The morning after our unexpected mishap in the tub, I woke Ethan with my lips already encircling his morning arousal. I drew his first release down my throat long before breakfast, then fed him his eggs while perched naked across his lap, letting his recovering thickness rest warmly between my slick folds as though it had always belonged there.
Baths alone no longer satisfied the growing hunger inside me.
Not after feeling him erupt so far within my depths. Not after carrying his warmth through the night, feeling it trickle along my thighs with every step. My boy required more attention. The casts had left his muscles tight, his blood flow restricted, and that magnificent length desperately needed proper "range of motion" work.
Doctor's orders, of course.
After lunch I guided him to the living room sofa rather than the bathroom. The large television played some forgettable action film we both ignored. I had lowered the lights and draped a thick towel across the cushions in preparation for any mess.
"It's time for your physical therapy, sweetheart," I announced brightly, peeling away the tiny tank top and shorts I had used to tease him all morning. My full breasts spilled free, peaks already firm and flushed. My center remained visibly swollen and glistening, still tender from the previous night's thorough filling. "Those casts prevent you from moving properly, so I'll assist with your hips and improve your circulation."
Ethan's arousal strained so fiercely against his loose shorts that the broad tip had escaped the hem once more. "Lila… right here on the couch?"
"Exactly here." I removed his shorts and helped him lean back against the pillows, positioning his casts along the armrests so he lay completely exposed. "Reverse cowgirl will work perfectly. You can watch the screen while I ensure every inch receives the deep movement it needs."
I climbed onto the sofa, facing away from him, and settled across his lap. My rear spread as I reached between my thighs, grasped his rigid shaft, and aligned it with my eager entrance.
Then I lowered myself.
Slow. Intentional. One smooth, drenched descent until my backside pressed firmly against his hips and his full length disappeared inside my welcoming heat.
We both gasped.
"Oh, darling," I breathed, circling my hips in a deliberate swirl so he shifted deep within me. "Can you feel how ready I am? How completely I surround you? This is all for your benefit."
I began to move—lifting until only the head remained at my entrance, then sinking back down with a lush, wet sound. The position proved ideal. His thickness glided along my front wall, pressing perfectly against my most sensitive spot with every descent. My breasts swayed heavily with each motion, my rear rippling as I took him fully again and again.
Ethan's head dropped back against the cushions. "God… you feel incredible… I can see everything from here…"
"Yes, love. Watch how I take you. Watch how my body stretches around your girth. This exercise is excellent for your hips—deep, full movements while you remain perfectly relaxed."
I increased my rhythm, rising and falling faster, letting my backside meet his thighs with soft, rhythmic impacts. The movie droned on in the background, its explosions forgotten beneath the far more intimate sounds of my drenched center sliding along his length and my growing moans.
"Feel how far inside you reach?" I panted, reaching back to part my cheeks wider so he could witness every detail. "Right against my deepest point. That's exactly where you should be. That's where your release belongs now."
I moved with greater urgency, grinding firmly on each downstroke, twisting my hips so his crown caressed every sensitive place within. My swollen nub rubbed against his sac with every bounce. Tension coiled tighter in my belly.
The first climax crashed through me without warning.
I dropped fully onto him, taking him to the root, and shattered with a broken cry—my inner walls clenching and pulsing around his thickness as warm waves flooded out around his shaft. For the first time in my life I gushed freely, soaking his lap, the towel, and the sofa cushions while my body continued milking him in powerful spasms.
"Oh… sweetheart… look what you've done to me," I gasped, still rocking through the tremors. "You reached so deep I couldn't hold back… such a perfect boy…"
I refused to stop.
I continued riding him through a second peak, then a third—each one more intense and messy than the last. Fresh warmth sprayed across us both, dripping down his sac and coating his thighs until the towel lay drenched beneath us. My breasts bounced wildly. My rear clapped against him with increasing force. Between breathless gasps I described every sensation:
"Feel how I'm drawing you in? How slick and messy I've become? This is all because of you… I've never been stretched so completely… never felt pleasure this strong…"
Ethan's breathing grew ragged, his hips rising instinctively to meet my movements despite the casts holding his arms captive. "Lila… I'm so close… I can't stop it…"
"Then don't," I commanded, slamming down one final time and grinding in tight, possessive circles. "Release everything inside me. Give me another deep filling. Pour it where it truly belongs."
He came with a raw, guttural sound.
Powerful jets of thick seed surged into my depths—pulse after heavy pulse—flooding my womb and blending with my own release until creamy rivers leaked out around his buried length. I kept moving, coaxing every last tremor, prolonging his pleasure until he trembled beneath me.
Only then did I finally settle, remaining fully joined with my backside pressed to his hips and his shaft still nestled to the root.
I reached back and gently caressed his sac with tender fingers.
"New rule," I whispered, voice warm and affectionate even as I tightened around him to hold every drop within. "During any cleaning session or therapy… you stay right here. No withdrawing. No wasting even a single drop. Do you understand?"
His spent length gave one final, satisfied throb deep inside my filled core.
I smiled and leaned back against his chest, still joined with him, and pretended to focus on the movie.
"Tomorrow we begin overnight sessions," I murmured against his ear. "Because good boys sometimes need attention at three in the morning as well."
I felt him twitch inside me once more.
To be continued.
End of the chapter: 05.