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I began slowly, starting at her shoulders, just as she’d done to me. Although I didn’t think washing her back would cause a reaction, I stayed in front of her just the same, reaching around. It brought us chest to chest, and I could feel her nipples pressing against me. They weren’t completely soft; however, it was no more than what a chill would do, and I wondered if her body was reacting to mine, or if it was just a chill.

“Are you cold?”

“N... no.”

So maybe it was me. I smiled as I continued to wash her, bringing my hands back to her front. I glided my hands over her breasts, massaging each one carefully to ensure cleanliness, and watched as each nipple became harder under my palms. Her breasts felt good in my hands, and I had to resist the urge to pinch the tips. She wasn’t ready for that.

Moving lower, I rubbed soap over her stomach before moving down to her legs. Her gaze followed me as I kneeled before her, working soap over her calves and thighs. She was doing well. Although she was breathing heavily, there was no note of panic in her expression.

I stood up, and added some more gel to my hands. “I’m going to wash between your legs now, Brianna. Remember to keep your eyes open and on me at all times.”

She took a deep breath and pressed her lips together as if bracing herself.

Making sure my eyes never left her face, I placed my hands on her ass. My fingers lingered, enjoying the feel of her in my palms before slipping into the crack separating her cheeks. She tensed as I neared her rectum, but I could see she was trying to stay calm.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

Keeping one hand behind her, I brought the other to her front and slipped it between her legs. I could feel the moisture from the water and some of her own as well, but it was minimal. As much as I would have liked to have dipped my fingers inside her, that would have taken a lot more preparation. Tonight was about getting to know each other’s bodies better.

With great restraint, I kept my fingers outside her warmth and finished cleaning her. Her eyes never left mine the entire time, and while her breathing had halted briefly when I’d lingered near her entrance, she’d not panicked.

I stepped back, instructing her to rinse. I took the shampoo and washed her hair for her. This time, I turned her back to me, and let my fingers massage and relax her. She leaned back against me, and I thought I heard a soft moan of pleasure escape her. I smiled and delighted in the moment.

After having her rinse the shampoo and conditioner from her hair, I shut the water off and led her out of the shower. She took the towel I gave her, and watching me start to dry myself off, followed my example.

By the time we were both dressed and under the covers—me in my bed and her on the floor beside me—I was smiling. She’d done well tonight. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Chapter Sixteen

Brianna

I woke up Wednesday morning on the floor beside his bed as I had for the last week. It was early. He was still asleep.

Last night had been... I couldn’t quite put it into words. I’d been so afraid that he’d call everything off when I’d started to panic, but he didn’t. He’d helped me just as he always did.

The shower was not what I’d expected. I’d assumed he’d touch me, but I’d not expected him to have me wash him first. His body felt so different, and yet so familiar, under my hands. I liked feeling his chest and back. Even his legs were nice. It was the rest of it that made me unsure. After the way my life had been for the last year, I’d not even considered being able to touch a man like that so freely, and yet, Stephan had allowed me to do so.

Washing him like that—feeling him in my hands—was different. I’d seen many different sizes and shapes of the male anatomy over the last year, but I’d never taken the time and actually looked. He was hard and yet soft at the same time, and every time I touched him, his penis would move.

I had to admit, I was nervous about washing him like that. Stephan had told me repeatedly he wouldn’t have sex with me until I asked him to, but what if I did something and he couldn’t control himself? That happened, right? But he’d just stood there while I cleaned him. I knew I shouldn’t have doubted him after everything, but I’d breathed a sigh of relief when I was finished.

The beeping of the alarm brought me back to the present, and I heard Stephan stir above me. Instead of waiting as I usually did for him to get out of bed, I dug my way out from under my blanket and knelt before the bed. He said he liked it when I knelt like this for him, and I wanted to give something back to him after last night. He was so good to me.

His legs came into view as he sat up on the side of the bed, but for a long moment he didn’t do anything else. I waited, a little anxious. It had been a while since I’d knelt for him like this, and I had no idea how he’d react. I hoped he’d like it. Then I felt his hands. I sighed, happy, as his fingers tangled in my hair. I’d missed this.

“Good morning, Brianna.”

“Good morning.”

“And to what do I owe this lovely sight of you kneeling before my bed this morning?”

“I wanted to say thank you for last night.”

“Is that all?” he asked as his fingers dug deeper into my scalp, making my body feel as if I was going to melt into his hands.

“No, Sir. I... I missed kneeling for you.”

“Hmm. Well, we will have to change that, then, won’t we?”

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