#*giggles

She laughed. “Well, yes, but I have been taking to washing in an open body of water the last several months. I do love it, but nothing compares to a warm tub.” She hummed again as if to confirm her words.

Sandokan smiled against her shoulder, his hands coming up her thigh to rest on her knee.

“Are you telling me you don’t enjoy this bath?”

“Oh, I do.” The hand that had been resting on her knee now moved, achingly slow, up her inner thigh. “Especially if I get to do this.”

Her breaths came out sharp as his hand still slowly made its decent to its destination. Her breathy exhale as he found her center she was sure could be heard by anyone outside.

Sandokan had seen, explored every part of her, yet it was this, when he touched her like she was his, that completely undid her.

The feel of his hands on her most delicate skin would never leave her senses. As he continued touching her, her moans became louder.

His hand came to cover her mouth as her final cry of ecstasy came, mumbling the evidence of what he had just done.

Marianne left her head lulled on his shoulder, taking the hand that had just given her the most pleasure and kissing each finger.

Then she turned, straddling his lap, more water sloshed in the dirt below.

“The water is getting cold.” His words didn’t sound convincing.

The playful look she gave him said enough. “And?”