Startled, she sat up and tried to cover herself, but she couldn’t seem to cover all of the parts she wanted to hide from him, at least not adequately. “What are you doing?” she demanded when he walked towards the bath. A moment later, the black silk was gone, dropped to the floor and his entire body was available for her viewing.
She pulled back, shocked by his nakedness. And equally shocked that his enormous body was in proportion…everywhere! His male member was standing proud and firm, and in full view as he stepped into the water.
There was no escape! She couldn’t even hide her own nakedness from him as he walked through the water towards her.
“What are you doing?” she demanded again, breathless but unable to look away.
He took her hand and kissed her fingers, but this time, he didn’t release them. “I’m joining you in your bath,” he stated with a tone that sounded like she should have understood his actions.
“But…why?” she asked desperately, wanting to pull away from him, but where would she go? She tried to close her arms over her breasts, but he wouldn’t let her do that. He took her hand, even lifting her up so that she was standing in front of him. “I thought…”
“I know what you thought,” he told her as he looked down at her naked breasts.
“Then…why are you here?” she asked, almost sobbing as her nervousness came roaring back. He was just so tall and so…big! The man was huge…everywhere!
She tried to back up, but he shook his head. Shifting slightly, he sat down on one of the under-water benches, pulling her onto his lap. Shantra was confused and not sure how to avoid that part of him that was pointing at her. She tried to sit on the end of his lap but his hands pulled her hips forward so that her bottom was snuggled right against that part of him. She was so surprised, she couldn’t stop her gasp as her bottom touched him so intimately.
“Relax, Shantra,” he coaxed, as his hands glided against her arms, his head bent lower to kiss her shoulder. “I’m not going to do anything at the moment except touch you.”
Shantra wasn’t sure this was a good idea. No man had touched her like this. She’d snuck a few dates at college, but she’d been so worried about her brothers finding out that she’d cut them short, not wanting to violate the rules she’d grown up with. It hadn’t been worth it either. The men she’d finally gone out with weren’t very interesting once they’d started talking.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, as he kissed her neck.
She fisted her hands on her knees, not sure what to do with them. “I was thinking about how no man has ever touched me like this, and I’m not sure if I like it.”
He laughed softly. “I’ll have to figure out other ways to touch you,” he said with his lips close to her ear. “What about this?” he asked as his hands moved down her back.
Shantra was so surprised by that touch that her back arched. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped and looked behind her. But then his hands moved to the sides of her back, up and down, up and down. Shantra had no idea how to move, but the feeling overrode her nervousness as a different kind of tension filled her.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. Why was it so hard for her to speak, she wondered?
“I’m touching you,” he replied back. His hands then slid to her sides, barely brushing the sides of her breasts and she gasped, shocked and more than a little horrified. “Relax,” he told her and nipped at the tender skin on the back of her neck. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
“I don’t like this,” she exclaimed when his fingers moved along her waist, almost touching her breasts this time.
He laughed softly. “Yes you do,” and his hands moved lower, skimming along her outer thighs.
She shook her head almost violently, but then his hands slid upwards again, his hands actually touching her this time. Not her nipples though. She gasped and, unconsciously, pressed her back against his chest, her head falling against his shoulder.
Her hands grabbed his wrists but she wasn’t sure if she was holding him away from her breasts or keeping his hands there. When his fingers opened up, almost touching her nipple, she whimpered, her bottom shifting on his lap. “What are you doing to me?” she asked, her mouth falling open as a strange need curled in her stomach.
“I’m just touching you,” he said softly, his voice deeper now.
She didn’t think there was any “just” about what he was doing to her, but her body couldn’t handle his touch and think at the same time.