Chapter Eleven

The Other Side of the Door

Violet's POV

These were the times that I loved, the moments that I savored, when I could watch him, study him, without his knowledge or discomfort. I'd told him time and time again that his scars weren't off-putting to me, that I saw them as a reminder of a truly horrific moment in his life, and I hated the fact that they existed because he was hurt by someone that he should have been able to trust. That said, I loved to stroke them, to feel the baby soft texture of that skin on his face, but more often than not I made him self-conscious if I touched them. I had often wondered why, with his seemingly endless supply of funds, that he hadn't had them fixed to be less obvious, if they truly bothered him so much, but I hadn't ever asked him about it, because I was fearful that he would assume that I was suggesting that I wanted him to fix them.

There were several scars all over his body, some that were superficial; others that made me wonder how he'd managed to survive the wound. Those were the ones that bothered me when I looked at them, the ones that suggested that he'd been hurt very badly. It wasn't because I thought they were hideous or something stupid like that, no, it was the idea that he could've been taken, could've died, and I never would have known what it was to love and be loved by him.

I watched him closely, spellbound by the sight, as he ran his lathered hands, the hands that I loved so much, over his body, emphasizing the hard planes of his form, a body that was becoming as familiar to me as my own. He had his back turned to where I was standing, watching, and I admired the muscular tautness of his backside, reminiscing on the times that I had grabbed hold of it as he plunged within me, of the times I'd crossed my legs on top of it, drawing him in closer as he rode me into a rapturous stupor.

My mouth went dry as he briefly turned to the side while he applied more soap to his hands and his manhood was revealed to me in profile. Something during his shower had proven to be arousing to him, if the state of his cock was any indication, and I blushed, despite the fact that he hadn't seen me and even though we were the only ones in the bathroom. It wasn't as though I'd never seen him naked before, or in his present state of glory, but I was still embarrassed none the less.

I was dressed in the purple silk nightie that he had bought for me, a tiny scrap of nothingness that had probably been outrageously expensive and that felt like absolute bliss against my naked skin. I didn't dare to put on any panties when I came to bed anymore because he seemed to take it as a personal offense when I did so, and I was shockingly bared as I raised the sleek garment up to my waist, bunching it against my tummy as my other hand sought out the crux of my aching need, my fingertip teasing the tiny bundle of nerves that awaited my caresses.

Jack loved to watch while I pleasured myself, which made him on par with most other men in the world, but I usually felt too uncomfortable and wouldn't comply with his request that I do so in front of him. This was different though, this wasn't for any audience other than my own, and I wanted to sate my own lust at that moment, feeling perfectly safe and at ease, because I knew that he was completely unaware of my presence.

My touch grew more insistent, and my center grew more and more saturated with the nectar of my arousal, until I had to bite down on my lip to contain the pre-orgasm whimpers that were rising up out of me. I could feel myself moving toward the crest, just a few more strokes and I'd be there...and then Jack did the worst thing possible. He turned around and smiled at me, the smile that he knew had the ability to reach out and grab me right between my thighs, and that smile, that heated look in his eyes, paired with the sight of his growing erection and the frenzied movements I hadn't stopped, despite the fact that I had been caught, culminated in a release that was so intense that had I died right afterward, I would have done so with a blissful smile on my face.

I was torn between the impulse to flee the room as quickly as possible and the need to fall as though I was suddenly boneless to the floor, but in the end I simply stood my ground, the hand that was clutching my pussy dropping down to my side while the other hand loosed the purple silk that it had been clutching, causing Jack to frown disapprovingly.

"That's not fair at all, Dainty," he said, pressing himself against the glass of the shower door, magnifying the impressive arousal that I had admired while pleasuring myself. "You're not going to be mean and leave me in here all by myself are you?"

