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That was one thing that we adjusted to quite happily. Not only did we now have regular access to
hot sex, we had developed enough intimacy and trust to play around and be a little adventurous. In
other words, I really did have a research assistant.
One night when I came out from the bathroom, I found him reading on his iPad in bed. We had
gotten into the habit of reading to each other, which I absolutely loved. He seemed totally engrossed
and I was curious.
 What are you reading that has you so fascinated?
 I m reading about Braxton and Alana, he answered with a smile, looking up.
 You re reading my book? I asked, grinning.  What do you think?
 I think this is one dirty book. I can t tell you how happy I am that my girlfriend wrote it, he
teased and I laughed.  I think we should do some research, he said suggestively, openly checking me
out in the Penn T-shirt and nothing else that I was wearing.
 Now? We have work tomorrow, I reminded him.
 So, we won t take all night. Although, we could, he added with a cocky smile.  Come on, what
do you have here we can test-drive? Lingerie, sex toys, edible panties?
 How about we just take that bath together? It s not kinky or adventurous but it s sensual and
intimate.
 Okay, I like you wet, he said with a flirty smile.
 How could I resist a smooth line like that?
I had a big, deep, old-fashioned claw-foot bathtub, perfect for the occasion. I pushed my hair up
into a loose ponytail, lit some candles, put on some music by Sade, and poured scented bath oil under
the flowing water. Then Adam and I took off the few clothes we were wearing and he got in and sat
back with a contented sigh. I slipped in after him, feeling the wonderfully warm water slide over my
skin as I settled in front of him between his legs, leaning back against his chest.
 Look at that. We both fit, I joked.  Must be the bath oil lubing us up.
 You re much more fun than a dump truck, he said with a laugh, reaching out and grabbing a bath
sponge and some body wash.  You know, I think I do like hanging out in bathrooms, he went on in a
low voice, his breath tickling my neck deliciously, and making my skin tingle.
 Great. I can t tell you how happy I am to hear my boyfriend say that, I teased, and then gasped as
he began making delightful little swirls with the warm, wet, soapy sponge against my nipples. I
swallowed hard and tipped my head back. He accepted my silent invitation and began gently sucking
my neck at the same time. I moaned and wiggled my bottom against him, making him groan in
response.
 Come here dirty girl, he said in a sexy voice, turning me toward him and leaning down to kiss
me full-on.
I loved the way he swept his tongue into my mouth, like he was staking his claim. I also loved the
way his wet and slippery skin felt against me, and I rubbed up against him like a shameless hussy. He
moved his mouth away from mine to kiss my neck again and then he paused to whisper in my ear.
 Your wet rack feels absolutely amazing pressed against me, madam.
 Why thank you, sir, I said with a smile, as I picked up his hand, and turned my head to look
deeply into his eyes as I slid his index finger into my mouth and sucked seductively. His breath
hitched and his eyes darkened and fogged with desire. When I popped his finger out from between my
kiss-swollen lips, he grabbed my waist and urged me onto his lap. I sighed with delight feeling his
hard-on pressing against me.  Oh my, you brought toys with you into the tub.
 You re more than welcome to play with my toys, he flirted back.
I purposely squirmed in his lap, leaned in to rub my boobs against him, grabbed his head and gave
him a hungry kiss, my tongue boldly exploring his cinnamon-tasting mouth. He kissed me back
greedily, grabbing and kneading my ass. I pulled back and gave him an amused look.
 What was that about, Mr. Grabby Hands?
 I m allowed. This is mine, he answered with a cocky grin, giving my bottom a firm squeeze.  Is
this how you sat in Mark s lap, by the way? If so, I might have to cut him some slack. This is pretty
hard to resist.
 Ooh, I like hard, I said in a sexy voice, scooting back a little, reaching into the soapy water, and
stroking his tub toys.
 You re very naughty tonight, he noted with a positively delighted look.
 I thought you wanted to help me research, I said, giving him a sexy pout.
 I do, he answered seductively, looking deeply into my eyes as I felt him reach between my legs
and begin brushing his thumb up and down against my clit.
I smiled and breathed in deeply, feeling my skin start to flush, and then I reached down with my
other hand and cupped his balls with my palm, massaging the sensitive spot just behind them with my
fingertips. He swallowed hard and his lips parted as his breathing quickened and became heavier. He
slipped two fingers up inside me, curved them forward and began stroking my inner wall, expertly
finding the right spot almost immediately. I whimpered a little and pushed my hips forward against his
hand.
Then I picked up the soapy sponge he had abandoned, squeezed some more body wash into it,
reached into the water and gripped him tightly at the base, sliding my fist slowly up and down his
swollen cock. He let out a ragged breath and a strangled sound.
 Oh, baby, yeah, like that, he groaned.  That feels so good.
I kept it up, twisting my grip around his shaft as I stroked him rhythmically and tried to remain
focused while he continued stimulating my G-spot. The song Fade into You by Mazzy Star started to
play and I leaned down and started kissing him again as we drove each other wild with our intimate
touches. It turned into a rather hot and heavy make-out session, while we tried to devour each other
and my skin began to feel like it was on fire, like I could sense every nerve-ending in my body.
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