Chapter 117: Bath - II
Her trembling fingers finally undid the last clasp, and Ethan let his trousers fall away. Leaving him only in his underwear. Lirael’s eyes darted aside, her lips pressing together as if to hold back a sound. She was blushing so hard it looked as though even her ears had turned crimson.
Before she could scurry back, Ethan caught her chin between his fingers and tilted her face up to him. "Don’t look away," he whispered, his voice husky. "You’re mine tonight."
Her breath hitched. "Y-you always say such shaless things..."
He leaned down, kissing her again, deeper this ti. She let out a muffled moan against his lips, her resistance lting as his hand slid down her back, tracing the curve of her waist until he reached the ribbon of her bra. With a deft tug, the fabric loosened. With that her chest was now laid bare to Ethan’s eyes. Her smooth curves and her breast lay naked before his eyes, he looked her from up to down as of morising her figure. When he looked at her erect pink cheery, he nearly lost himself.
"E-Ethan...!" she gasped, her body arching instinctively as cool air kissed her newly exposed skin.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her into his arms again and stepped into the steaming bath. The water rippled and sloshed around them as he settled her onto his lap, the heat of the bath mingling with the heat of their bodies. Her damp hair clung to her neck and shoulders, droplets sliding down her flushed skin.
"W-we really are... bathing together..." she murmured breathlessly, trying to cover herself with her hands.
Ethan chuckled low in his throat, catching her wrists and gently pulling them aside. "You don’t need to hide from ." His lips brushed the shell of her ear before trailing down her neck, sending shivers racing through her body.
Her legs shifted restlessly against him, every brush of skin-on-skin tightening the knot of heat inside her. "Y-you’re... insufferable..." she whispered, but the sound lted into a soft moan as his mouth closed over the sensitive spot at her collarbone.
The water rippled again as he shifted beneath her, his hands exploring every inch of her slick, heated skin. "Careful," he teased between kisses. "If you move like that... I might not be able to hold back."
"E-Ethan!" she yelped, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as her body trembled under his touch.
Her protests were weak now, her voice breaking between gasps and sighs as the washroom filled with the sound of water splashing, mingled with their uneven breaths and her stifled cries.
After a while of playing with her and cleaning her body in the process, he even slipped his in her sacred cave and cleaned her thoroughly, all the while Lirael looked at him with pleading eyes to let her go, sotis even moaning at his soft, teasing touches.
Soon he opened his mouth to speak.
"Hmm, now you are completely clean, now..."
"W-what..." she said between ragged breaths.
With all the touching Ethan had done, she was now completely aroused, her skin flushed and trembling.
"Grab a soap, rinse it in water, then scrub it onto my back. However..." his tone deepened with playful command, "...instead of using the cleaning towel or your hands, do everything with your chest."
"Huh?!" Lirael yelped, blinking rapidly, her cheeks burning crimson red at the extrely erotic suggestion. For a mont she stood frozen, hands hovering in the air like she wasn’t sure what to do. Then, after a second, she visibly steeled her resolve, nodding to herself decisively.
She grabbed a soap and wet it thoroughly, then positioned herself behind Ethan, making sure his back was fully exposed. Once she scrubbed enough soap onto his skin, she took a final deep inhale before pressing her chest against his back, soaping up her breasts with a generous amount of lather.
Her movents were hesitant at first, slow and deliberate strokes that sared warm foam across his skin. But it didn’t take long before she found herself falling into a rhythm, her breasts gliding along his muscled back, her breath hot against his nape. Without realizing it, she even grabbed onto Ethan’s chest with both hands for support, pressing tighter into him and letting her body do the work.
"You’re doing amazing, my maid. Keep it up, please," he reaffird before she could even question the effectiveness of her actions, to which he only received a flustered "... bastard..." in an annoyed murmur.
When all the cleaning was finally done, she found herself once again on her knees in front of Ethan, her hand hovering just above his underwear as though questioning her life choices. Yet she couldn’t ignore the obvious—his mber was already rock-hard, straining and threatening to burst out at any mont.
She hesitantly took hold of his underwear and slowly slid it down. Just as it reached a certain level—
"Kya—!" she shrieked as his throbbing seven-inch mber suddenly sprang free, smacking directly against her cheek.
She froze, eyes wide, cheeks burning, before swallowing hard.
"D-did this thing really... was inside yesterday..." she muttered in an almost horrified tone.
"Heh... You look so naive. As if you weren’t the one taking in greedily, bouncing up and down all the while making all sorts of noises." Ethan teased with a wicked grin.
"S-shut up!" she snapped, her eyes darting back to his mber, now only an inch away from her lips. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed again, harder this ti.
"Wait," Ethan said, his amused expression deepening.
"Don’t tell ... you want to try it?..you know...by taking it in your mouth?"
"Don’t talk nonsense... h-how will it even fit!" she stamred.
"Well, you can always try it. I bet it’ll feel damn good," Ethan whispered, voice low and tempting.
"Y-you’ll feel g-good..." her words trailed into breathless doubt as she stared at his twitching length, her face flushed in a mix of horror and fascination. Almost entranced, she leaned closer, lips trembling, and finally pressed a tiny peck onto the tip—sending a jolt straight through Ethan’s body.
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