We both knew the answer to that question already. He knew that while I had temporarily satisfied my need for release, he could have me begging, my body quivering and aching for him in a matter of moments, and that it was only fair, since I'd been eavesdropping on him, that I be the one to initiate what would lead to our mutual satisfaction, rather than me always counting on him to be the aggressive one.

I grabbed the hem of the nightie in my hands and drew it up and off of my body, smiling as I saw his eyes widen, knowing that my nipples were already standing up like two little gumdrops. I walked over to the shower and opened the door, allowing him to move back and grant me admittance. He was so beautiful, an adjective usually reserved for an attractive woman or a sunset, but that was the word that came to my mind when I looked at him...beautiful. He twined his arms around me and pulled me up against his chest, bending his head to kiss me very softly, but also very thoroughly.

"Do you have any idea how much it turns me on to see your tiny finger rubbing up and down on your pussy?" he growled, thrusting himself up against the wetness that had seeped out of me, joined by the water that was raining down on our bodies. "I wondered how much of a show I was going to have to give before I managed to get you all hot and bothered."

I felt my face heat up and knew that a blush of embarrassment had more than likely colored me in a cherry red hue. "You knew that I was watching you?" I whispered softly, my eyes narrowing as he started giggling at my discomfiture. "You're not exactly an expert at moving surreptitiously," he answered. "Why else would I have had an erection in the shower, if I hadn't known that you were there?"

He yelped as I reached my hand up to his chest, and pinched his nipple. "Maybe you were getting ready to play with yourself," I answered, turning to run out of the shower before he could grab hold of me, which was definitely a mistake on my part.

"Gotcha," he said, grabbing hold of me around my waist, pulling me up against his body once more, his erection pressed firmly against my flesh. "What a naughty little minx you are," he whispered, turning me in his arms and lowering one hand to stingingly slap against my backside. "It looks like I'm going to have to punish you, and let me say up front that I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

His hand stroked my butt, soothing away the throb from his first swat, teasing me before smacking me again. "Please, Jack," I whimpered, wanting him to stop, but also needing him to continue.

He smiled down at me, his hand gently caressing my abused flesh. "Is that a 'please Jack yes' or a 'please Jack no'?" he purred.

I gasped as he lowered his mouth to my neck, nipping at my skin, running his tongue along each place that he bit, a salve lovingly applied to each mark. "I don't know," I moaned helplessly, writhing against him as his head dipped lower and his tongue grazed across my nipple.

His hand moved around from my tush, moving between my thighs which parted easily to afford him access to flesh that was still sensitive from my earlier ministrations. "What about now," he murmured, his finger lightly stroking my clitoris and then moving away, teasing me mercilessly. "Is it 'please Jack yes' or 'please Jack no'?"

"Please," I said, my voice shaking from the force of my need. "Pretty please, Jack...yes, please."

His fingertip found me, swollen and straining for his touch, and it wasn't long before I was screaming with release, shrieking his name as I rode his hand, my knees weakening and nearly giving out as wave after wave of climax gripped me. He held me against him, kissing my forehead as I shuddered from the aftershocks that always followed a phenomenal orgasm and once I'd calmed somewhat he reached over to turn off the water, which was starting to grow colder, and moved as though he were going to pick me up.

"Not so fast," I said, kneeling down to rest my knees on the cushiony mat that served the purpose of keeping either of us from slipping and smashing our fannies while we showered. His engorged arousal was right in front of my face, and it was my turn to grin as I raised my eyes in what I hoped was a seductive manner, opening my mouth to trace the tip of my tongue up his length, taking care to keep the touch very light and gentle. I continued to tease him, while his hands delved into my hair, while he tried to pull me into a more intimate encounter with his distended flesh. I resisted every overture on his part that I cease my playing, determined that he would beg me, just as I'd begged him.

"Don't tease me, Dainty," he moaned as I ran my mouth along his cock. "You know that I hate to be teased."

