Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 16

Welcome to the next part in my Wednesday Briefs flash fiction serial, Innocence & Carnality! Each chapter has to be between 500 and 1,000 words and this week I chose the prompt, use “As the sun sank lower, the night’s mystery deepened.”

Rother and Nathan continue to get to know each other in the bath.

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Part 16

“Are you all right?” Rother asked.

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

I felt oddly ashamed after we came down from the high, our bodies still entwined. This was my husband, so there shouldn’t be any guilt, but it lurked under my chest. Enjoying he touch of his skin brought up all the shame of my adolescence, but the sanction to finally indulge myself dampened it. If only it could erase it outright.

Rother placed the soap bar in my hand. “Now that the urgency is off, it’s your turn.”

My chest seized in a moment of panic, but his sated smile defused it. Swarthy and handsome, Rother was stunning in the afterglow. I held onto the image. Being comfortable with this new aspect of my life would take some time.

Unfamiliar with this ritual, I worried I would either touch him too weakly or scrub him like a dirty pot. Not that I had experience with either. I mimicked his previous movements on me, dipping the soap in the water and rubbing it into his chest. As I explored, the dark hair fascinated me; my own was limited and barely visible. I watched the wet fur move about in the suds broken only by the dusky nipples peaking through. I grazed the bar over the right nub. The purr emanating from my husband told me I was learning well.

I washed his arms and worked down his stomach exploring the ridges. When I reached his hips I stopped.

“Keep going. Wash every part of me,” Rother said.

Considering what we’d shared earlier, I felt foolish that I needed permission to continue. Would my years of repression continue to stay my shaking hand? I wanted to know more, but the prospect frightened me. What if I did it all wrong? Would he make me stop?

“Your touch is perfect. I want to feel more,” he whispered.

Taking a deep breath, I went further. I stroked the bar into the thatch of hair and found his organ, still swollen yet only half awake. His sleeping thickness in my hand thrilled me, but still sparked a sense of shame. I refused to allow it to stop me as I traced the foreskin’s edge and the snaking veins under the pretense of cleansing. After carefully soaping the length, I examined the heft of his sack and traversed below finding the same orifice he teased on me. Rother raised his legs to give me access barely long enough to clean him. His legs were also a treat. Cords of muscle drew long lines to his feet, which were not ticklish in the least.

When I finished, Rother collected the soap and washcloth from me. “I believe I missed a spot.”

I gripped his shoulders as he ran the lathered cloth over my privates. He hadn’t managed earlier given how heated things had become, but I swore this time was more about play than getting me clean. Once he was done, I was well aroused after all the physical contact. We turned the water on again long enough to rinse as we took turns washing each other’s hair. The foreign scrub of his fingertips on my scalp was magnificent.

When Rother pulled the stopper, letting the water begin to drain, I wanted to cry. The tub was the first place I could give voice to my inner self. Watching my sanctuary vanish disturbed me.

Chuckling, Rother must have read my expression. “Don’t worry. We’re not finished yet.”

Viewing his climb out of the water stalled every negative thought. Glistening and dripping off every ridge, he moved with a purpose, making me wonder if it was natural or if he was still performing a show for me. Even his flawless behind was a study of sculpted anatomy. I was still fixated on his physique as he helped me out, the cooler air drawing a shiver over my skin. The sight of large pools of water all over the floor warmed my cheeks; apparently our bathing games had been more vigorous than I realized.

Towels hung from the tray with all the bath accoutrements and Rother wasted no time snatching one, and rubbed the fluffy fabric over every inch of my body. He seemed to take great pleasure in it. Once I was warm and dry, he handed me a fresh towel and guided me to reciprocate. I was hesitant at first, but steeled my courage to do the job well.

Hanging the damp towels over the edge of the empty tub, Rother took my hand. “I think it’s time for us to get comfortable.”

I would say as the sun sank lower, the night’s mystery deepened, but the drawn shutters left my sense of the hour back on the street. Moving backwards with his hands in mine I followed Rother, mesmerized by the sway of his organ between his thighs with each step. My giggle had to be stifled, an inappropriate reaction to the glorious sight before me. A new found arousal was taking hold of me and there was no hiding it. In fact, it took a great deal of restraint to prevent me from covering my sex which grew harder under his fixed gaze.

“I knew your stamina would be worthy.” Rother appeared amused, if his smirk was any indication. And the way he wet his lips… I shuddered.

Leading us into the bedroom, the fireplace basked every corner with a sultry heat.  The flames’ glimmer turned the bed’s pure white comforter into a golden cloud of promised heaven. Rother rearranged the pile of pillows and drew back the duvet. The lusty stares he’d given me from the beginning had yet to falter.

Pulling me close, he aligned the lengths of our bodies against each other. The kiss of his skin gave a different sensation out of water. I could feel his organ swelling as it rose to meet mine.

“Now we’ll have room to roll around a bit.”

Check back next Wednesday for the next installation… Be sure to take a read at the other briefers free reads this week here: Wednesday Briefs