After our intense session on the sofa, I abandoned any thought of returning to my own room.
Ethan remained nestled deep within me, his thickness softening yet still pulsing faintly each time my inner walls gave a gentle squeeze. I stayed exactly where I was, holding his second warm offering of the day, and brushed soft kisses along his throat.
"New arrangement, sweetheart," I murmured, rolling my hips in one final languid circle to keep him securely in place. "From tonight onward, I sleep right beside you. All night long. In case the need strikes at three, or two, or any hour in between. Those casts leave you unable to manage anything yourself, so I must stay close—bare skin against bare skin, always prepared."
His lashes fluttered with weary hunger. "You're truly going to stay like this… completely bare?"
I offered a quiet smile and finally rose, releasing him with a soft, slick sound. His seed immediately began to trail down my inner thighs. I gathered a little on two fingertips and savored it slowly while he watched, transfixed.
"Every night. No barriers at all. It's necessary care."
That evening I rinsed off quickly, then slipped into his bed without a stitch of clothing. I molded my bare form against his side—my full breasts pressing warmly to his ribs, one leg draped across his thigh so my still-damp center rested intimately against his hip. Even half-asleep, his length stirred once more at the simple contact.
"Rest well, darling," I whispered, lips grazing his shoulder. "I've got every inch of you covered."
He drifted off within minutes, breaths steady and deep.
I remained wide awake.
For hours I lay there, restless with possessive desire, feeling the slow leak of his earlier gift onto the sheets. Then, at 2:47 a.m., I sensed it—the firm, insistent throb of renewed arousal pressing against my thigh. Rigid. Beaded with moisture. Silently pleading.
First visit of the night.
I eased lower without fully rousing him, cradled his shaft between the soft warmth of my breasts, and began a gentle, rhythmic glide. The broad tip emerged between my curves with each upward stroke, flushed and glistening. I traced lazy circles around it with my tongue while my soft swells continued their steady caress.
Ethan stirred, releasing a low sound. "Lila…?"
"Hush, go back to sleep, love," I breathed, voice thick and drowsy. "I'm simply offering a little midnight attention. No need to wake completely."
I drew the crown into my mouth on every rise, nursing softly while my breasts handled the rest. It took only moments. He reached his peak with a quiet, dreamy sigh—thick pulses coating my tongue, my chin, and the tops of my curves. I swallowed what I could and rubbed the remainder into my skin like a soothing balm before returning to his side.
He slipped back into slumber before I had even finished.
The second visit arrived at 4:12 a.m.
I had turned onto my stomach sometime in the night, hips slightly elevated. His length now nestled snugly between my rear cheeks, hot and demanding. I kept my breathing even and slow, pretending to remain fast asleep—even as I felt him twitch and begin tiny, helpless rocks with the only part of his body he could still move.
The poor thing could neither grip nor spread me open; he could only press forward in desperate little surges, his broad head nudging my waiting folds amid the blend of earlier releases and my fresh arousal. At last, on one particularly urgent tilt of his hips, he slipped inside.
Just the tip at first. Then another inch. Then more.
I bit back a moan as he worked his way deeper, helpless thrust by helpless thrust, until he filled me completely from behind.
Only then did I "stir" with a soft, startled breath.
"Oh… sweetheart," I whispered, voice heavy with feigned sleepiness. "You needed me again? It's all right… stay exactly like this. I'm barely awake. Just take what you need. Slow and steady. I won't shift at all."
He exhaled in pure relief and began moving—short, urgent strokes, the only kind his bound arms allowed. I kept my hips angled just enough, face buried in the pillow, still pretending half-sleep while my inner muscles fluttered and tightened around him like a secret embrace.
It felt raw. Intimate. Utterly helpless.
He endured barely two minutes before he drove as deep as he could and let go—warm, rhythmic surges flooding me from behind while he gasped my name into my hair.
I remained perfectly still until he softened, then gave one gentle squeeze to hold him inside as I drifted back into genuine rest, full and content.
The third visit was entirely my doing.
By 6:05 a.m. the first hints of dawn softened the room. Ethan still slept soundly, his length relaxed against his thigh. I could wait no longer.
I positioned myself over his face first.
With careful silence I lowered my filled center onto his lips. The instant my slick folds met his mouth, his tongue flicked out on instinct. I rocked with delicate patience, letting him savor the mingled tastes of the long night while my most sensitive spot glided across his lips.
His eyes snapped open.
"Good morning, love," I purred, gazing down between my swaying breasts. "I woke needing one final check. First you'll clean me properly… then I'll ease you back to sleep."
I pressed lower, guiding his tongue to gather every trace of our shared releases. He licked and savored eagerly, exploring every crease and depth, swallowing all I offered. I reached my peak with a hushed cry, thighs trembling as fresh warmth spilled across his tongue.
Only afterward did I slide down his body, align his now-throbbing length, and sink fully onto him in one smooth descent.
I moved with slow affection—gentle circles of my hips, breasts drifting above his face, murmuring soft praises of "perfect boy" and "I have you completely" while he lay powerless beneath me. He gave one final surge with a shattered sound, flooding me yet again as I tightened and coaxed every last drop.
I stayed joined with him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.
"This is why I stay here every night," I whispered. "You need so much attention once the lights go out."
Ethan's gaze had turned glassy with fatigue and deepening need.
"Every night," he managed hoarsely. "Please."
I smiled and settled against his chest, still holding him deep inside, already imagining the shared shower we would enjoy in a few short hours.
Because devoted boys sometimes require extra care, the moment the sun begins to rise.
To be continued.
End of the chapter: 06.