The words I had breathed to Ethan the night before still echoed through my core when I stirred the next morning. Warmth pooled between my thighs at the memory of his impressive girth pulsing under my touch, the way he had gasped my name in reverence as I brought him to the brink and then deliberately held back. He had fallen asleep aching, restless, and utterly powerless to relieve himself.
Just as I wanted.
I allowed him extra rest while I prepared breakfast—fluffy scrambled eggs paired with toast sliced into easy bites for hand-feeding. Once again I wore only a short silk robe, loosely knotted, my generous breasts moving freely beneath the fabric. When he finally wandered into the kitchen, arms held stiffly at his sides by the casts, his attention locked immediately on the generous neckline I had intentionally left open.
"Good morning, sweetheart," I murmured, steering him toward the table. "Rest well? Or were you left too… restless?"
The front of his loose basketball shorts had already lifted noticeably. He couldn't even reach down to adjust the discomfort. The clear evidence sent a sharp thrill through my body, tightening my peaks.
"I… didn't sleep great," he admitted, face warming. "Kept getting… distracted."
I offered a gentle smile and leaned in with the first forkful, allowing my robe to part so one heavy breast nearly grazed his mouth. "My poor boy. That's exactly why I'm giving you a thorough wash right after this. We'll do it right—every single inch, fresh and cared for. The doctor would insist."
His fork nearly slipped from the table as his arousal jumped beneath the fabric. I said nothing about it. Instead I continued feeding him patiently, letting my fingertips linger at his lower lip, brushing away stray bits with my thumb while my other palm rested high on his thigh, dangerously close to the straining ridge.
By the final bite, he breathed through parted lips, a visible damp patch forming on his shorts from the leaking tip.
"Time for your bath, darling."
I guided him back to the spacious en-suite tub in his bedroom, the same one from the previous evening. This time I ran the water slowly, watching steam rise and fog the mirrors as I shed every layer right before his eyes. Deliberately. I wanted him to witness each detail—the robe slipping from my shoulders, my full D-cups bouncing free with tight rosy tips already peaked, my bare folds visibly glistening from the constant desire that had hummed inside me since waking.
Ethan watched transfixed, mouth slightly open, his erection pushing so forcefully against the shorts that the swollen head peeked out one leg.
I eased the shorts downward with careful tugs around the bulky plaster. His thick manhood sprang upward, slapping firmly against his toned stomach with a slick sound. Veins stood prominent along the rigid eight-inch length, the broad tip flushed dark and gleaming. Pure youthful urgency, and those casts left him unable to grasp even a single inch.
"Look at you," I breathed, no longer masking the hunger in my tone. "Already throbbing for me. Don't worry, love. This is precisely why I'm here."
I supported him as he stepped into the warm water, taking his full weight since he couldn't steady himself. Once seated with liquid rippling around his waist, I slipped in behind him as before—but this time I pressed my bare, slick breasts flush against his back immediately, dragging my stiffened peaks across his skin while reaching around.
Pouring a generous amount of lavender wash into my palms, I worked them together until rich foam coated my fingers. I began at his chest, tracing slow circles across the firm planes, thumbs grazing his sensitive buds until he drew a sharp breath. Then downward over his sculpted abdomen, until both hands at last encircled his impressive, straining length.
Two-handed, just as I had vowed.
"Oh… damn… Lila…" His head dropped back onto my shoulder, lashes fluttering.
"Easy now," I whispered tenderly against his ear, even as my grip began the long, indulgent glide. Upward. A gentle twist beneath the crown. Downward. Firm squeeze. The lather turned every motion decadently smooth, water splashing softly with each deliberate pull. "Those casts won't let you handle this yourself, so I'll tend to your needs instead. Every day. Morning and evening. Perhaps even more if you wake aching in the darkness."
I leaned in closer, letting the slippery undersides of my heavy breasts cradle the sides of his shaft while my hands continued their rhythm. The creamy foam allowed everything to slide beautifully—my soft curves gliding along his length in perfect sync with my fists working the head and base.
Ethan's hips surged upward uncontrollably. Water spilled over the tub's edge. His casts rested helplessly on the rim, offering no purchase. He lay completely surrendered to my control, and the knowledge made my own center pulse with sharp need. I rocked my slick folds against his lower back for relief.
"You're doing so well," I praised softly, increasing the pace just slightly as suds trailed down to his sac. "Letting me care for you like this. Trusting me with every inch. I'm so pleased you're not fighting it. You don't need those hands for pleasure anymore, do you? Not while I can give you this."
His girth expanded further in my grasp. The head swelled dramatically, shifting to a deep violet hue. Clear fluid blended with the lather, heightening the silky glide.
I shifted forward so my peaked nipples traced across his shoulders and maintained the steady, affectionate rhythm—long, confident strokes that made his toes curl beneath the surface.
"Let go for me, sweetheart," I urged, lips grazing his earlobe. "Release everything you've been holding back. I want to feel it surge. I want to know I've satisfied my boy completely."
Ethan gave a raw, shattered cry and erupted.
Powerful jets of thick seed burst from him with such force that the first rope arced completely out of the water and struck the tiled wall. Wave after wave followed, clouding the bath's surface, coating my fingers, and cascading down his pulsing shaft as I continued the gentle milking motions. I didn't slow until he trembled with sensitivity, his spent length still twitching in my slick palms.
The water had turned cloudy. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Deep inside, my own body clenched with unmet hunger, yet I held myself in check. Not yet.
I kissed the curve of his neck softly, still cradling his softening manhood with one hand while the other gently massaged his balls.
"There we are," I murmured, rich with contentment. "All fresh and tended to. And just see how much you offered me. Such a healthy, virile young man."
Ethan struggled for words. "Lila… that was… incredible…"
I laughed lightly and began rinsing him with clean warm streams, letting my lathered curves glide over him once more for good measure.
"This will be our new routine—every morning and every night," I told him with quiet authority, pressing my lips to his temple. "We can't let you stay tense or unclean, can we?"
His exhausted arousal gave one final hopeful twitch against my palm.
I smiled against his warm skin.
Tomorrow I planned to wake him with my lips instead.
But for now… my mind already spun with ideas for how I might "accidentally" lose my balance during the next session.
To be continued.
End of the chapter: 02