A faint, urgent groan drifted down the hallway at 6:17 a.m., pulling me from sleep with a sharp spark straight to my center.
I skipped the robe altogether this time. Rising bare from the sheets, my full breasts shifted with every step, their peaks already tightened by the crisp air and the wicked thoughts racing through me. The previous evening's bath had left Ethan relaxed and heavy-lidded, but I understood boys his age far too well. Dawn urgency came without fail. And with his arms locked away, my vulnerable stepson had no hope of easing it on his own.
I eased his door open in silence. Moonlight bathed the bed. Ethan lay on his back, casts idle at his sides, covers shoved to his ankles. His impressive length rose tall and insistent, thick veins throbbing visibly with each heartbeat. The broad tip gleamed with leaked moisture, a slow droplet sliding along the underside after hours of quiet torment. Even half-lost in dreams, his hips made tiny, instinctive rocks against nothing.
My mouth watered at once.
"Sweetheart," I whispered, climbing onto the mattress with feline ease. The bed dipped beneath me. "I've come to handle that early pressure."
Ethan's eyes fluttered open, still clouded by sleep yet sharpening fast with hunger. "Lila…? What—"
"Shhh." I touched a finger to his lips, then traced it slowly down his chest as I settled between his spread legs. "This needs tending right away. We can't have you facing the day tense and aching."
His rigid shaft twitched powerfully, slapping his lower belly with a slick tap. I smiled warmly, encircling the base with both hands—mindful of the casts—and leaned in until my warm breath brushed the sensitive crown.
"Your first taste of my mouth," I murmured, gazing up at him through lowered lashes. "Keep those eyes on me, darling. Watch how completely I satisfy you."
I opened my lips and drew him inside.
Slow. Deep. To the root.
The swollen head glided over my tongue and filled my throat until my nose nestled against his skin and his sac rested warmly against my chin. I held him there, locking gazes, releasing a low hum that sent tremors racing through his frame. His hips surged once—helpless and raw—and a fractured "Oh God, Lila—" escaped him.
I eased back just enough to circle the tip with my tongue, savoring the salty tang, then sank down again with rising intent. My hands worked the length my lips couldn't reach, twisting gently, while one palm cradled and kneaded his full sac. Saliva and clear fluid blended into glistening trails along his shaft. Every intimate, wet sound echoed softly in the quiet room.
"Yes… just like that," I praised between steady plunges, voice thickened around his girth. "Stay perfectly still for me. Let me drain every ounce. No effort required from you at all."
His casts shifted uselessly against the linens. Denied any chance to thread fingers through my hair or set the rhythm, he could only yield to the waves. That total surrender made his length pulse even harder against my tongue.
I quickened the pace, hollowing my cheeks with focused suction while never breaking eye contact. Each full descent carried muffled words of encouragement that vibrated deep into him. His breathing grew ragged. Powerful thighs began to quiver. The head flared noticeably in my throat.
I drew off briefly to whisper, "Let everything go for me, love. Flood my throat. Show me how deeply you need this."
Then I took him fully once more, swallowing in deliberate waves.
Ethan shattered with a raw, broken cry.
Heavy jets of thick release surged straight down my throat in forceful pulses. I swallowed every surge with eager hunger, continuing the gentle milking with tongue and hands until his sac emptied and he trembled with heightened sensitivity.
Only when he softened and twitched did I finally withdraw, licking my lips with quiet contentment.
Yet my own fire still burned bright.
I shifted higher, swinging one leg over his firm thigh. My drenched folds pressed hot against his skin—slick, heated, desperate. Pleasuring him had left me dripping, my swollen bud aching for contact.
"Tending to you stirred me more than I expected," I confessed softly, beginning to move. "Feel how soaked you've made me? Just from seeing to your morning need."
I rocked with greater pressure, gliding my slick heat along the solid muscle, circling my most sensitive spot with deliberate strokes. My breasts bounced freely with each roll of my hips. I caught my own peaks between fingers, twisting lightly as I moaned his name, letting him drink in every detail while his spent shaft rested heavy against his stomach, already hinting at fresh life.
Release swept through me swiftly—intense waves rolling across my body as I shuddered and coated his thigh with my essence, teeth sunk into my lip to quiet my cries. I kept rolling through the lingering pulses, marking his skin thoroughly.
When the tremors finally settled, I leaned down and placed one tender kiss on the tip of his recovering length.
"All properly tended to," I whispered. "Though I notice you're already showing interest again. We'll save the next round for your evening bath."
I slipped from the bed, leaving his thigh glistening with my release and a renewed erection rising toward the ceiling.
"Rest a little longer, love. Breakfast will be ready soon… and afterward we'll make the tub extra slippery."
I blew him a kiss from the doorway.
His eyes stayed wide, chest heaving, fresh moisture already forming at his tip.
To be continued.
End of chapter : 03