Free Handfasted (To Love a Governess Novella) by Jane Charles

Katrina would not appreciate the results of her talented hand.   He pulled her from the bed and walked her to the tub. This time he was the one to settle into the water. It had cooled some, but not enough to affect his current aroused state.
    Without asking or being told, Katrina picked up the soap and began to lather his body.   As he had done to her, she washed everything but his private area.   His cock did not relax from lack of attention but strained above the water, jerking when her hands moved up his inner thighs.  
     
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    Katrina rubbed the soap in her hands until they were frothing and slippery and began caressing his sack. She read somewhere that men appreciated being touched here as much as their manhood.   He slipped further beneath the water but his appendage did not.
    His cock strained from his body as if it had a mind of its own and Katrina was fascinated.   The skin was so smooth yet beneath it was harder than any other part of the body except perhaps a bone.   The head was darker and velvety and she circled her fingers across the top, wondering if he would like that.
    Timothy lifted his hips and groaned again.   With one soapy hand she grasped the length of him and moved it up and down, trying to mimic what it would be like if he were inside her mving, while the other hand caressed the head.
    His hands gripped the sides of the hipbath, his knuckles growing white.   Katrina didn’t understand but assumed it meant she was doing something right.
    She didn’t think it was possible but he thickened beneath her fingers and she kept her pace even. Would she know when he peaked?   She read about men ejaculating and hoped it was as obvious as it sounded.
    Timothy grasped her hand and guided it up and down his shaft, quicker than the pace she was keeping.   Katrina didn’t mind. He knew what he needed far more than she did.   Her other hand abandoned the head of his cock and returned to caressing his sacks.   His hand moved faster over hers and his stomach muscles tightened.   A moment later he groaned loudly as his body jerked and everything happened as the books had described.   She kept moving along the length until he slowed and stopped her hand.   The books were accurate in this. She definably knew when the man peaked.
    His breath was ragged and he didn’t move for the longest time, his head leaning back, eyes closed. For a moment Katrina thought he may have fallen asleep.
    Timothy lifted his head and smiled. He grasped the back of her head, pulled her forward and kissed her with more emotion and passion he had as of yet.
     
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    Katrina woke the following morning to the sun streaming through the windows.   She wore her nightshift, as Timothy insisted, so that he was not tempted in the middle of the night to do what he promised he would not. He, however, wore no clothing, preferring to sleep this way.   He lay on his side, one arm over her waist, a hand cupping her breast and the solid length of him pressed against her backside.   If it weren’t daylight she would roll over and explore as she had done the night before.
    Instead, she gently pulled away and got out from underneath his arm and disappeared behind the screen to relieve herself . When she reemerged, Timothy had rolled onto his back, one arm above his head and the other across his belly, still asleep.   His ridged member caused a bump in the otherwise smooth sheet.   She moved closer to the bed.   There was blond stubble on his chin and her heart lurched.   He was the most handsome man she had ever met, and the most wonderful. She should have known when she decided to seduce him her heart would become involved.
    Katrina reached out a hand to caress his cheek but stopped herself. She didn’t want to wake him just yet.   Besides, she wasn’t fooling herself.   She had started falling for Timothy the moment he walked in the store and fell a little more each day. By the time they were handfasted, she was