The vibrations from my moans shake the flesh in my mouth and transmit upward, then downward, as the flesh cradling my finger twitches and clenches over it.
The nipple in my mouth comes to life. It tightens slightly, then immediately after relaxed, making its tip burst with a generous serving of white like a small fountain, a delicious, highly nutritional small fountain.
Liz lets out a hot exhale and massages the small bundle of softness she is covering with her hand on my chest, then strokes my head. She pushes me back with a warm smile, and leans down to place a light kiss on my forehead.
"Alright, let's stop here for now. You can have more of your revenge later."
Liz doesn't give me the time to protest. She stops supporting her chest invitingly, and with the now free hand, pulls my fingers out of her crotch. With a smile in her eyes, she brings my hand to her mouth and sucks in my fingers.
She twirls her tongue around it, then pulls them out, looking more warm than sensual.
"Now, let's clean up."
Her smiling voice pulls me out of my daze. I look into her violet eyes, then find out that I have actually been feeling hot on the face, and my heart has actually been betraying me. The teasing glow in Liz's eyes forces me into averting my eyes, losing any desire to protest for my revenge cut short.
Liz's smile spreads wider, and that finally makes me convert my embarrassment to rage. I put my hand I have left on her chest to twirl her moist nipple into the water and splash her in the face. Before she can laugh, I throw the towel at the side at her, and turn around.
After a moment, her laughter still came. I work to ignore it, subtly gritting my teeth. But I am powerless, so I focus on washing myself. I use a wet cloth both to lather myself and wipe myself later to keep my wound dry. I ignore Liz throughout, and only when I am done do I turn to her. I avoid looking at her soft smile, and after washing the cloth, use it to lather her too, starting with her neck.
Despite myself, I find my hand moving with care, washing the soft skin and going down to take care of her chest, whether above, at the tips where my saliva still lingers, or underneath. Pressing the weights makes white milk come out, which we both ignore as I clean her stomach. There, I slow down to go around the gauze, careful not to press too hard on the traumatized tissues.
As I move to her lower stomach, I catch sight of her gentle look as she keeps her gaze on me, and her soft smile. That brings a small smile at the corner of my own lips, before I immediately wipe it. I am still feeling resentful, after all.
But my resentment does affect my thorough actions. I clean the light bush of soft hair, then slide down to clean her lower lips. I make sure to pay more attention there, because as a girl I know the importance of cleaning there as flawlessly as possible, especially as my mouth has taken to tasting there every day or so now.
From the outer lips, I wipe the traces of the excitation that remain, and ease into the inner parts of the warm crotch. Whether the urethra, the pussy or the clit, I clean them thoroughly, and even go down the line I have descended with my fingers earlier to the periphery of the puckered hole at the back. It is after that that I go to wash her back, cleaning along the line of her spine and rubbing her soft butt and her tight hole, before coming back to focus on her thighs.
The rest is simple, and I'm done washing her legs soon enough, and rinse the cloth to use it to wipe the lather off the soft fair skin. She holds her long hair up to let me wash and wipe her back better. The rest of the time we spend in the shower is filled with laughter since I stop making a face I'm not able to maintain for long.
I wash her face and her hair, and she helps me wash mine. After a while, we both come out of the bathroom with towels wrapping around our heads and bathrobes covering our bodies. We walk slowly, with Liz leaning much of her weight on me to walk on her own while holding back a frown of pain.
"I'm hungry. Let's go to the restaurant after we change our clothes."
I glance at her, then nod and lead her to the bed.
"Okay."
She lets out an exhale as she sits down. Even though I can't read her mind, I can see the lighter shade of her face. A week is not enough for a wound that goes deep in her body and carries greater damages at the back.
I return to pick up the wheelchair, and also exhale softly when I am out of her sight. I look down at the pounding wound on my thigh, and adjust my expression before going back. After drying ourselves, I dry her hair first. I can't help but remember how I used to envy the silky softness of it, its length, and its beautiful glow even under a weak light.
I smile while spreading it to blow it. Liz seems to really let herself go with her state to enjoy my care, because after that, she still makes me help her with her bra while smiling.
I can only shake my head, and also help her with her undies, moving them over her fleshy but not fat legs, another thing I envy, even without being jealous or unsatisfied with my own figure.
The light atmosphere till now has made me forget the troubles of reality somewhat. And when the time comes for us to change the dressing of our wounds, which I am in charge of, I am reminded of the blood, the pain, the despair, and the abyss.
I fall silent as I look at the sewed wounds side by side under the gauze at Liz's stomach, as I look at the yellowish tone around the trauma, and the thin lines of red where the flesh meets, and I quiet down. The world seems to quiet down, turning off all the light feelings of pleasure still coursing through me.