He pulled back from her welcoming body, but long enough only to tear the constricting clothes from his own. He watched her rake her gaze over his chest, before fixing it upon his groin.
He stifled a groan and clasped her outstretched hand before she managed to rip all control from him. “Later.” The word rasped against his throat. “First, we bathe.”
“We could bathe afterward.”
“For once,” he said, as he led her to the steps descending into the bath, “obey your master without question.”
The teasing smile on her face vaporized as her toe hit the water. “It’s hot.” She sounded aghast, as if she’d never before experienced such a thing.
He knew she hadn’t. And yet her Latin was so perfect, her beauty so refined, it was hard to remember she was a primitive Celt and not a Roman noblewoman.
“You’ll enjoy it.” He took her free hand and urged her toward him. Gingerly she took another step, and the water lapped over her ankles.
“I’m enjoying it already.” She continued toward him, and, as the water enclosed her, her face radiated sublime pleasure. “I’ve never copulated in water before. Have you?”
The curve of her succulent rear filled his hands, although he had no recollection of sliding his arms around her.
“Not recently.” Not since he’d been thoroughly seduced in his family’s bathhouse at the age of fourteen by a beautiful slave girl of his mother’s.
“Oh.” A frown flicked over her features as if the thought displeased her. He squeezed her tempting globes, simultaneously forcing her pussy to rub against his rigid shaft. Her frown vanished. “Then at least I know such a feat is possible.”
“It’s possible.”
“I want to make love with you in every possible way.”
A heat, which had nothing to do with the steaming bath, pulsed through his blood, stiffening his engorged cock to an impossible degree.
“That can be arranged.” He cradled her bottom, caressed her smooth, wet skin, and attempted to recall what he wanted to do with Carys.
Her fingers stroked his neck and speared through his hair, and her stiff nipples rubbed and jerked against his chest with every tantalizing move she made. And then her lips found his, so sweet and right, and her tongue demanded his surrender and he acquiesced to her invasion as she probed, explored and sought to conquer.
He thrust back, sliding along the length of her tongue and penetrated her mouth. Her moan vibrated through his brain, and his hands roamed over her back and shoulders, before once again gripping her delectable bottom.
Her fingers dug into his scalp, an erotic agony, and then she powered into him, knocking him off balance, sending his arse sliding onto the step of the bath.
Winded, he attempted to regain his footing and his dignity but Carys’ hold around his head tightened, and with a hop she wrapped her legs around his hips, bracing her feet against the step.
Gods, she was seducing him. Sharp arrows of fire ignited his groin, hardened his balls, and a primitive growl seared his throat as her hot slit teased his engorged head.
“Is this good for you?” Her panted question made no sense. He grunted in response, jerking his hips in an effort to slide into her welcoming heat.
Her thigh muscles flexed, and she evaded his tactical maneuver.
“Do you like the feel of me on you?” she persisted, and he stared at her through a haze of red-tinged lust, incomprehension pounding with every thud of his heart.
“Yes,” he snarled, since she clearly required an answer. “Do you like the feel of me?” He neither expected nor required a response. All he needed glittered in her passion-filled eyes.
“I love the feel of you.” As added torture, she ground her hips, sweeping her pussy across his straining shaft. “Your cock fills me, in a way I had never before imagined.”
He gripped her bottom, a warning that he was on the edge. “Then let me fill you again, Carys, to remind you how much you need my cock inside you.”
With a ragged gasp she plunged onto his shaft, so sudden, so exquisite, his sanity shattered.
“So big.” Her hands slid down his neck, and her fingernails gouged his flesh. “All I can feel is you.”
And all he could feel was her tight channel clasping him, sucking him into a haven of pure sensation.
Her thighs flexed as she raised her hips, bracing her weight against the step upon which he sat, fucking him as if she were a water nymph and he her captured mortal.
He leaned back against the side of the bath, soaking in the sight of her straddling him, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts tantalizingly close to his mouth as she plunged along the length of his shaft.
“Tiberius,” she panted, as she sank onto him, taking his entire length into her body. An involuntary groan shuddered along his throat.
“Valerius.” She retreated, until only the tip of his throbbing head remained clasped inside her wet cleft.
“Maximus.” She thrust down violently and flung back her head, lips parted, eyelids fluttering, as her glorious pussy clenched around him in endless waves of infinite delirium.
He gripped her hips and plowed into her, his cock pulsating with primeval intent. Rome receded, the Empire crumbled, but none of it mattered because all that mattered was that Carys was here, safe with him, and fucking him as he had never been fucked before.
His frenzied thrusts claimed her, branded her, and finally filled her with his scorching seed. One hand tangled in her hair, grasped her head and forced her to him so he could taste her lips, savor her tongue and devour her sweet cries of passion.
Eternity shimmered in the heated air, nebulous and fragile. The lingering scent of lust filtered into his sated limbs and cocooned his drifting mind.
Carys.