The repeated nighttime attentions had left Ethan wonderfully spent by dawn.
He stirred with traces of our shared passion still marking his skin, his arousal already stirring again simply from the way my body remained draped over his, my inner walls giving occasional lazy pulses around him. I leaned in and kissed his drowsy lips, letting him taste the lingering blend of us on my tongue.
"Time for a proper wash, sweetheart," I murmured. "We made quite the mess last night. I need to cleanse every part of you… and this morning we're doing it standing."
His gaze sharpened with that familiar helpless longing I had grown to crave.
I guided him into the spacious walk-in shower, carefully wrapping his casts in plastic to protect them from the spray. The instant the hot water cascaded over us, I pressed him back against the cool tiles, my bare form gliding against his like warm silk. Streams ran down my full breasts, causing my peaks to tighten and gleam.
"Raise your arms for me, love," I instructed gently, lifting his encased wrists and holding them high above his head with one hand. "Since you can't grip anything yourself, I'll keep you right here. Completely at my mercy. Just the way we both enjoy it."
Ethan's breathing faltered. His impressive length pressed hot and rigid against my stomach, twitching with anticipation. With his arms pinned and useless, he could only stand there and accept whatever pleasure I chose to give.
I smiled with pure affection and poured a generous amount of shower gel into my free palm. The fresh, calming scent of lavender and rain filled the steamy air. First I lathered my own curves until they shone and slid like satin, then pressed them firmly to his chest and began gliding slowly up and down his body. My stiffened tips traced teasing paths across his skin while my soapy hand finally encircled his throbbing shaft.
I used both hands where I could—one still securing his arms, the other working his length in long, luxurious strokes beneath the pounding water.
"Feel how slick I've become for you?" I whispered, twisting gently around the sensitive crown. "All this foam, all this heat, and your eager arousal trapped between my soft breasts and my fingers. You're not going anywhere, darling."
I sank briefly to my knees, letting the spray rinse him clean before taking him deep into my throat several times—slow, deliberate swallows to prepare him properly. Then I rose, turned my back to him, and pressed my rear firmly against his hips.
"Stay exactly like this," I breathed, reaching between my thighs to guide him into position. "I'm going to give you a different kind of therapy now. The deep, standing kind."
I arched my spine, aligned his thick head with my entrance, and sank downward in one smooth, effortless motion.
The angle proved exquisite. His full length drove straight upward into my welcoming heat, stretching me completely until my backside rested flush against him and every inch lay buried deep. I kept his arms pinned high with one hand while bracing the other against the tile for balance.
Then I began to move.
With purpose.
Water sprayed wildly around us. My rear met his thighs with wet, rhythmic slaps on every descent. My breasts swayed heavily under the cascading stream. The vulnerable position—him held captive against the wall while I controlled every motion—sent fresh waves of desire flooding through me.
"God… Lila… you feel incredible," he groaned, hips rising as much as his limited movement allowed.
"That's because my body is at its most receptive today, sweetheart," I confessed softly, the intimate truth flowing out like warm honey. I drove down harder, grinding my most sensitive spot against his base with each stroke. "It knows exactly what it craves. It wants you. Deep and bare. Right where it matters most."
His shaft pulsed powerfully inside me at my words.
I increased my rhythm, voice growing richer and more intimate. "That's right… I'm fertile right now. My womb is aching for your warmth. Every time you release inside me from now on, there's a real chance it could take root. You're going to fill your stepmother completely, love. Right here against this wall, while I hold your helpless arms and draw every drop from you."
The risky confession shattered his control.
Ethan's entire frame tightened. His girth swelled even further, the crown pressing firmly against my deepest point with every powerful descent.
The first powerful surge erupted deep within me.
"Yes—give it to me," I cried out, slamming down and circling my hips tightly as he began to pulse. Thick, potent jets flooded my core—wave after heavy wave—filling me until I could feel the warmth spreading inside. My inner walls fluttered and squeezed, greedily claiming every drop.
The sensation sent me spiraling.
Release crashed through me with a sharp cry that echoed off the tiles—my body tightening around him like a velvet fist as warm bursts spilled around his length, mixing with the shower spray and running down our legs. I continued moving through every tremor, coaxing him to empty himself fully into my eager depths.
When his pulses finally slowed, I remained joined with him, still holding his arms above his head, breathing against his neck.
"Perfect boy," I whispered, giving one deliberate squeeze to hold his essence safely inside. "There's a good chance I'll be carrying your child after this… and you're going to keep giving me more anyway. Every single day. Until those casts are gone—and long after."
His length gave a satisfied twitch deep within me, already showing signs of renewed interest.
I kissed his jaw softly and finally lowered his arms, still keeping him nestled inside.
"We have that doctor's appointment tomorrow," I reminded him sweetly, turning off the water. "We need to make sure your circulation is excellent… and I might need to perform a very thorough check while the doctor is right there in the room."
His spent arousal gave one last hopeful pulse at the daring suggestion.
I smiled and pressed my filled center against his thigh.
"Let's get you dried off, love. I still have plenty more care to give you today."
To be continued.
End of the chapter: 07.