She’s a strange woman, Robert thought. No one had ever spoken to him in this way. No woman had ever been so clear about what she wanted, and what she didn’t, or as confident in herself. Robert was happy for the moment to lead where she followed. If it led somewhere he didn’t like, he could always pull out.
“Turn over,” said Lady Deborah. She dribbled oil onto his shoulders. With her palms she spread it across his back, with firm yet subtle movements. She let more oil drip onto him, working it in, spreading it lower down, into the small of his back. Her hands were strong, so much so that sometimes he gasped as she found a tight or tender spot. She was getting right into the muscles, relaxing him, soothing away tension.
Her hands went lower, digging into his buttocks, working the oil over
