Page 78 of Ethan

"We?"

"I told you … I'm here for you. You don't have to do this on your own."

Three significant words nearly formed on my lips. I loved this man. But right now, while this dark leech sucked hard, draining me, I couldn't find the courage to tell him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Ethan."

I blinked. The room was bright, the sun streaming through the curtains.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"It's Friday. I'm taking a long weekend to stay with you." He raised on one elbow. "I think the first thing we need to do this morning is get you into the shower."

I groaned, not wanting to move.

"I'll get in with you and help you."

Better.

After brushing my teeth, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had the appearance of an alley cat who had been dragged through a fence backward. And the stench wafting up off me—

Fuck, how had Daniel stood it?

"Let's get your clothes off." Daniel was already nude. He helped me out of my grey flannel shorts and fragrant t-shirt. Holding both my hands, he led me under the steaming spray.

Daniel popped open the shampoo and started with my hair. I closed my eyes, transported by the feel of his fingers washing my hair to a place of bliss. He squirted a small amount of my facial wash into my hands. I cleaned my face then stepped under the water to rinse.

When I emerged, he traced my lips with his fingers.

I swear, he stopped breathing.

The moment broke when the showerhead spurted.

With a soapy washcloth, Daniel started at my neck, lovingly washing every inch of my skin. My neck, my chest, under my arms—every one of my fingers—ever so slowly.

He sank to his knees, gently scrubbing my thighs. My knees to my calves and my feet. I lifted each one so he could be as thorough as he wished to be. He stood, soaped up his hand, and caressed my balls, cleaning them. I sighed and tipped my head back when he slipped my foreskin away and cleaned my cockhead and shaft. I gripped his shoulder as his soapy fingers slid through past my taint to my hole—cleaning. He went to withdraw. I gripped his wrist to stop his retreat.

"Touch me there," I whispered.

Daniel stepped closer, our lips almost touching. He circled my hole, caressing it, eliciting a persistent whimper from me. He caught every sound I made as he brought our mouths closer.

I melted against him as our lips met.

He pressed into me—just a fingertip and used his other hand to massage my balls. My cock hardened, fighting for space between our bodies with his iron-forged dick.

I panted against his lips, withdrawing.

"Make love to me." I didn't need to be fucked. I needed the most loving intimacy Daniel was prepared to give me. Daniel moaned and pushed me against the shower wall.

He found both my hands, entwined our fingers, and nuzzled against the wet skin below my ear. He was breathing heavily. "Fuck, Ethan … anything for you. You deserve to be worshipped."

I shivered with exhilaration.

He dried me as carefully as he had washed me and led me to the bed.

Again, he started at my neck—this time with his lips. Kissing, licking, and teasing every part of my body. He finished sucking on my toes and returned to my lips.

I dug my hands into his hair as his sheathed cock slid into me. I moaned and lifted my chin, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he rocked me into the bed.

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