forth over it, surrounded it and squeezed gently. Her skin confined her too tightly, drawing her into an arc of tension. He rubbed harder, driving her deeper into the chaos of need, until she suddenly exploded with a scream of delight. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, one after the other. She throbbed with it, clenching and releasing spasmodically. When she finally relaxed and her breathing returned to something close to normal, she opened her eyes to see him watching her. The joy and satisfaction on his face made something clench in her chest. Love for him flooded her being, overwhelming all else. Whether or not they had a future together—and she would do all in her power to try to ensure it—even more important to her was that Jeoffrey should have what would make him happy. He lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a warm, soft cloth, patting it gently against her to absorb the remaining water. Her legs wobbled and she could barely stand, but he steadied her as he led her to the bed. She sat on its side. Jeoffrey brought another cloth and toweled her hair until all the excess water was gone from it and the strands began to curl gently. Then he pulled the damp cloths from her body and left her sitting nude on the bed. She reached for her nightshift, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Nay, I’m not finished yet.” She watched him go to his garderobe and reach for something at the bottom of it. He pulled out a small glass jar with a cloth stopper. When he removed the cloth, the heady aroma of an exotic perfume drifted from it. “What is it?” she asked, basking in the lovely fragrance. “Oil of sandalwood. I bought it from a trader some months ago but had forgotten it until recently. He said he brought it from Persia.” He put his finger over the top and upended the jar for a moment. He came to her side and ran the oil-coated finger along her throat and down between her breasts. The aroma hit her even more strongly, dazzling her sense of smell. The smooth glide of it on her flesh roused fresh tingles of anticipation. He eased her back until she lay sprawled on the bed, then he began anointing her all over with the oil. His fingers slid over her flesh in an uncommonly easy, gentle glide. He circled her breasts, spiraling in toward the center until she tightened to near unbearable tension in anticipation of his reaching the tips. And when his slick fingers did finally brush across them, she moaned in delight as pleasure again struck into her. By the time he’d gone up and down her legs, into her slit and out again, she could hardly bear it. Just when she was sure another stroke would make her explode he stopped and kissed her. Without his asking she knew what he wanted. She sat up and pushed him back onto the bed beside her. The oil felt sensuously slick and heavy against her finger when she tipped some out. It let her fingers glide against his skin in a way they never could otherwise, bringing a whole new dimension of pleasure in touching him. The aroma ravished her senses and lifted the experience into something sublimely removed from everyday life. She made spirals on his chest muscles, working in toward his nipples just as he’d done with her. He groaned when her oil-smeared palm glided up the length of his cock and then down again. Its heavy length throbbed wildly in her hand. He couldn’t bear it for long and soon pushed her back down and positioned himself over her. With the oil easing its way, his cock slid into her easily and more freely than normal. He took his time with the strokes, moving in and out on a slow rhythm that let pleasure and tension build farther than she thought she could bear. Finally they yelled at the same time. He spilled his seed into her just as the stars burst once again in her brain and pleasure drowned her in wracking sensation.
The next morning he requested her assistance with some business matters needing attention. She followed him