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dress. Katrina was left standing in her stockings and shoes. Nothing else. She was practically naked before him.
What she longed for was to touch his skin. Not just the feel of his hands. Her fingers went to work untying his cravat once again before she shoved the jacket from his body. The shirt came next and Timothy broke their kiss only long enough to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. His hands returned to her back, caressing until he reached her buttocks. Gently grasping her, he pulled her close until her womanhood rubbed against the hardness within the clothing. Katrina’s hands moved to the front packet and Timothy grabbed her wrists.
“Not yet.”
He led her to a chair and had her sit before he knelt before her. Katrina thought she should be embarrassed being on naked display before him like this but she didn’t care. He removed her shoes before his hand skimmed up her right leg and began to roll the stocking down, freeing her foot. He did the same to the left leg and soon Katrina wore no garments whatsoever.
Timothy sat back on his heels. He studied her over from the top of her head and to her toes and back again. Did he like what he saw? Did he still want her? His hands came forward and lifted her breasts. “Perfect,” he mumbled.
Katrina resisted the urge to squirm in her seat. There had been some drawings of women in chairs, and men seated in some of them too. At the time Katrina thought the positions didn’t look all that comfortable. Clearly she was wrong.
His hands slid down her sides and stopped when they rested on the top of her thighs. His thumbs stroking the inside just inches away from her curls. The aching increased. She needed him to touch her there.
Instead he stood. Taking her hands in his he led her to the bath. “You should get in before it gets cold.”
Katrina didn’t care if it got cold. She wanted to go back to what they e doing. But instead of arguing with him, she stepped into the hipbath and sank down into the water. It was hardly deep and barely covered her private areas. Though it was longer so she could almost straighten her legs.
Timothy picked up the soap that had been left beside the large towels on the small table beside the tub and moved to the foot of the tub. She wished she had a tub like the one she had at home, where she could relax back, but understood that carrying such large contraption and filling it with water in an inn would be daunting. He lifted one foot and began to lather her toes. Katrina giggled and tried to pull away.
“I didn’t realize you were ticklish.” He grabbed her foot more firmly which relieved the sensitivity of his touch. He washed her leg up to and past her knees, stopping just where his thumb had caressed small circles earlier before he moved to the other leg and repeated the process. If he didn’t touch her there soon she would need to.
Timothy moved to the head of the tub and washed her from the neck and down both arms.
“Sit forward.”
Katrina did as he instructed and he continued to lather her back before he rinsed it with the water in one of the buckets left beside the tub. Then he rubbed the bar of soap across her breasts and stomach, lathering and washing far more than was necessary if one simply wanted to be clean.
There was only one area that had not been washed but she doubted he would wash her in such a private area, regardless of how badly she wanted to be touched.
Katrina leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands. He was not going to let her leave the tub until he was ready for her to do so, so she might as well enjoy the caress of the water and soap against her sensitive skin.
His fingers skimmed in the inside of her thighs and she opened for him. His hand skimmed her curls and private regions before he added the bar of soap. He rubbed against the area that pulsated to the point it bordered on
What she longed for was to touch his skin. Not just the feel of his hands. Her fingers went to work untying his cravat once again before she shoved the jacket from his body. The shirt came next and Timothy broke their kiss only long enough to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. His hands returned to her back, caressing until he reached her buttocks. Gently grasping her, he pulled her close until her womanhood rubbed against the hardness within the clothing. Katrina’s hands moved to the front packet and Timothy grabbed her wrists.
“Not yet.”
He led her to a chair and had her sit before he knelt before her. Katrina thought she should be embarrassed being on naked display before him like this but she didn’t care. He removed her shoes before his hand skimmed up her right leg and began to roll the stocking down, freeing her foot. He did the same to the left leg and soon Katrina wore no garments whatsoever.
Timothy sat back on his heels. He studied her over from the top of her head and to her toes and back again. Did he like what he saw? Did he still want her? His hands came forward and lifted her breasts. “Perfect,” he mumbled.
Katrina resisted the urge to squirm in her seat. There had been some drawings of women in chairs, and men seated in some of them too. At the time Katrina thought the positions didn’t look all that comfortable. Clearly she was wrong.
His hands slid down her sides and stopped when they rested on the top of her thighs. His thumbs stroking the inside just inches away from her curls. The aching increased. She needed him to touch her there.
Instead he stood. Taking her hands in his he led her to the bath. “You should get in before it gets cold.”
Katrina didn’t care if it got cold. She wanted to go back to what they e doing. But instead of arguing with him, she stepped into the hipbath and sank down into the water. It was hardly deep and barely covered her private areas. Though it was longer so she could almost straighten her legs.
Timothy picked up the soap that had been left beside the large towels on the small table beside the tub and moved to the foot of the tub. She wished she had a tub like the one she had at home, where she could relax back, but understood that carrying such large contraption and filling it with water in an inn would be daunting. He lifted one foot and began to lather her toes. Katrina giggled and tried to pull away.
“I didn’t realize you were ticklish.” He grabbed her foot more firmly which relieved the sensitivity of his touch. He washed her leg up to and past her knees, stopping just where his thumb had caressed small circles earlier before he moved to the other leg and repeated the process. If he didn’t touch her there soon she would need to.
Timothy moved to the head of the tub and washed her from the neck and down both arms.
“Sit forward.”
Katrina did as he instructed and he continued to lather her back before he rinsed it with the water in one of the buckets left beside the tub. Then he rubbed the bar of soap across her breasts and stomach, lathering and washing far more than was necessary if one simply wanted to be clean.
There was only one area that had not been washed but she doubted he would wash her in such a private area, regardless of how badly she wanted to be touched.
Katrina leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands. He was not going to let her leave the tub until he was ready for her to do so, so she might as well enjoy the caress of the water and soap against her sensitive skin.
His fingers skimmed in the inside of her thighs and she opened for him. His hand skimmed her curls and private regions before he added the bar of soap. He rubbed against the area that pulsated to the point it bordered on
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