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for him.
So she bathed him, but she assiduously avoided all of the strategic areas. His chest was sparkling clean, as was his neck and face. His hair was cleaner than it had been in years, and his back, even his feet, and his arms and hands. But most of the rest of him still reeked of the road, and he intended that she was going to give him a thorough bath.
So he grabbed the hand that had been making determined but useless circles on his belly and pushed it lower, where it would do him some good, in one way or another. The cloth slipped, as it was wont to do, and her hand came in contact with him for the first time.
Amber reacted like a scalded cat, but his reflexes were too finely honed to let her get away with retracting her hand that quickly. And, luckily, his ego wasn’t quite that delicate. He brought her fingers back down to him, murmuring all the way that touching him wasn’t going to hurt her, or him – not that he fancied she cared - until her fingers finally wrapped around the full tumescence of him, and he groaned, deep in the back of his throat.
That caught Amber’s attention like nothing could have. The connection between her hand on him, and his guttural, completely animalistic reaction clicked something in her head, and experimentally, she moved her hand up and down on him, just to see what would happen.
Chapter Five
Jesu, she was getting naturally too good at this already, he thought, entirely unable to stop himself from throwing his head back and growling at the way she held him firmly, but not too tightly. He wasn’t very fond of the way she was watching him, though, as if he was some sort of oddity she had to consider very carefully.
“Close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?” she parroted back to him, surprised at the command.
“Yes. I cannot abide the way you’re looking at me. Close your eyes or I’ll blindfold you.”
“But, Sir – “
“But what?”
“I can’t bathe you – “
In answer, Piers leaned forward, reaching out to grab Amber by the back of the neck, hauling her forward, nearly into the bath with him, thoroughly dampening the front of her tunic as he brought that sweet mouth of hers down onto his. “Did I tell you you could stop?” Her fingers were dormant because she was too preoccupied by his kiss, but they started up again, slipping carefully up and down that long, thick shaft of his. Piers was almost immediately unmanned, if only by her untrained skill. She kept a wonderful rhythm and pressure without having been taught – he assumed.
His own free hand was far from idle, having sought and found her budding nipples where they were brought into relief by the worn, clinging fabric of her garments. One quick flick of the tip of his index finger on an impudent nub had her trying to crane away from him, but he wouldn’t allow it, pulling her closer, still, instead.
Long before he reached his own pleasure, he had her panting hotly for her own. He’d never had a wench who was quite so responsive just to breast play, and this was without having even bared them to his touch.
As he drew closer to his own end, he wished he hadn’t decided to do this in a bath, as he wish heartily for her mouth on his cock, but he knew he wouldn’t last to the bed. He let her go, so that she might concentrate on the matter at hand. “Faster, Amber. A little faster, and all the way up to the tip, then all the way down, every stroke.”
Her hand was barely large enough to fit round him, and finally, he didn’t know what stroke of genius touched her, but she brought her other hand to bear, wetting and soaping it well, and that was all he could stand. He flew off into the sun, putty, literally, in her small hands, a scream dragged from the deepest recesses of his throat, so much so that Archie knocked at the door to see that he was all right.
Knowing that the man wouldn’t take Amber’s word for it, he shouted angrily, “Yes, man, I’m fine.” It didn’t help that Archie was
So she bathed him, but she assiduously avoided all of the strategic areas. His chest was sparkling clean, as was his neck and face. His hair was cleaner than it had been in years, and his back, even his feet, and his arms and hands. But most of the rest of him still reeked of the road, and he intended that she was going to give him a thorough bath.
So he grabbed the hand that had been making determined but useless circles on his belly and pushed it lower, where it would do him some good, in one way or another. The cloth slipped, as it was wont to do, and her hand came in contact with him for the first time.
Amber reacted like a scalded cat, but his reflexes were too finely honed to let her get away with retracting her hand that quickly. And, luckily, his ego wasn’t quite that delicate. He brought her fingers back down to him, murmuring all the way that touching him wasn’t going to hurt her, or him – not that he fancied she cared - until her fingers finally wrapped around the full tumescence of him, and he groaned, deep in the back of his throat.
That caught Amber’s attention like nothing could have. The connection between her hand on him, and his guttural, completely animalistic reaction clicked something in her head, and experimentally, she moved her hand up and down on him, just to see what would happen.
Chapter Five
Jesu, she was getting naturally too good at this already, he thought, entirely unable to stop himself from throwing his head back and growling at the way she held him firmly, but not too tightly. He wasn’t very fond of the way she was watching him, though, as if he was some sort of oddity she had to consider very carefully.
“Close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?” she parroted back to him, surprised at the command.
“Yes. I cannot abide the way you’re looking at me. Close your eyes or I’ll blindfold you.”
“But, Sir – “
“But what?”
“I can’t bathe you – “
In answer, Piers leaned forward, reaching out to grab Amber by the back of the neck, hauling her forward, nearly into the bath with him, thoroughly dampening the front of her tunic as he brought that sweet mouth of hers down onto his. “Did I tell you you could stop?” Her fingers were dormant because she was too preoccupied by his kiss, but they started up again, slipping carefully up and down that long, thick shaft of his. Piers was almost immediately unmanned, if only by her untrained skill. She kept a wonderful rhythm and pressure without having been taught – he assumed.
His own free hand was far from idle, having sought and found her budding nipples where they were brought into relief by the worn, clinging fabric of her garments. One quick flick of the tip of his index finger on an impudent nub had her trying to crane away from him, but he wouldn’t allow it, pulling her closer, still, instead.
Long before he reached his own pleasure, he had her panting hotly for her own. He’d never had a wench who was quite so responsive just to breast play, and this was without having even bared them to his touch.
As he drew closer to his own end, he wished he hadn’t decided to do this in a bath, as he wish heartily for her mouth on his cock, but he knew he wouldn’t last to the bed. He let her go, so that she might concentrate on the matter at hand. “Faster, Amber. A little faster, and all the way up to the tip, then all the way down, every stroke.”
Her hand was barely large enough to fit round him, and finally, he didn’t know what stroke of genius touched her, but she brought her other hand to bear, wetting and soaping it well, and that was all he could stand. He flew off into the sun, putty, literally, in her small hands, a scream dragged from the deepest recesses of his throat, so much so that Archie knocked at the door to see that he was all right.
Knowing that the man wouldn’t take Amber’s word for it, he shouted angrily, “Yes, man, I’m fine.” It didn’t help that Archie was
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