Page 21 of His Perfect Princess

She shivered with delight and hurried to me. At the edge of the tub she pressed herself against me, and it was my turn to shiver. Christ, I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of the feel of her naked body pressed against mine. I promised my stiffening cock we’d experience it again very soon.

I lifted her into the tub, determined to care for her the way a good master should. Her cheeks were pink, but I didn’t think it was from embarrassment; she seemed to accept my care as a given.

I rubbed her all over with a thick washcloth and body wash, and smiled when she let her head fall back with a groan. My princess had been stressed this month, and deserved some dedicated attention.

Gathering all of her silky hair in one hand, I cupped water across it with my other. Then I lathered shampoo and began to massage her head and hair and neck. She groaned even louder.

I loved being able to take care of her this way. I loved how strong it—she—made me feel.

“I love ye,” I murmured as I gently washed the bubbles from her hair.

With her eyes closed, she smiled sleepily. “I love you, too.”

However, we weren’t done yet. I pulled her to her feet while she remained in the bath, and nuzzled against her wet neck. “I have so much more to teach ye, wife.”

She wriggled her arse in excitement, and I could feel her pulse jump in her neck, where my fingers rested. She was such an eager student.

Gently I turned her, guiding her hands toward the wall, making her lean forward.

I climbed into the tub behind her. When she was properly braced, I pushed her feet apart with mine. Soon she was standing in the tub with her legs spread, bent at the waist, braced against the cool marble of the wall.

Perfect.

With the water a warm sensation beneath our knees, I began by running my hands down her back and over her arse.

I felt her holding her breath as I leaned forward to reach around and cup her tits. I loved this position because they hung free, unencumbered by the fashionable corset she always wore.

“Do ye remember what it’s called, when the man takes the woman in this way?” I murmured against her skin.

Was it my imagination, or did her pulse flutter as she swallowed? “The King’s Gambit, my prince.”

Was it any wonder I loved this position? Loved her?

I chuckled. “Good lass. Ye’ve been studying, just as I told ye to.”

My praise was what Clarissa needed; those wonderful little nipples hardened under my care, and she moaned again, pressing her arse back against me.

She sucked in a startled breath when she felt my cock already rock-hard and resting on the cleft of her arse. But the little wriggle and groan she gave was proof she was ready for anything.

I wanted to stroke my cock, but I forced myself to focus on her pleasure. The way she rocked against me as I squeezed and pulled at her tits, the sensual little noises she made as I reached between us to stroke Clarissa's cunny and play with her pearl, all told me she appreciated my thoughtfulness.

But we eventually reached the point where I couldn’t wait. Her moans had turned to frantic little gasps, echoing around the bathing chamber and pushing me right to the edge. I’d already twice had to command her to keep her hands on the wall when she reached for her own pussy.

We were both ready.

I clenched my fist around my cock, slowly stroking it against her arse. The way she gasped when the backs of my fingers brushed against her arsehole made me think she might be ready for even more instruction. Perhaps even Say Hello to Mister Walnut, which I’d never tried, but had always been curious about.

For now, though, I would take pity on her.

Putting my cock between her arse cheeks, I pressed them together and thrust a few times. It felt even better than the way she’d pressed my cock between her breasts two weeks ago, the bath leaving her skin slick and imminently fookable.

It was a new sensation for both of us, and I made sure to use my other hand to keep her pussy dripping wet. She gasped in time with my thrusts, until I decided we were both ready for the real thing.

Without warning, I crouched into position behind her, and pushed my cock up and into Clarissa’s ready and willing pussy.

Holy fook, it felt good.

Soon we were moving together, our grunts and moans in perfect harmony. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the feel of her pussy clenched around my cock, one hand bracing on the marble over her head.

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