Mira looked sheepishly at Eren, understanding dawning in her eyes. She hesitated, then slid her hand back. Gathering her hair in one hand, she swayed it forward to cover her breast, before shifting her hips to make space for him.
"Here," she murmured, her body flushed a deep red, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Eren's gaze lingered on her as he placed one hand on her shoulder. Mira jolted at the contact but stayed silent, letting him use her for balance as he stepped into the bath.
Slowly—first one leg—he climbed in. His length swayed and brushed against the back of her head.
Mira stiffened at the touch and instinctively turned her head—only for it to tap against her face a second time. She quickly turned forward again, lips pressed tight, her face burning from ear to ear. Her thighs squeezed together, the taut press against her lower lips sending sensations she couldn't even name.
She sat there, waiting, as Eren settled in right behind her.
Holding his shaft with one hand, he spread his legs around her, the firm muscle of his thighs framing her body. The sight—and the closeness—sent a rush of heat through her, her pulse quickening beyond control.
Then came his breath. Slow. Deep. Falling directly against her nape. Each exhale made her shiver, trembling ever so slightly under him.
She had bathed him countless times before—cleaned his shaft without a second thought—but this time was different. After what she had just learned, and what she had just seen, heat blazed through her body. Arousal trickled into the bathwater, her pulse pounding so hard she could barely control it. Then—something happened that made her whole body jolt.
Sitting just behind her, Eren let out a quiet sigh of relief and released his already agitated shaft from his hand.
It dropped free, landing squarely between her soft, meaty hips. The sudden weight and warmth sent a shock of stimulation racing up her spine and straight into her mind.
Her heat only grew. She couldn't bear it anymore.
With an almost innocent expression, her hand slid from her waist to her belly button, then lower—down to the small, sensitive rise just above her entrance.
Here… she thought, her fingers tracing the perky bud of her clit. The instant she touched it, a jolt of sharp pleasure coursed through her, making her body tremble.
One touch. That was all it took—with Eren's cock twitching behind her, pressing faintly against her skin. Just the thought of him—no, of it—sent shivers racing through her. Her hips shifted, her fingers teasing in slow circles, each motion pulling her deeper into the haze.
Lost in her heat, she leaned back unconsciously, her shoulders pressing into his chest.
It was only then she realized—Eren could see everything from behind her. The moment her back touched his chest, her moving fingers were no longer a secret.
So I'm not the only one thinking about it… Eren assured himself—it was clear now.
Mira, lost in her own heat, tried to pull her head away, her hand twitching as if to retreat from her clit. But Eren didn't let her.
"Aunt Mira," he said, his tone low. One hand slid to her jaw, holding it firmly while the other traced down from her shoulder. He followed the lines of arousal and sweat along her skin until he met her fingertips. When he reached her fingertips, his mouth curved in a smirk.
"You shouldn't be doing this alone… I'm here for you."
His fingers didn't stop. They moved past her tips, straight to her clit. The perky, sensitive skin twitched under his touch, radiating heat and arousal that seeped into his own fingertips.
The hand at her jaw slipped down, curling around her waist. He pulled her closer—lifting her just enough to slide her onto his lap.
Now, his cock pressed beneath her, its length nestled between her folds, the base aligned with the opening of her heat. As he lowered her, her hips sandwiched his shaft, the middle of it grinding against her slick outer lips.
Mira arched back with a hiss, the sensation overwhelming. And then—Eren sealed it. The fingers on her clit tightened with sudden force; he caught the bud between his fingertips and, with one precise movement—he twisted and pulled it, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
Mira's mouth fell open in a sharp gasp, her voice breaking into a yelp. Her body convulsed, her walls clenching and releasing against the shaft lying flat beneath her. Waves of arousal rushed out, flooding the bathwater and coating his length.
Her clit spasmed violently as her hips ground against Eren's cock in uncontrollable motions, the movement pumping air up and liquid down all at once.
Mira's nails dug into Eren's thighs, gripping so tightly it was as if she were trying to carve into him—sharing with him the sharp edge of pain and the deep rush of pleasure all at once.