"I know sweetie," I replied, encircling him for just a moment before resuming the slow, tortuous licking that led north, and then south, which I was certain was pleasing to him, but which failed to satisfy him completely. "I would be happy to stop all this tantalizing. All you have to do is say the magic word."

His growl of frustration echoed in the shower, his hands tightened in my hair, but it didn't take long for him to surrender to me. "Please, Violet," he whimpered, his hands loosening as he caressed my skull. "Pretty please, with sugar piled up on top."

I took him into my mouth, my hand providing both the added stimulation of a caress, as well as acting as a barrier that would keep me from taking too much of him into my mouth. It didn't take much to gag me and I had no desire to ruin this moment by vomiting. I made love to him with my mouth, swirling my tongue up and around him, his moans of pleasure emboldening me through an act that was still somewhat foreign to me. I took it as a sign that I was performing quite well, despite my inexperience, when I lowered my eyes to see his toes curling into the mat that I was kneeling upon.

I sped up both the movements of my mouth and of my hand and his breathing quickened along with the change in pace, his hands tightening once more in my hair, his body unconsciously thrusting forward. His moaning increased, interspaced with gasps of my name as he told me that he was close, and implored me to release him, then he told me that I didn't have to keep my mouth on him, that he didn't expect me to 'do that' . I was confused as to why he would want me to remove my mouth from his flesh when he was so near his climax, and then it dawned on me that I'd heard things about how guys liked girls who would swallow, but that most girls refused to do so, preferring to spit instead, and I realized that he was under the assumption that I didn't want him to come in my mouth.

It was a ridiculous notion to me, the idea that I'd be offended by that. This wasn't some guy I'd met that day, a virtual stranger, this was my Jack, the man that I loved, and I wanted to pleasure him as thoroughly as he pleasured me. I raised my free hand to his buttocks, bringing him closer toward me and I continued to satisfy him until he convulsed against me, a shout of both relief and triumph echoing off the walls of the shower. He always cried out when his moment arrived, but now he sounded as though his heart had been ripped from his chest, but rather than be upset by that occurrence, he sounded downright jubilant.

He flooded my mouth with the proof of his relief and I lovingly savored every last drop, only then did I remove my mouth from him and raise my eyes to look at him. He looked very pleased, and very relaxed, but also slightly embarrassed. "You didn't have to do that," he muttered, lowering his arms to pull me up to my feet. "I'm not saying that I minded it, hell, I loved it, but I don't want you to think that it was something that I expected."

"I know that, sweetie," I answered, nuzzling my nose against his chest. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to, you know?"

He smiled at me and bent down to kiss me before scooping me up into his arms. He opened the door and headed for our bedroom, and my nipples tightened in anticipation of what lay ahead of me. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, walking over to lay me down on our bed. He had a look of tenderness in his eyes, but there was also determination lurking there as he placed himself between my legs, leaning down to nip each of my thighs. "Let's see if I can return the favor," he growled, and I'd have to say that he definitely accomplished what he wished as he proceeded to "return the favor"...and quite well, I might add.

I was making the bed when I heard a knock on the front door, and I wondered who could be paying a visit to Jack and me. My first guess was either Herb or Ida, but then I realized that if it were them Tootsie wouldn't be barking up a storm. She'd had several encounters with the kindly old couple that had always resulted in a treat of some kind, and I knew that she both liked and trusted them, so it had to be someone who was a stranger.

I cautiously approached the door, wishing that Jack were home, but he'd gone out to get supplies for us, and while he should have been arriving at any moment, it was up to me to answer the door. In all likelihood he would have advised me to ignore the knocking but I was kind of flighty at times, and I also had no desire to crouch in the corner trembling like a ninny until Jack got home.

I pulled open the door and the greeting that I'd prepared fell silent on my lips, my world seeming to crash around me as I looked into blue eyes that were very familiar to me, hardened now by a life that had proven to be a disappointment. "Hello there, Violet," she said, stepping forward to hug me. "How I've missed my sweet baby sister."