Sutton wasn’t the least bit shocked. Thetub belonged to him and as such, the sides were taller than average. Themaids neglected to bring a stool. Alex couldn’t get her much shorter legsover the side.
“Is there a problem, Badger?”
“You know there is.”
He turned to her. She had pulledhis discarded shirt on in an attempt to cover her nakedness. The sheerlawn of his shirt clung to the curves of her breasts, billowing around herhips. The sight of her in his clothes, her nipples shadowed and pointedunder the shirt, aroused him more than mere nakedness.
“Will you help me into the tub?”She clutched the shirt. “I’ll take it off once I get in.”
“You’re being ridiculous. I’ve seen–“
Alex turned bright red. “I realizethat. But I am still not completely comfortable with…” She waved her armstowards the lower half of his body. “…all of this just yet.”
Sutton traced a finger down hercheek. “As you wish.” He picked her up and laid her gently in thetub.
She immediately sank down and gave agroan of satisfaction. Her eyes closed as the water came upto her chin. She slipped her head under the water, sputtering as she cameback up. A cake of soap made its way into her hands. Lather foamedbetween her fingers as she rubbed the soap.
“The shirt.” The sight of herlathering the bar of soap was giving Sutton all kinds of ideas.
Reluctantly she pulled the shirt off,struggling to use one arm to keep her breasts covered. Every time shemoved, a bit of flesh popped out. The entire display made him mad withlust.
Sutton took the shirt and flung it at thewall, where it made a loud, wet plop. His finger twirled through thewater in the tub, inching ever closer to her breasts. The water of thetub rose and fell over the mounds of flesh. Fascinated he watched as hernipples played hide and seek. He flicked the tip of one pert nipple withhis nail.
“Mmmm.” Alexandra looked as if shedozed, but he suspected she watched the progress of his fingers through thesoapy water. “I have a question,” she murmured. “Pleasedo not laugh. You must consider my inexperience. I have no one elseto ask and you appear to be highly educated in these matters.”
“Indeed.” He pressed her nipple betweenthumb and forefinger.
“Is it possible for,” she stammered and areddish tint rose from her breasts to her face, “for me to – well to dowhat you did – to you?”
It took a moment for Sutton to understandexactly what she referred to, as her breasts held his immediateattention. Alex never failed to surprise him. Or, to arouse him.
She gestured to his manhood, whichswelled rapidly under her studious intent. Sutton coughed. “Yes.” Hestepped into the tub. He was afraid he would explode if she touched him,let alone if she –
Inquiring fingers, slick with soap andwater, ran down the length of his manhood. Testing, touching. Sheplaced her hand around the base and gave a tentative squeeze.
Sutton moaned.
“Am I hurting you?” The small handfled back into the tub.
“No,” his voice rasped. “No, itjust feels…good.” He tried to keep his voice even.
She touched him again. “This is notat all the way I thought it would feel. I was given the impression fromAunt Eloise –“
“We must establish, Alex, that your auntgave you the worst possible information in regards to relations between a manand woman. Can we agree to discard her advice?”
She moved her wet, lathered hand up and downhis length.
Alex nodded and gave him a crookedsmile. “Agreed. I doubt she would have approved of this.” Herfinger ran back and forth over the head.
Dear God, was she trying to torturehim? Her nail rasped the sensitive underside of his hardened flesh.Sutton panted and gripped the edge of the tub.
Alex moved until she positioned herselfbeneath his legs. His arousal a mere inches from her lips.Her free hand ran up his thigh, swirling against the hair of his leg towardsthe sac that hung beneath.
“Is this right?” She squeezed.
Sutton held his breath. His arousaltwitched, as if desperately trying to get between Alex’s lips.
Suddenly, she let go.
