Operation: Austin

Chapter Five Part Two

He made circles around their entirety, kneading them with his fingers, palms brushing across the surface. Then he finished by washing up around her neck with both hands and dropped his hands back downward, her arms returning as he went. His right hand reached down to cup her mound, washing her labia cautiously with his fingers and with his hand, pressing his c**k into her from beneath. Still, he allowed no penetration; he didn’t want her to have that release yet; her tension was building.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, again pushing back against him. She was trapped; his possession of her was obvious and welcomed. He was pleasantly surprised that she was shaved.

“No hair. I like that,” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she agreed, “I read that it’s better for models, so I started shaving last year. I noticed you don’t have any either! I didn’t expect that of you.”

“Well, I’m just full of surprises,” he replied. He directed the flow of water over her body with his hands, rinsing her completely. She spun in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, trapping his c**k against her hip. With her hands on the back of his head, she kissed him, the kiss going from soft to passionate as he let her set the pace. Their tongues tangled, and she winced briefly; a reminder she had not healed yet.

God, this woman tastes good, he thought.

Then she drew back.

“Now it’s my turn,” she grinned devilishly.

“You mean mine?” he tried to correct her.

“Nope,” she shook her head slowly with a sly, naughty grin on her bruised face. “My turn.”

He looked at her n*****s, Pink. So perfectly pink. His c**k jumped in arousal, and she giggled as she felt it.

Then she took his shoulders and turned him around to face the back wall again. The incongruence of what they were doing, the playful dalliance in the shower in contrast with the bruises and swelling still on her face, played heavily on his mind. He tried to push those thoughts down and focus on her, reminding himself that this was all new to her. As she enjoyed her exploration, she was learning her way through the process.

She picked up the soap and began lathering up his back and shoulders. She paused, her fingertips touching the fresh-looking scar on his shoulder, noticing its twin was on the front.

“What happened?”

Not wanting to lie to her, but not get into details yet either, he replied, “Work-related accident.”

She turned him around and looked him in the eye. “It looks like a bullet hole.”

He smiled and looked into her eyes. “Nothing to worry about. It went through.”

She shook her head and spun him back around, continuing her soaping of his body. She enjoyed the hardness of his muscles and the permission to explore. She raised his arms and soaped his armpits, the water cascading down both. As he did with her, she knelt and washed his legs and up the inside of his thighs. Parting his legs to give her access, she cupped his balls, washing them from behind as she weighed them and rolled them gently. From that position, she felt confident, and she reached through and stroked his hardness with her soapy hand.

“Oh! There you are, handsome! I could tell you enjoyed meeting my kitty!” She gripped him and pulled him down slightly. The tension on his c**k caused him to clench reflexively, and it bounced back when she released it.

“Oh, it’s so strong,” she reached through and did it again before moving on.

As she stood back up, she pushed him forward to lean against the wall, his legs still spread apart as she directed him. “Assume the position, Hero.”

She washed his butt, exploring and soaping his anus before standing him back up and spinning him around to face her. Repositioning herself close to him, their gaze met, and she was slightly embarrassed. She had taken liberties when she was behind him, but was now unsure as they faced each other. He just watched silently as she started to soap his chest, taking her time to palm his n*****s just as he had hers. She felt their hardness, and she spun them with her fingers. Their eyes reconnected as she continued down his belly, stopping near his groin. She glanced down at his erection, then back to his eyes, asking unspoken permission.

Reaching through from behind under the pretext of washing was not as overtly s****l; he could see the excited interest on her face, yet there was hesitance. She’s a good girl, he thought. This was outside of her previous experience, and she was not quite sure how to proceed in handling his c**k.

His hands reached up and cupped her face gently; he kissed her with explicit permission. The impish smile returned, and she extended her hand and wrapped it around the shaft. She realized he was not overly long; she had seen porn, but there was a thickness in her fist as she slowly stroked him from the base to the head.

She looked back into his eyes and made a shy admission. “This is my first time touching a man. You are thick, but I’m glad you aren’t huge; I’ve seen those enormous guys in videos, and they scare me. One of my friends was with a big guy, and she hurt so much afterward. He was rough and bruised her cervix. It is one of the reasons I’ve never had sex.”

He nodded his head and told her, “I understand. I’ve had friends tell me those stories also.”

This wasn’t the time and place to tell her about his adventures and lifestyle. It was enough for her to know he understood her concern. The implication was that if, or when, that happened between them, she would have as little pain and as much pleasure as possible. He was well aware from her comments that she was actively contemplating him being inside of her. That awareness aroused him more.

Their eyes never left each other as he put her hands on his shoulders. Then he reached around her waist and grabbed a handful of her ass with his left hand to control her, as his right hand slid between them, cupping her mound. After a couple of trips up and down her opening to make sure she was wet, his middle finger gently curled, penetrating her lips.

Her eyes got wide, knowing he was inside her with his finger for the first time. She was tight-lipped and very wet, and as he slid his finger up her slit to touch her c**t she jumped, releasing a shudder along with a sharp “Ah!” which caught her breath. His touch was intimate, but their eye contact made their connection even deeper. The energy they were sharing was palpable.

With his arm supporting her, his hand slowly began to massage her breast and n****e in a gentle circular pattern. She wiggled in his arms, seeking relief. He controlled her movement, holding her as she whimpered and moaned. Her arms reached around his shoulders as she helped to support herself, her knees giving way while he brought her to the top of her orgasm. She cried out as she reached her peak. Impossible for him to keep his hand on her as she writhed in his arms; she pulled away, the sensation taking over, and her c**t was too sensitive.

With his hand no longer on her p***y, she returned to their embrace, him supporting her. They stood there wrapped in each other’s arms as she recovered, recapturing her senses and breathing.

“Oh my god,” she breathed into his cheek. “It’s never like that when I do it myself!”

He chuckled, “Yeah, having a partner makes all the difference.”

After a moment for her to recover, he said, “Let’s get out and dry off. I’m hungry.”

She pulled back slightly so she could see his face. “What about you?” Her face was a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and disappointment.

“Someday,” he reassured her. It wasn’t rejection, just a postponement. He clarified, “For now, this needs to be about you.”

The look on her face faded from confusion to understanding and appreciation. She raised herself onto her toes and kissed him sweetly. “Perfect.”

No other words were required. They knew what had just happened, and both got what they needed. She needed some physical love to communicate to her that violence isn’t normal. She also wanted assurance that she would be okay; her fears of a life of abuse were not going to be her reality.

He desperately needed her to know there was no obligation between them; that s*x was not a price she needed to pay for him serving her. She could take what she wanted here and accept nothing she didn’t.

Jax ran into the room as they toweled off on the heated tile floors. The hay on his face and shoulders was a sure indication that he had been in the barn going after rats. Gary scolded him: “You better not have spread hay through the house; Carla will kill you!” Paige laughed and started drying her hair with a hair blower and a brush as Gary pulled on a pair of underwear and headed out to see what the dog had brought in.