Memories of Ethan's dawn arousal stayed with me long after sunrise.
The way it had throbbed against my tongue, the warm surges I had drawn down my throat, the sheen of my own release left glistening across his thigh… those images kept me damp and restless from the first meal until the last. I continued feeding him each forkful with patient care, allowed my full breasts to graze his cheek in seeming accident, and murmured soft reminders like "I can hardly wait to freshen you up tonight" while my palm rested high along his leg.
By eight he strained visibly once more, a damp patch spreading across his shorts, while fresh heat trickled along my inner thighs.
"Time to wash up, love," I said, my voice already low and warm. "We'll make sure you're thoroughly refreshed this evening. I suspect you're carrying quite the buildup."
He offered no protest. The casts left him reliant on my every move, and the eager gleam in his gaze suggested he had begun to savor that reliance.
I drew the water warmer than before and doubled the lavender wash until dense foam drifted across the surface. Once again I undressed unhurriedly before him, letting him follow every motion—the gentle bounce of my curves, the tightening of my peaks, the way my bare folds parted slightly to reveal their ready sheen.
When he sat submerged with his length rising proud above the suds, I eased in behind him. My bare chest molded to his back; my stiffened tips traced lines across his skin as my lathered palms reached around.
"I'll look after this impressive need so carefully," I breathed, encircling his rigid shaft with both slick hands. The creamy lather turned each motion decadent—gliding, effortless, almost too smooth. I moved with slow affection, twisting gently beneath the crown, cradling his sac, letting bubbles trail everywhere while my soft breasts glided along his spine.
Ethan exhaled shakily, head tilting back against me. "It's… overwhelming…"
"That's exactly the idea, darling," I soothed. "Since those casts keep you from helping yourself, I'll handle every detail. Every hidden place."
I increased the rhythm by the smallest degree, drawing long, indulgent pulls. Ripples spread across the tub. Foam burst softly against my arms. His girth expanded further, the broad tip shifting to a rich, heated shade.
I leaned in to press my lips to his throat… and my foot lost purchase on the slick porcelain.
In one instant I had been guiding him perfectly. In the next, gravity claimed me. My body pitched forward, curves sliding over his shoulders, hips descending in a sudden drop.
His thick length—still held in my soapy grip—aligned precisely with my entrance as though fate had arranged the moment.
The swollen crown nudged my waiting folds… and I descended.
Completely.
One fluid, effortless glide and his full length filled me to the root in a single, breathtaking plunge.
We both stilled.
My inner walls embraced him snugly, pulsing around the invasion. He felt impossibly solid, warm, and deep, pressing against my most sensitive core. My swollen nub rested firmly against his base. Soap, water, and my own slickness blended between our joined bodies.
"Oh…" I whispered, voice unsteady despite my control. "Sweetheart… stay perfectly still. I need to be certain this isn't causing you any discomfort."
Ethan's breath caught. His casts lay idle on the tub's edge. He could neither push nor retreat; he could only experience the tight heat surrounding him.
"Lila… you're… so warm… so snug…"
I caught my lower lip between my teeth, feigning concern, still framing the moment as care. Then I began the gentlest possible roll.
Tiny circles at first. My hips circled slowly, letting him stir within me, stretching every sensitive spot. The lather heightened the sensation—every motion slick and intimate, my folds meeting his base with soft, rhythmic sounds.
"Easy now," I murmured against his ear, tone growing richer. "I'm simply ensuring everything stays protected. Can't risk any soap reaching sensitive places. I must… keep you sheltered and warm."
I rose a fraction and settled again, taking him fully once more. Then again. And again. Measured, attentive movements that sent my full breasts swaying against his back and caused gentle waves to lap at my hips.
Ethan released a deep, ragged sound. "Don't… don't lift away. Please. Nothing has ever felt this perfect."
"I won't," I assured him, increasing the pace gradually, allowing the tip to kiss my deepest point with every downward motion. "I'll keep you right here, nestled deep. Feel how ready I am? That's how much I cherish looking after you."
My inner muscles fluttered around his length. My sensitive bud dragged along his base. Soap and liquid created lush, audible friction—wet slides and gentle impacts beneath the surface.
I reached beneath the foam with one hand to cradle his sac, rolling it tenderly while I continued to move.
"Give it to me," I urged, voice trembling as my own peak gathered. "Release everything inside, love. Offer Mommy your first warm gift. I want to feel you surge where you truly belong."
Ethan's cry broke free; his hips jerked beneath me in helpless rhythm.
His shaft thickened dramatically… and then he erupted.
Powerful jets of thick seed flooded me—surge after surge—coating my walls, spilling outward in creamy ribbons that clouded the bath. I sensed each throb, sensed him marking me from within while I kept rolling through the pulses, drawing out every drop.
The sensation of such complete fullness sent me spiraling.
Release crashed over me; my walls tightened fiercely, sending warm bursts around his length that further churned the water. My soft cries echoed off the tiles—"Yes… just like that… fill me completely"—as I continued the steady motion, coaxing every final tremor.
When the waves at last eased, I remained exactly where I was. Joined. Filled. Unwilling to release even an inch.
I brushed a kiss along his neck, still rocking with the lightest pressure.
"No need to worry," I whispered. "I won't move until you soften. And even then… I believe we'll require many more evenings like this."
His length gave one final, hopeful pulse inside me.
I smiled against his skin.
Tomorrow I would introduce "physical therapy."
And he would never leave the shelter of my warmth again.
To be continued.
End of chapter: 04.