Abi grabbed the soap and, still holding his gaze, started to wash herself. Soap suds trailed behind the soap as she lathered her whole body, starting from her neck to down to her flat stomach, covering her slick skin with soapy bubbles.
Alex was the first to break eye contact as his eyes hungrily followed her hands. He imagined that his hands were the ones roaming all over her, imagined the taste of her skin and his body turned rigid. He couldn't believe this was the punishment Abigail came up with. This was indeed torturous.
After cleaning herself with the soap, it was Alex's turn to be washed. With the soap in her hand, she started to wash him but this was very different to the way she had washed him that first time they had a shower together. Unlike the brisk, no nonsense scrubbing she had conducted previously, this time was much more measured, sensual and intimate.
