WARNING: Sexual content in this chapter.
Jacqueline awoke to the sound of Hans' deep breathing. His arm was still wrapped around her, his body serving as her source of warmth. She turned to her side and faced his rising chest as the morning light shined on her back. The blanket barely covered their bodies, so she decided to steal a glance at Hans' physique.
His skin was soft, yet tough to the touch. His chest was lean and compact, similar to that of a hard working man. His body was effortlessly elegant, with very little signs of aging. She had been with a few men before, but none as masculine and experienced as Hans. She knew that last night, something more than just sex had happened between them; as if a new door was opened. She had never been that intimate with a man before. When she did have sex, her partners were cold and distant, making her feel useless and unappreciated.
But Hans took gentle care of her, attending to every inch of her body. His touch was light, yet precise. A man as experienced as he has learned the right places to touch a woman – the places worth touching. They made love as one, came as one, and felt as one.
She looked at the man next to her, a man who has killed and strangled with his bare hands. Although he was one of the most feared men in France, she was not scared of him. She trusted him, and he trusted her. If she could forget the fact that he was a murderer, she would. If she could kiss away his scar and miserable past, she would. However, she knew that she couldn't change anything. She couldn't change the fact that his past has made him the man he was that day – a miserable, lonely man that no one else could see under his charming facade. But this was the man she loved. This was the man she has given herself to.
Her hand traveled down his torso, to that sensitive spot on his groin. Her finger teasingly circled around his manhood, while keeping a close eye on his rested face. He shifted in his sleep and grabbed Jacqueline by the wrist, stopping her movement. He opened his weary eyes and smiled down at Jacqueline.
"Good morning to you, too," he chuckled
"Did you have a nice sleep?" she replied, bringing a leg over his torso until she sat up straddled him.
"Hm, I did," he placed his hands on her thighs, moving them up and down to caress her skin
She could feel him harden underneath her body, and she grinded her hips ever so slightly to urge him on. She bent down and held herself up by resting her hands on his bare chest, lips hovering above his.
"So did I," she whispered, her hot breath driving him wild
His hand moved up the length of her body and snaked around her hair, pulling her down for an intense, wet kiss. He dreamed of her lips all night, feeling her against his mouth; around his cock. Their tongues met in her mouth, each relishing the other's taste. She continued to grind against him, making him let out a small moan. He broke the kiss and sat up, bringing her into a warm embrace.
Without warning, he rolled her off his body and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. Jacqueline sat dumbfounded on the bed, waiting for Hans to return. She heard the bath water running and walked into the washroom to find Hans testing the temperature with his hand. He looked up and smirked at her, holding out his hand. He helped her into the wide tub as the water level rose around their bodies.
The water was warm, but not scorching. Hans rested his back on the tab, and Jacqueline sat between his legs with her back against his body. She felt his aching erection against her back, so she shifted herself to tease him. He sighed at this movement and brought her closer to his body. He used his foot to stop the water when it reached his hips, and silence filled the room.
He dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear, lips brushing her earlobe.
"I do apologize for teasing you last night," he whispered
She sighed at the husky sound of his voice, "What do you mean?" She turned her head until his lips rested on her temple.
"You wanted to be touched here," his thumb circled around her throbbing clit, "But I refused,"
She moaned when his thumb moved faster. His middle finger moved along her opening, achingly slow. She licked her lips at the sensation between her thighs and her hips rotated, matching the rhythm of his thumb. She opened her legs wider, giving him more access. Her body was fully against his, and she could hear the small sighs coming out of his mouth.
She closed her eyes, the feeling of his fingers dancing on her most sensitive spot engulfing her every sense.
"Please," she whimpered as his finger entered her. She moaned a little louder, grabbing on to Hans' knees for support
"Do you forgive me?" he asked against her neck, fingers moving faster as one hand took hold of her left breast
"Oui," she muttered under her breath as he inserted another finger with, increasing his speed
"Louder, mon cheri," he bit her neck and suckled softly on the skin. He fiddled with her erect nipples as his thumb moved faster around her wet, throbbing clit. He could feel her tense up underneath him; her chest rising and falling quicker, her toes curling underneath the water. Her clit retreated from his fingers and her back arched against him, her mouth wide open.
"Yes, yes," she moaned even louder as she clenched and unclenched the fingers that were still inside her. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she struggled to find her breath. Her climax was intense and drawn out, longing to feel his length inside of her.
Hans chuckled behind her neck, bringing his fingers out of her and caressed her inner thigh with the back of his hand. He kissed the back of her head and smiled at himself for a job well done.
