Chapter 124: Wash Me, Hardwood

Turning to look at Isolde, who held the hem of his shirt, Ben could see it took a lot of effort on her part to let herself be this vulnerable.

It wasn’t even as if he wanted to leave; no one would want to be separated from such a bundle of sexiness. But there was a lot he needed to do. When everything was in place, Ben Dover planned to get an estate of his own, or several of them, where he could do as he pleased.

He had no particular liking for the Wolfe estate, just the people in it.

Of course, all that was important, but when a beauty tells one to stay in such a state, the sensible thing to do was to stay. And Ben Dover saw himself as quite sensible indeed. The Wolfe estate could wait another day; his services were needed here.

"Okay."

Ben replied simply and sat back down on the mattress, looking at Isolde with an amused smile on his face. Isolde, whose body had reacted faster than her proper thoughts could catch on to, was both happy that Ben had decided to stay and embarrassed that she had acted so boldly.

Still, she cared little for appearing so needy; Isolde was finding so much satisfaction in letting her own happiness, needs, and wants take priority, and she needed this person to stay with her, for as long as she could keep him.

Isolde felt the butterflies in her tummy flutter; a quiet happiness bloomed within her as she relished the comforting presence of Ben. Soon enough, she was done with her breakfast, and Ben cleared out her and his dishes even with her insistence that he didn’t, stating shamelessly that she would be needing all her strength soon enough.

Isolde, who understood Ben’s meaning, was both excited and quickly becoming horny with Ben’s blatant intentions. It was like her body had been opened up to a part of her that had long been starving; and every part of her craved to be explored by every part of him.

Once Ben returned to the living room, he was informed by the attendants that they had prepared the bath before they exited at Ben’s command. Even though they didn’t know who Ben was, after they accidentally saw him in the act with the lady the other night, they knew he was someone quite close to her, the white widow.

Ben didn’t think much about the attendants, since most servants are sworn to secrecy, and it’s not like they actually saw his cock. What they would think was that they both were exploring the usual alternate ways by which pleasure is still derived in this new world between a man and a woman.

The attendants had tidied the living room before they left, clearing out the dishes as well. Ben simply returned to the bedroom, went to Isolde and lifted her in a princess carry, causing the lady to blush in shock and excitement.

Following the direction of Isolde, who whispered shyly in his embrace, Ben reached the bath. And inside was a similar setup to what he was used to in this world. A hole in the ground paved with sharp, smooth stones and filled with water. At the edge of the bath were some sheets as well as a small jug of body ointment and a washcloth.

As Ben reached the edge of the bath, Isolde dropped the sheet covering her naked form, her supple, heavy breasts coming flush against Ben’s chest. He lowered her into the water, Isolde landing feet first as she wrapped her arms around herself shyly.

"We... we are just going to bathe, okay?.... Don’t be having any funny ideas, Hardwood." Isolde said to Ben as her cheeks flushed red in the water. Ben smiled and proceeded to remove his shirt and pants, standing naked in front of Isolde.

The first thing Isolde’s gaze was drawn to was Ben’s hard cock. A look of surprise instantly bloomed on her face at the size, which was bigger than she had imagined. After Ben had penetrated her the night before, Isolde had dreamt about his cock, picturing what it looked like even in her waking moments. But the penis before her was clearly bigger. She shook her head, thinking she must have underestimated the size by looking before. After all, though she didn’t know much about peni’s, she knew that just like the female privates, it does not suddenly get bigger past maturity, not to mention overnight.

However, soon the shock from seeing Ben’s size was transformed into a burning arousal; her petal below throbbed heatedly, her cheeks flushing with steaming redness, arousal flooding the warmth between her thighs in wetness as she watched Ben’s cock and toned physique with hungry lust.

Ben stepped into the bath, his hard, throbbing cock parting the surface of the water as he moved towards Isolde, her arms dropping to reveal her full glistening breasts, pink nipples taut and ready, her loins steaming as she watched Ben approach in hunger, eyes glazed over with lust and recollection of the night before, her petal throbbing in expectation.

However, what Ben did next was equally surprising. As he reached in front of Isolde, instead of bending her over and penetrating her as she expected, as she hoped for, Ben reached behind Isolde to the washcloth on the ground edge of the bath, grabbed it, and doused a generous amount of the bath ointment on it, then starting with Isolde’s arm, he began to wash her slowly, with his hard length literally pushing into her belly.

"What... don’t tell me you were expecting something else?"

"Weren’t we just going to bathe?"

Ben teased Isolde back as he washed her flawless skin slowly with the cloth. Isolde looked even more flustered and embarrassed as she kept her head bent, relishing being pampered by Ben this way.

Ben did a slow wash around Isolde’s neck, down her chest, between and around her heavy breasts, teasing and rubbing the nipple as they shined decliciously, and to be fully thorough, he brought his mouth and tongue to lick and suck on her tits, alternating between them as he washed lower down the warmth between her thighs; Isolde moaned in ecstasy as her body arced in electric bliss.

"Nnnnh!....yes!.....wash me, Hardwood...!"