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pain. Before she could press further into the hardness for relief, his hand and the soap were quickly gone. Katrina wanted to cry out in frustration.
Timothy stood and placed the soap back on the table and picked up the bucket. He slowly poured the water over her body, rinsing the soap away before he grabbed a towel. He unfolded it and held it open. Katrina rose from the tub and stepped toward him and he wrapped it around her snuggly before he brought his lips down to hers. She would have returned his embrace but her arms were locked within the towel and she hadno choice but to stand there and return and enjoy his kiss.
The hardness of him pressed against her belly. Timothy placed his hand at the small of the back, pulling her closer and groaned. Did he ache there as she did in her womanhood? Though she would have never considered the ache to be something one would associate with pleasure, she certainly did now.
Timothy scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
Katrina practically sighed. She hoped he was finally going to touch her where she most needed it.
Chapter 8
Timothy thought he was going to burst. If she touched him right now he would come, of that he had no doubt. It had been too long since he had been with a woman and there was something about Katrina that heightened his need. He needed this evening to go slow. He wanted wanted her build up to the release so that she experienced an intense orgasm the first time. But he was afraid that in doing so he was only going to bring him pain in the end. He may be able to give her pleasure without joining, but he couldn’t exactly ask her to touch him and relieve his ache. Yet, something would have to be done or he would not survive the night. If worse came to worst, he would excuse himself, find somewhere very private and take care of himself.
He hoped it didn’t come to that, but how do you ask a lady to use her hands? She may not have the title of lady, but that is how he thought of her. She was well-bred with connections and innocent.
Timothy put the concern away. This moment was about Katrina, regardless of how much it pained him. He pulled the towel from her to reveal the naked glory of her body, rosy from the hot bath. It was killing him not to touch her womanhood, but not nearly as much as it was killing her. She practically squirmed and her breath increased when he even came close to her nubbin. She would probably shatter within moments after he did. Would Katrina cry out or remain silent.
He joined her on the bed and she rolled into him. Timothy gently pushed her onto her back, his lips taking hers and his hand moved to one of her full, firm breasts. He could spend hours touching and kissing her breasts. They were prefect, just overflowing his hand. He moved to take one nipple between his lips. Katrina moaned and arched. She was the most responsive woman he had ever met. It was a shame they had so few days together.
His hand skimmed down her stomach until he reached her curls. Katrina tilted her hips. He delved further until he came to her folds, which he parted and moved to her opening. She was so wet and ready for him that Timothy was afraid he would explode on the spot. Perhaps it would be best that he did, thus relieving the painful pressure that had built in his cock.
With one finger he entered her tight wet channel. Katrina opened her thighs further for him. He added a second finger and stretched her further. He couldn’t risk more than that. Katrina moaned and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. Slowly he began to pump in and out, all the while suckling at her breast.
Her hips tilted as if she were straining for something. He knew exactly what it was and pulled the moisture from her opening to her nubbin and circled it a few times. Her moans became louder and more frequent and Timothy had to bite back a grin.
He entered her
Timothy stood and placed the soap back on the table and picked up the bucket. He slowly poured the water over her body, rinsing the soap away before he grabbed a towel. He unfolded it and held it open. Katrina rose from the tub and stepped toward him and he wrapped it around her snuggly before he brought his lips down to hers. She would have returned his embrace but her arms were locked within the towel and she hadno choice but to stand there and return and enjoy his kiss.
The hardness of him pressed against her belly. Timothy placed his hand at the small of the back, pulling her closer and groaned. Did he ache there as she did in her womanhood? Though she would have never considered the ache to be something one would associate with pleasure, she certainly did now.
Timothy scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
Katrina practically sighed. She hoped he was finally going to touch her where she most needed it.
Chapter 8
Timothy thought he was going to burst. If she touched him right now he would come, of that he had no doubt. It had been too long since he had been with a woman and there was something about Katrina that heightened his need. He needed this evening to go slow. He wanted wanted her build up to the release so that she experienced an intense orgasm the first time. But he was afraid that in doing so he was only going to bring him pain in the end. He may be able to give her pleasure without joining, but he couldn’t exactly ask her to touch him and relieve his ache. Yet, something would have to be done or he would not survive the night. If worse came to worst, he would excuse himself, find somewhere very private and take care of himself.
He hoped it didn’t come to that, but how do you ask a lady to use her hands? She may not have the title of lady, but that is how he thought of her. She was well-bred with connections and innocent.
Timothy put the concern away. This moment was about Katrina, regardless of how much it pained him. He pulled the towel from her to reveal the naked glory of her body, rosy from the hot bath. It was killing him not to touch her womanhood, but not nearly as much as it was killing her. She practically squirmed and her breath increased when he even came close to her nubbin. She would probably shatter within moments after he did. Would Katrina cry out or remain silent.
He joined her on the bed and she rolled into him. Timothy gently pushed her onto her back, his lips taking hers and his hand moved to one of her full, firm breasts. He could spend hours touching and kissing her breasts. They were prefect, just overflowing his hand. He moved to take one nipple between his lips. Katrina moaned and arched. She was the most responsive woman he had ever met. It was a shame they had so few days together.
His hand skimmed down her stomach until he reached her curls. Katrina tilted her hips. He delved further until he came to her folds, which he parted and moved to her opening. She was so wet and ready for him that Timothy was afraid he would explode on the spot. Perhaps it would be best that he did, thus relieving the painful pressure that had built in his cock.
With one finger he entered her tight wet channel. Katrina opened her thighs further for him. He added a second finger and stretched her further. He couldn’t risk more than that. Katrina moaned and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. Slowly he began to pump in and out, all the while suckling at her breast.
Her hips tilted as if she were straining for something. He knew exactly what it was and pulled the moisture from her opening to her nubbin and circled it a few times. Her moans became louder and more frequent and Timothy had to bite back a grin.
He entered her
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