I grabbed the washcloth from the side, covering it in body wash and rubbing it across her back in slow circles until she was covered in suds. Soaking the cloth, I squeezed the water over her shoulders, letting it run down, chasing the bubbles from her skin. I couldn’t resist touching her, running my fingers down her spine, listening to her breath shift as I did.
“Is this okay?” I questioned, my voice low and husky as my lips found her neck.
“Yes.”
Wrapping a hand around her hip, feeling just how much weight she’s lost, I let my mouth drift down her back, my cock aching with need as it rubbed up against her ass. Lifting the cloth again, I moved it to her front, washing her neck and shoulders before lowering it to her breasts. Desperate to touch her, I dropped the cloth into the water and filled my hands with soap. Massaging her breasts slowly, I twisted and pinched her nipples with the slightest amount of tension, careful not to hurt her.
Frankie leaned back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. My mouth found her ear, where I nibbled on her lobe while my hands continued to worship her breasts.
“Oh God, Matt, that feels so good. I’ve missed you touching me.” She reached behind her, wrapping her hand around my cock, making me groan loudly. “I’ve missed touching you as well.”
My hands skimmed over her stomach, feeling the exposed scar that stretched the length of her stomach. She winced, and I froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“I hate it,” she admitted, sadly.
I skimmed my finger over the raised flesh. “It’s not going anywhere, Rogue. It’s part of you now. You bounced a bullet off your ribs, it traveled through half your body, and you survived. It’s a reminder of what a badass you are.”
“It’s ugly and huge.”
“Nothing about you is ugly. It will get easier, I promise. Soon you won’t even notice it.”
She began to slide up and down my length, taking her time to explore me. Thumbing the head of my cock, teasing my slit until precum leaked from me. I groaned into her neck as my hands snaked down to her soft folds. Slipping my fingers through them, her body bucked and her grip on me tightened.
“Open your legs.”
“Yes, sir.”
Growling against her skin, I kissed and nipped down her neck until my lips found her shoulder. She brought up her feet, letting her knees fall wide. She was so swollen that I cursed as I flattened my fingers against her clit and slowly circled. Her fingers dug into my thigh while she worked my shaft harder, pulling me so close to the edge, I had to grit my teeth to ward off my orgasm.
“I need more, Matt. I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“No, it’s too soon. One step at a time. How about I fuck you with my fingers?”
“Please. Now. I need you now.”
Sinking a finger inside her, she arched, pushing her hips hard against my hand.
“More?” I questioned, unsure about how much she could handle since her operation.
“More.”
I pushed another finger inside her and started to work them in and out of her at the same pace she moved over my length, our bodies rubbing together, the warm water sloshing around us.
“Fuck, Rogue, I’m gonna come. Tell me you’re nearly there?”
I pinched her clit and she screamed, her body tensing and her hips bucking against my hand as she jerked my shaft frantically, sending thick cords of cum across her back as she came loudly, her body twitching and pulsing until we were both spent.
Panting and breathless, we lay there for a few minutes, her hand still wrapped around my now softening cock and my fingers still buried deep inside her, neither of us wanting to move. Eventually, as the bath water cooled and I noticed her shiver, I found the ability to speak again.
“You okay, Rogue?”
“Tired.”
“In pain?”
She shook her head.
“How about we rinse off in the shower and get into bed?”