Without warning, Jacqueline turned to her knees and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He gasped at the initial contact and muttered something in German. Her petite hands wrapped around his thick shaft, moving up and down in an achingly slow speed. She bent down and planted a kiss on the head and heard a sigh escape from Hans' mouth. She licked the rim, then the length of his shaft before engulfing his cock in her mouth.
He rose slightly from the bathtub floor, moaning at the feel of her lips around him- the lips he has dreamed of for days. She slowly moved her mouth up and down his cock, savoring the taste of his manhood. He wrapped his hand around her hair and slowly started thrusting into her small, soft mouth. He leaned his head back against the tub and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation at the tip of his cock.
She started moving faster, her tongue teasing his head as she brought the foreskin back. He felt himself get tense in his gut – he had no idea she was this skilled. He wanted to thrust harder and faster into her mouth, but he didn't want to hurt her, either.
"Bitte," he muttered as she moved even faster, as if reading his mind. Her mouth, lips, tongue, and hand worked as one in helping Hans toward his climax. He held on to the edges of the tub for dear life as he felt a sharp pang run up and down his spine, through his legs and out the tip of his erection.
He let out a loud moan and came in her mouth. She rose proudly from her position and turned the faucet back on, filling the tub with more warm water.
They spent the next hour washing up and talking, their bodies revived with lust and energy after completing such an intimate act.
Jacqueline was in the bedroom wrapped in Hans' bathrobe as she flipped through the morning newspaper. The headlines said something about the Basterds being back in town, but she didn't worry too much about it since Hans told her it was a false alarm. She heard the sound of metal clinking in the bathroom so she walked towards the sound.
Hans was standing in front of the sink with a towel wrapped around his hips, hiding his manhood. His upper body was bare, and she loved the way he looked. His face was covered with shaving soap and he looked up at her in the process of sharpening his traditional shaving blade.
"Yes?" he smiled, admiring the sight of her in his bathrobe
She leaned against the doorframe and smiled back, "I've always admired the sight of a man shaving his beard,"
He chuckled and waved his hand, gesturing her to come closer.
"Have you ever tried shaving a man's face?"
"Of course not, but my father taught me when I was little,"
He smiled even wider and pulled her gently towards him.
He held out the blade and placed it in her hands, "Would you do me the honor?"
"Hans, you're insane. One wrong move and I can slit your throat," she retorted, handing him back the blade
"I trust you," he replied, grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against his body. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, leaving a spot of shaving soap on the corner of her mouth.
She wiped it off with the back of her hand grabbed the blade.
"Hold still," she tipped his head back with a finger and placed the blade at the base of his throat. In one swift, upward movement, she shaved off a section of his stubble. She repeated this until his neck was smooth as silk. She loved the sound of hair against the sharp blade, the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips.
She was approaching the last patch of unshaven skin, and she hadn't cut or nicked him. When she completed the last stroke, she sighed in relief and brought a warm towel to his face, wiping off the excess soap.
She stepped back and he looked in the mirror, running a hand over his face to inspect her handiwork.
"You're better than me," he said in a satisfied tone
She chuckled and washed off the blade, "Never make me do that again, understand?"
She put away the blade and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, hands still shaky. Hans looked up at her and grabbed her wrists. Her hands shook in his hands as he brought them to his lips. One after the other, he kissed her palms and looked up into her eyes, "Not if you don't want to," he smiled.
"Thank you," she replied, her hands calming down in his gentle grip. He let go and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her lovingly.
"You don't happen to have plans this evening, do you?" he asked
"What plans could I possibly have, Hans?" she rolled her eyes
He let out a small laugh and kissed her neck, "Mind me for being polite. Would you like to go out for dinner tonight?"
She sighed at his touch, "Oui,"
His lips crawled up her neck and to her jawline, "Excellent. We are to have dinner with Frederick Zoller and Joseph Goebbels,"
She lightly pushed Hans away and looked into his eyes in seriousness, "Zoller and Goebbels?" She knew they were two important people. Zoller being the infamous war hero, and Goebbels being the Reich Minister of propaganda – a man her father hated.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Non. It's just- why those two?"
"We have to discuss a premiere Goebbels is holding that's starring Zoller, and I would like you to accompany me," he closed the gap between their bodies and held her in a tighter embrace. "Is there anything wrong with me wanting to show you off?"
She felt his lips move up her neck once again and she was at a loss for words. Dinner with those men wouldn't been too bad, she thought – she had Hans.
The couple retreated to the bedroom and made love once more.