Chapter 177: [177] "Doctor’s orders"
Luc leaned against the doorframe, watching her work, the way her bare ass moved as she bent over the tub, the way her breasts swayed when she straightened up.
"Come on," she said, reaching for him. She helped him set the crutches aside, then guided him to sit on the closed toilet lid so she could help him with what remained of the clothes he put back on. His sweatpants were already around his ankles from earlier, and she pulled them off completely, careful not to jostle his leg. The shirt he only got around his neck came next, and then he was naked, his cock already half-hard again from watching her move around the bathroom.
Juliette’s nipples still tight, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin. She helped him stand again, supporting his weight as he stepped into the tub. The water was hot, almost too hot, but it felt incredible on his aching muscles. He lowered himself carefully, his injured leg extended along the length of the tub while his good leg bent at the knee.
Juliette climbed in after him, settling between his spread thighs with her back against his chest. The water sloshed around them, rising to just below their shoulders.
She reached for a washcloth hanging over the edge of the tub, soaking it thoroughly before wringing it out. The first touch of the warm cloth against his thigh made him sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing as she began to wash him with slow, deliberate strokes.
"You don’t have to do this," he murmured, but his hands were already sliding around her waist, pulling her closer against him. His cock pressed against her back, hard and insistent, and she shifted slightly, rubbing against him.
"I want to," she replied, her voice low. She dragged the washcloth down, until the fabric brushed against his cock beneath her. She wrapped her hand around him through the cloth, stroking slowly, the rough texture of the fabric adding a new layer of sensation. "Besides, you need to stay clean. Doctor’s orders."
Luc groaned, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. The water made everything feel different, more fluid, more intense. Juliette’s hand moved with purpose, her grip firm as she worked him from base to tip.
She stood and turned around, her first hand back in place, her other hand reached back to tangle in his hair, pulling his head down so she could kiss his neck, then his jaw, then the corner of his mouth.
"Juliette," he breathed, his hands tightening on her hips. "Fuck, that feels good."
The position put her breasts at eye level, and he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her hand still wrapped around him, stroking him with more urgency now. The water sloshed around them with each movement, some of it spilling over the edge of the tub onto the floor.
"I need you inside me again," she said, her voice rough with want. She rose up on her knees, positioning herself over his cock, and sank down slowly. The water made her even slicker, and she took him to the hilt in one smooth motion, her pussy clenching around him like a fist. They both groaned at the sensation, the heat of the water mixing with the heat of their bodies.
Juliette started to move, rising and falling with careful precision. The water made her movements slower, more deliberate, each descent sending ripples across the surface. Luc’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. His injured leg throbbed dully, but the pleasure radiating from where they were joined was once again...far more intense. He thrust up to meet her, careful not to overextend, letting her set the pace.
"Harder," she demanded, her hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. "I won’t break, Luc. Fuck me properly."
He gave her what she wanted, his hips snapping up to meet her downward thrusts. The water splashed over the sides of the tub with each movement, but neither of them cared. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the bathroom, wet skin slapping against wet skin, punctuated by their harsh breathing and low moans. Juliette’s breasts bounced with each thrust, water droplets flying from her nipples as she rode him with increasing desperation.
Luc slid one hand between them, his thumb finding her clit above the water. He rubbed in tight circles, matching the rhythm of their movements. Juliette’s pussy clenched around him, her inner walls fluttering as she approached her peak. She leaned forward, her forehead pressed against his, her breath hot against his lips.
"I’m close," she gasped. "Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."
He didn’t stop. He rubbed her clit faster, thrust up harder, and she came with a cry that echoed off the bathroom tiles. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him so tightly he could barely move. Her thighs trembled against his hips, and she had to brace herself on the edge of the tub to keep from collapsing. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pussy milking him, pushed him over the edge.
Luc came with a groan, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his release. The water around them grew even warmer, their combined fluids mixing with the bath oil. Juliette kept moving through his orgasm, drawing out every last pulse, until he was spent and trembling beneath her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, their bodies still joined. The water gradually cooled around them, but neither of them moved to get out. Juliette’s fingers traced patterns on his chest, her touch gentle now, soothing rather than arousing. Luc’s hands stroked up and down her back, feeling the water-slick skin beneath his palms.
"We should probably get out," she said eventually, though she made no move to do so. "Before we both turn into prunes."
"Five more minutes," he negotiated, pulling her closer. His cock was still inside her, softening slowly, and the feeling of being connected to her like this was too good to give up just yet. "You feel too good to move."
Juliette laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her chest into his. She shifted slightly, and he felt himself slip out of her, followed by the warm trickle of his cum mixing with the bathwater. The sensation was oddly intimate, a reminder of what they’d just shared.
"You’re insatiable," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "Even with a busted leg."
"Only for you," he replied, his voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Always for you."
She helped him out of the tub eventually, wrapping him in a towel before drying herself off. The crutches were waiting by the door, and she handed them to him with a smile that promised more later. They made their way back to the living room, the television still flickering in the background, the phone still forgotten on the armchair.
Luc settled back onto the sofa, his leg propped up on a cushion. Juliette curled up beside him, her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. The bath had helped with the ache in his leg, but more than that, it had reminded him of how lucky he was to have her. Someone who took care of him without making him feel weak.
"I love you," he said quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. The admission hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning.
Juliette lifted her head to look at him, her eyes soft and warm. "I love you too," she replied, her voice steady and sure. "Even when you’re grumpy about being injured. Especially then."
Luc pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The television droned on in the background, some sports commentary that neither of them was really listening to. He had Juliette, and that was enough. More than enough.
They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, the world outside their living room fading away. The bath had been just the beginning, and Luc knew there would be more...more baths, more careful movements, more moments of connection that had nothing to do with his injury and everything to do with the way they fit together. He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment, content in a way he hadn’t been in weeks.
Juliette’s breathing evened out beside him, her body relaxing into sleep. Luc stayed awake a little longer, watching the rise and fall of her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his ribs. His leg would heal eventually, but this connection, this love, would last far longer than any injury. He pressed another kiss to her hair, whispered another "I love you" into the quiet room, and finally let himself drift off, secure in the knowledge that she would be there when he woke up.