Her knickers had lace on them too.Her knickers had lace on them too. She liked lacy things. And from Percy's eyes, she could tell that he liked 'em to. She reached up and grasped the lapels of Percy's coat and pulled him off balance against her. He looked a bit startled for a moment, then he settled himself against her, pressing his hardness into her yielding belly. "Now, m'lord, d'ye think we might retire to me room, or per'aps ye'd prefer to visit the baths." She knew how much he liked cleanliness. And it was a treat to be able to play in the warm water. "Aye, lass, I think that be a grand idea." His hands were warm on her waist as he pulled her tighter to him. Her breasts tingled where they were mashed against his broad chest. He plunged his mouth down over hers and she opened her lips to suck in his fiery tongue. He tasted of whiskey and cigars. She groaned and wriggled against him. If he kept at this, she'd be wanting to tumble them into the bed rather than the tub. The heat and tugging in her pussy was making her impatient and greedy. She tangled her hands in his hair and tried to reach deeper into his mouth with her tongue. Percy pulled back and grinned down at her. "You seem a bit in a hurry, sweet lass," he said softly. He grasped one ample hip and squeezed hard, thrusting his cock against her mound. "I want the same. And soon. But your baths, Gemma, are more pleasure even than this." She needn't be told twice. Slipping out of his arms, she led him to the bathing room. A huge wooden tub stood in the center of the room, already filled with water. She dipped her hand in it. Not quite hot enough. She opened the spigot that led from the large boiler on the stove in the corner and watched as the scalding water poured into the tub. When the temperature of the water in tub satisfied her, she turned off the flow and refilled the kettle. |