"Okay."
"Never aim it anywhere but the ground until you've checked it, and never put your finger on the trigger unless you're willing to shoot whatever you're aiming at." I held the butt of the gun in her direction. "What are you going to do first?"
"Make sure it's not loaded."
"Correct. You don't know how to check that right now, but I'll show you. Even if I swear it's empty, you check it instead of taking my word for it." I took it, pulling back on the slide and showing her the empty chamber. "There could be a bullet in here, too, so you check."
"Why did you pick such a big one for me?"
Christ, her naïve words brought innuendos to mind. "Any smaller, and the recoil is harder to control."
Without a word, she nodded her head.
"Do you want to hold it?"
Tentatively, she held out her hand, and I laid it on its side on her palm. I was pleased she carefully tilted it toward the ground and kept her finger away from the trigger guard.
"What do you think?"
"It's heavy." She handed it back.
"Heavier with a full clip."
She nodded, and I set it down.
"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, back straight."
She did as I told her.
"Now put your right foot behind you and angle the left side of your body." I helped her turn to my liking. "Bend your knees a bit and raise your hands as if you're holding a weapon."
Reaching over, I picked up the gun and slipped it into her grasp. There were no words in my head, only a visceral gut reaction. Stepping close enough to feel her sharp inhale, I tucked my nose into the space behind her ear.
"Distribute your weight."
I forgot what I meant to teach her when she shifted and brought her ass in contact with my cock. Her intake of breath told me she felt it too.
"Bring your arms parallel with the floor."
"It's making my arms tired."
Once I sucked in a lungful of her scent, I almost couldn't think of an answer. "It'll take some getting used to." Sliding my hands along her arms, I cupped her hands and helped balance the weight of the gun. "If you were going to shoot the wall in front of us, what would you do?"
"Put my finger on the trigger?"
"If it was loaded with a round in the chamber, yes." With my hands, I lifted hers just a smidgen. I couldn't resist slipping my finger alongside hers next to the trigger guard.
Kinsley coughed, but I heard the moan she tried to cover. Angling my hips so I could make absolutely sure she felt how hard my cock was, I sucked her earlobe into my mouth. "Now, Kinsley, pull back on the trigger."
The result of her actions merely caused a metallic click.
"Good girl." I took the gun from her and set it aside, placing my hands on her hips. "How did handling it make you feel?"
Surely, I was about to burst.
"With it empty, I felt okay. If there had been bullets in it, I would have felt terrified."
"Healthy fear makes us cautious. You need that when dealing with firearms."
