Arabella was right; he indeed planned to do this kind of thing.
Thoughts don't lie after all.
"Weren't you just going to help me bathe?" Arabella commented.
"I'm doing just that," Ferdinand said slyly.
He was growing more sly by the day.
He gently teased both of her nipples, rubbing them between his thumbs and index fingers.
"See? I'll need to clean these properly too," Ferdinand said.
Arabella gave him a look, but did not stop his hands.
It felt good after all. Especially with the soap making her body so slippery.
'Was this what he wanted to try?'
Ferdinand abandoned her chest just when it was getting good.
He lathered more soap on his hands and was about to apply it to her breast again, but stopped.
"Oh, right. I need to wash below too," he said, and spread the soap on her thighs instead.
He started from the lowest part he could reach while standing and up to her buttocks, squeezing them in the process.
The slippery soap made the sensation somewhat more sensual.
