...with lots of sex

Groaning, legs and arms drained, eyes opening and closing with immense weight, Aaron awoke. He lifted his back from the ultra warm mattress, blinked several times, and turned to his right. He saw a blinding figure, seemingly protected from the sun, standing in front of the window.

Cassandra Cain, a.k.a. Kasumi, the Nothing, Black Bat, Orphan, and the fourth Batgirl. He learned a lot about her the past five days. Not just her body but her history as well.

Yes, he spent his entire long weekend fucking her. Five whole days. They had the occasional break, of course, drinking water and ordering food and talking about her life. But once that was done, they were all over each other.

One thing about Cassandra was that she spoke with actions rather than words. For example, she loved to smell him and absorb his odour and natural scent. She was especially addicted to the masculine, enslaving stench of his cock, finding it delicious beyond reason.

On this serene Tuesday morning, she was unexpectedly silent. Well, she was generally a quiet person, but that wasn't what Aaron meant. He could read her body, every little twitch and expression, and understand it to a tee. His gaze went up and down her naked figure and found shivers of anxiety but nothing more.

Having taken in her seventy unique positions, including anal, there wasn't much she could keep from him. If he felt like it, he could fuck her to get what he wanted. He contemplated doing just that but after much thought he decided not to.

"You need to go back to work," Aaron deduced. Cassandra turned the side of her face and smiled faintly. "That's alright. I have to work in about an hour too." He jumped from his bed and stretched his spine. He could feel Cassandra's burning stare at his flaccid cock and lean muscles. Empty pizza boxes were strewn around the room and he stepped over them to reach the bathroom. He stopped as he breached the door. "Care to join me for a warm shower?"

Cassandra blinked from the window to the bathroom in a second. Aaron smiled down at her and the two set foot into the shower stall together. Intended for one person at a time, they didn't have much space to move. Facing each other, his hanging cock lightly touched her stomach. The warm water rained down on them and Aaron felt his hair quickly growing silky wet.

"By the way," Aaron began, "this is not a two hour spiritual meditation. This is going to be an actual shower."

Cassandra grumbled but accepted his terms.

Things were peaceful at first. He and Cassandra worked in perfect sync as they cleaned each other, like they had been dating for years. His fingers stroked her black hair, rinsing it, and applying shampoo. She did the same for him, though he had to lean down. There was a six inch gap in height, after all. It was inconvenient in some ways but convenient in others.

Aaron refused to let impure thoughts taint his body as his hands ran down her body. Beige in tone and rough in certain areas. Scared, trained, muscled, but not ugly. He went down, down, down, and hesitated when he reached the slit of her pussy. The loofah in his hands continued scrubbing, however, passing the test as he finally cleaned her feet.

Aaron nodded to himself and handed the loofah over to Cassandra. The past five days felt like a whirlwind of sex and vulgarity and uncontrollable aggression. He didn't feel like himself. But now, having restrained himself, he was starting to return to his usual rhythm.

Unfortunately, Cassandra had other plans.

He felt a pair of hands envelope his cockhead. He sighed and called out wearily, without looking down, "Cassandra…"

The young woman grinned cheekily. She was very slow, deliberate and teasing. She wanted him to look as she worked his floppy dick. Aaron didn't. Cassandra's hands worked faster. Nevertheless, he remained fixated on the square-patterned ceiling.

"Big balls," she said, smiling wondrously, a hand playing with his sack. Her hands were unable to hold his balls and she found that difference riveting. "Very heavy. Very, very loaded."

Cassandra went on her toes and kissed his chin. That got his attention and he chased her for something deeper. Their lips met in an explosion of warmth, rivulets running down their bodies, gentle hands pumping his third leg.

Their kiss became deeper and deeper till they couldn't stand it. They broke apart, panting heavily, the dripping water from their faces and hairs amplifying their lust for one another. Between his legs, Aaron's dong twitched.