*Senya*
“Open your mouth”. He says softly.
With my bare back against his chest and the water lapping around us with his movements, I do not hesitate to do as he bids. Taking a bite of the strawberry he places against my lips, I laugh as the juice dribbles down my chin. With his thumb, he turn my head toward him and licks me clean before delivering a kiss that very nearly
causes steam to rise from the tub.
After we had made love, he had called for a bath to be prepared. With sheets draped around me, I sat in a chair in the corner, facing the wall, nearly completely hidden from the servants who brought up the bathwater. Once they left, he shoved a small table against the large copper tub and brought in the offerings that had been laid out on the linen-covered table in the front room.
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