kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth. She moaned around it. A deep pulsing began low in her belly.
She was going to come. Her own skillful stimulation of her breasts, the sliding tightness of her fingers around her erect nipples, and his palms, circling, exciting the very tips she presented to him…ohhhh.
He knew she was experiencing orgasm. He did not alter his subtle attention to her sensitive flesh, but his kissing intensified.
Severin moaned, long and low, letting the waves of pure pleasure course through her entire body. Oh dear God…ohhhh…it felt so wonderful…
She let go of her breasts at last and her hands dropped into the water. He laughed, a deep, sensual, very male laugh, and splashed the soap off her breasts.
They gleamed, water dripping off the elongated nipples, and she laughed with him. Then she glanced down.
The front of his drawers was soaked with jism. He shook his head. “I came when you did.”
“Without touching yourself?”
“My hands were on you, Severin. And so were my eyes. It was more than enough.”
“Take them off.”
He stood and gingerly peeled off his drawers.
“You might as well throw them in the tub.”
“Thank you,” he laughed. “I feel privileged to have such a beautiful laundress wash my dirty drawers for me.”
“They are not dirty—it is only come. But I didn’t say I would wash them. No, this tub is big enough for two. Climb in.”
She leaned back as he lifted one big leg and set a foot down carefully in the tub. She couldn’t resist what she saw and reached up to stroke his balls, heavy and round.
“Like the low-hanging fruit, do you?”
Severin sat up and gave him a nuzzle there before he could get his other leg over. “It is the sweetest,” she said and pressed a kiss to his thigh for good measure. Then she let him get in.
“Ahhh,” he said. Their legs tangled and their feet bumped but they figured it out. “Still hot, I see.” He reached down between his legs and adjusted himself again.
“It is your turn,” Severin said.
“For what? I have already come.”
“I want to do what you have done for me, Marko. You need to be washed all over and scrubbed and—”
