Chapter 419. Gotta Let Catherine Do All The Service With The Soap**

Chapter 419: 419. Gotta Let Catherine Do All The Service With The Soap**

The tension in the room became almost unbearable as Catherine poured a generous amount of the shimmering soap into her palms. Instead of rinsing it, she began to work it into a thick, frothy lather directly onto her own body.

William watched, mesmerized and helpless, as she massaged the soap over her massive, swaying breasts, her fingers kneading the soft flesh until it glistened with white foam.

The wet, squelching sound of her hands sliding over her own skin filled the quiet space, making his blood boil.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky, dangerous register. "Here I go~!"

She moved behind him, the heat from her body preceding her. William felt the sudden, overwhelming sensation of warm, soapy hands sliding over his shoulders.

The friction was intense, the lather creating a slick, sliding noise, shlick, shlick as she worked the expensive soap down his back.

"Ah—Catherine—" William groaned, his back arching involuntarily as her breasts pressed against his spine, the soapy friction sending electricity through his nerves.

"Shh, don’t speak," she commanded breathlessly. "Just feel."

She began to move with more urgency, her hands sliding from his shoulders down to his lower back, then up again to grip his hips.

The sounds in the bathroom became a symphony of arousal: the wet slap of skin against skin, the rhythmic creak of the platform, and Catherine’s own breathing, which had quickened into shallow, needy gasps.

"You’re so warm, William... so solid," she moaned against the nape of his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "I can feel your heart hammering through your skin."

"Does this feel good? Tell me it feels good."

"It’s driving me insane," he growled, his hands reaching back to find her thighs, pulling her closer.

The intimacy exploded as she moved around to face him again, the soapy lather now covering both of them, creating a slippery, heated barrier that made every touch feel amplified. As they joined, the sounds became raw and primal.

The marble chamber acted as an echo chamber for Catherine’s escalating cries and sharp, high-pitched moans that broke into genuine screams of ecstasy as William drove into her.

"Yes! Right there!"

"Oh gods, William, yes!" she shrieked, her nails digging furrows into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks that burned with pleasure.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding thwack and squelch punctuated her cries as she lost all semblance of the composed vice headmaster, becoming nothing more than a woman consumed by the fire he ignited within her.

The steam in the bathroom had grown so thick it felt like a physical weight, blurring the golden edges of the room into a hazy, intimate dreamscape. Catherine leaned over William from behind, her body slick with the expensive, frothy lather of the royal soap.

As she pressed her chest forward, the sensation of her soapy, full breasts sliding against the bare muscles of his back was so sudden and so intense that both of them flinched simultaneously, a sharp gasp escaping their lips.

The contact was overwhelming; the heat of her skin combined with the slippery, silk-like texture of the soap created a friction that felt like liquid fire.

"I can feel your tits on my back..." William rasped, his voice cracking.

The sensation was maddening; every time she breathed, the soft swell of her breasts moved against his shoulder blades, sending jolts of electricity straight down his spine.

Catherine let out a breathy, shuddering moan, pressing closer until there was no space left between them.

"How is it, sir?" she whispered against his ear, her lips grazing his lobe.

Her voice was thick with arousal, stripped of all her usual academic composure. "Does the vice headmaster meet your expectations?"

"It’s amazing," William groaned, his forehead pressing into the fur cushions as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. "Gods, Catherine, it’s fucking incredible."

Emboldened by his reaction, Catherine began to move. She straddled his hips from behind, keeping her front pressed against his back as she started to slide her body up and down.

The sound was unmistakable: a wet, rhythmic squelch slide, squelch slide, as the soapy lather acted as a lubricant between their bodies. The friction of her breasts sliding up his spine and then down again was a torment of pure pleasure.

"They’re... they’re sliding up and down on it..." William panted, his hips bucking involuntarily upward to meet her descent.

The feeling of her soft flesh moving over his skin was driving him toward the edge of madness.

Catherine heard the desperation in his voice and let out a low, throaty laugh, a teasing, predatory sound that made his blood sing.

"Really?" she teased, her hips never stopping their maddening motion. "Is that all you have to say?"

She leaned forward, her breasts grinding harder against his back before she reached around. "Your cock is already about to burst, isn’t it?"

"I can feel how hard you are through me."

Her hand found him then, her fingers wrapping around his massive length. Because of the soap still coating her skin, her grip was impossibly smooth and slick.

She began to stroke him in perfect synchronization with the movement of her hips.

Slap, squelch, slide.

The combination of the pressure against his back and the relentless, slippery stroking of her hand was too much.

"Ah! Catherine wait--" William’s words dissolved into a guttural moan as she increased the speed.

"Don’t wait," she commanded, her own voice breaking into a moan as she felt his arousal pulsing against her palm. "Don’t you dare hold back."

"I want to feel everything."

The bathroom echoed with the escalating sounds of their passion: the wet slap of her thighs against his ass, the rhythmic creak of the platform, and Catherine’s increasingly unrestrained cries.

"Oh gods, William! Yes!"

"Right there!" she screamed as she increased the pressure, her hips slamming against him with renewed ferocity.

The sound of her moans turned into high-pitched, keening cries of ecstasy that bounced off the marble walls, mixing with the heavy, ragged breathing of two people completely consumed by the raw, slippery heat of the moment.

Minutes later, the frantic energy of their coupling had shifted into something more languid and torturous. The steam had settled into a heavy mist that clung to their overheated bodies.

William lay sprawled on the fur-lined platform, his chest heaving as he tried to reclaim his breath, his skin flushed a deep crimson from exertion.

Catherine lay beside him, still glistening with the remnants of the scented soap, her hair damp and clinging to her neck.

Without warning, she shifted closer, her movements feline and deliberate. She lowered her head to his chest, the tip of her tongue darting out to swirl around one of his peaked nipples.

The wet, warm sensation made William flinch, a low growl building in his throat.

"Just lay back and enjoy it, sir..." she murmured against his skin, her breath hot and teasing. "You’ve done enough work for now."