The morning after I had ridden Ethan to a hidden climax during my husband's video call, he still lay marked by the evidence of our shared passion, damp trails cooling on the sheets. I roused him in our new routine—easing fully onto his dawn stiffness with one unhurried descent and guiding him through a gentle rhythm until he spilled inside me with a drowsy sigh. Yet today I carried fresh intentions.
"We're focusing on complete hygiene now, love," I murmured against his mouth while remaining joined, rocking with tender patience. "Every hidden place on both of us. A refreshed body stays content, and I refuse to overlook any part of you."
His length pulsed strongly within me at the suggestion.
I guided him back to the tub—our trusted space for indulgence—running the water hotter than usual and adding triple the lavender wash until dense foam drifted across the surface. I undressed with deliberate slowness, allowing my full breasts to sway and my center—still holding his recent gift—to shimmer in the rising mist. Then I slipped in behind him, molding my bare chest to his back, and began the careful ritual.
I started with the familiar areas—his torso, firm stomach, that impressive shaft I caressed with both lathered palms until fresh beads formed at the tip. But I withheld his release.
"Not quite yet, darling. The more private spots require attention first."
I brushed my lips along the nape of his neck, reached lower, and parted his rear cheeks beneath the suds with gentle fingers.
"Every opening deserves thorough care," I whispered, tone both tender and charged. "Especially this one. Those casts prevent you from reaching back here, so I must handle it with care."
I traced his tight entrance with one slick fingertip, applying light pressure and circling until he drew a sharp breath. Then I eased the tip inward—slow and measured—working the foam deeper while my other hand continued its lazy glide along his length.
"Feel that, sweetheart? I'm ensuring everything inside stays fresh. Deep and attentive."
Ethan's head dropped back against me with a fractured sound. His girth swelled in my grasp. I introduced a second finger, parting gently and curling to stroke the sensitive spot within while my voice brushed his ear.
"Such a good boy… allowing me to explore you like this. It's making you even harder. Perfectly normal. This is simply proper attention."
I continued until his frame quivered, then withdrew, rinsed him clean, and shifted him slightly so I could kneel between his legs in the warm water.
"Now for the deepest cleansing," I said, meeting his gaze. "I'll use my tongue until you're completely refreshed."
I parted him once more and drew my warm tongue slowly across his entrance.
Deliberate. Devoted. Intimate.
I lapped in long, smooth passes, tracing the rim before pressing the tip inward—tasting and exploring while my lathered hand maintained its steady rhythm on his shaft. The blend of fresh skin, faint soap, and his natural scent drew a low hum from my throat that vibrated straight into him. My own center ached, fresh moisture trailing down my thighs to join the bath.
Ethan's whimpers grew urgent, hips shifting helplessly. "Lila… your tongue is… inside…"
"Mmm," I hummed, letting the sensation travel deeper. "Every part, love. I'm making sure you're spotless. And when I finish… you'll return the favor by cleaning Mommy's rear the same way—with that thick length of yours."
I continued until his pleas turned desperate and his shaft flushed dark and rigid. Only then did I pause, rinse us both, and turn to present myself.
Braced on the tub's edge, back arched and rear raised, I glanced over my shoulder with open hunger.
"Your chance to keep Mommy fresh," I purred. "Come closer, sweetheart. Slide that lathered length into my tight rear. I'll stay perfectly still so you can press deep. It's the only way to reach everywhere inside."
His eyes had gone hazy. Unable to grasp my hips, he relied on me—I reached back, spread myself, and positioned the broad, slick crown against my entrance.
"Push, darling. I'm ready."
He drove forward with his hips. The head slipped past my ring with a soft, foamy sound.
We both exhaled sharply.
Thick inch after inch disappeared into my rear—deeper than I had ever welcomed—until his hips met my curves and his full length rested buried in my clenching warmth.
"So incredibly snug…" he breathed.
"That's because I prepared it just for you," I answered, beginning to rock gently against him. "Now move. Use Mommy's rear as you need. Fill it completely. Refresh it from within with your warmth."
He began thrusting—short, urgent motions at first, then fuller as I pressed back to meet each one. The lather turned every glide decadently smooth. Water rippled around us. My breasts swayed beneath me. I reached down to circle my swollen bud while his thickness stretched me in the most exquisite way.
"Deeper, love," I urged. "Mommy needs you to release inside. Claim every part of me now."
The heated words shattered his restraint.
Ethan drove home one final time and erupted with a raw sound—powerful jets surging into my rear, pulse after heavy pulse, until the warmth overflowed in creamy trails around his shaft. I shattered alongside him, my center pulsing even though nothing filled it, my rear tightening in rhythmic waves around him.
I remained joined until he softened, then eased away with a gentle sound. His essence immediately spilled from me in thick drops, blending into the sudsy water.
I turned, drew him into a lingering kiss, and breathed against his lips, "All refreshed. Both of us. And this will become part of our daily routine as well."
His length—still sensitive—gave one final satisfied twitch at the vow.
I smiled and began rinsing us both.
"Tomorrow I have a special gift for you," I told him warmly. "A ring designed to support healthy flow. We'll test it for three full hours… with me moving across you the entire time."
Even drained, his manhood stirred once more at the idea.
I kissed his brow and helped him from the tub.
"Such a perfectly tended boy," I purred. "Mommy has no intention of ever letting you go."
To be continued.
End of the chapter: 11.