Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Ethan’s arousal had stirred from the moment Meadow settled onto his lap, her soft weight pressing against him under the steady rhythm of the shower. His cock hardened fully, thick and insistent, brushing against her thigh as he continued to wash her with the soapy sponge.

He made no move to act on it, though, none at all. Instead, he focused entirely on her, tracing the sponge along the curve of her back, the swell of her hips, only letting his fingers linger on her damp skin when he sensed her body relax into the touch, her breaths evening out rather than quickening in unease.

He leaned in close, his lips grazing the slope of her shoulder in a feather-light kiss, tasting the clean water mingled with her natural

warmth.

Meadow’s stomach fluttered wildly, a swarm of butterflies twisting inside her, leaving her uncertain and flushed. She didn’t know

how to respond to the heat building between them, the way his hardness nudged her subtly with every small shift.

There is so much I want to do,’ Ethan murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her as his hand slid

up her side, palm flat and exploratory, mapping the dip of her waist without demanding more.

The words sent a thrill racing down her spine, and she felt the impulse to nod, to whisper her permission and let whatever came

next unfold. But hesitation gripped her, what if it spiraled into something overwhelming, something she wasn’t ready for? Her mind

raced with fragments from late-night movies, scenes she’d watched with wide eyes, learning the mechanics of pleasure in stolen glimpses. She knew, in theory, what an erect cock craved, how bodies moved in those heated exchanges.

Curiosity sparked brighter than fear, urging her to step into the unknown, to explore this side of herself and bring him some relief

in the process.

With a deep breath, she lifted herself from his lap, the water cascading over her as she stood. Ethan’s heart sank for a beat, he misinterpreted the motion, assuming she’d pulled away from discomfort, from the intensity of his confession.

He wouldn’t push; he’d back off, give her the space she needed to process this fragile new layer of their bond. No resentment

flickered in him, only a quiet resolve to wait, to let trust deepen at her pace.

But then, to his astonishment, Meadow sank to her knees before him on the shower tile, the warm spray pattering against her

upturned face.

Her eyes met his briefly, a mix of determination and shyness in their depths, before she leaned forward and pressed a tentative kiss to the swollen tip of his cock. The contact jolted him, a sharp inhale escaping as a deep moan rumbled from his chest, echoing off

the tiled walls.

Emboldened yet nervous, she parted her lips and drew the head into her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling experimentally around the sensitive ridge. She pulled back just enough to trail her tongue along the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate

licks that traced the prominent vein pulsing there.

Ethan tilted his head back, eyes squeezing shut as rivulets of water streamed down his face, soaking his hair and beard. The

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sensation washed over him like the shower itself, pure, exquisite relief after so many months of longing without touch. It felt like coming alive again, every nerve ending firing in response to her innocent exploration.

He could tell from the hesitant rhythm, the way her mouth enveloped him without the confidence of practice, that this was uncharted territory for her. Rather than let her navigate alone, he wanted to guide her gently, to make it good for both of them.

Lowering his gaze, he reached down and gathered her sodden hair away from her cheeks, twisting it loosely in his fist to keep it

clear. ‘Like this,’ he encouraged softly, his voice husky with restraint, as he applied the slightest pressure to ease her head forward.

His size made it challenging; the thick length filled her mouth quickly, stretching her lips around him until she could take only half

before her throat tightened in protest. Undeterred, she adapted, her small hand curling around the base to stroke what she couldn’t

accommodate, fingers squeezing rhythmically as she bobbed her head.

The motion was clumsy at first, eager pulls and releases, her teeth grazing lightly now and then, but the raw enthusiasm in it sent

waves of pleasure coiling tight in his gut.

Expertise didn’t matter; it was her choice to give this, her willingness to bridge the gap between them, that made his pulse thunder He watched her through half-lidded eyes, the sight of her on her knees, water glistening on her skin, nearly undoing him on its own. Tension built steadily, his hips twitching involuntarily as her suction grew bolder, her tongue pressing flat against him on each

downward slide.

When the edge rushed up too fast, hot and inevitable, Ethan acted on instinct. He tugged her hair gently but firmly, drawing her off him with a wet pop, his cock slipping free to bob in the air. His hand took over in quick, firm strokes, and he came with a guttural groan, ropes of cum spilling across his own abdomen and thigh, mixing with the shower’s flow before it could reach her.

His chest heaved with ragged breaths, the release crashing through him like a storm breaking, easing the ache that had built for far too long. Every muscle unwound in the aftermath, leaving him spent yet yearning. He wanted to pull her up, to slide his fingers between her legs and learn her responses, to bury himself inside her tightness and claim the connection they both craved. But he held back, remembering her untouched state, the way she’d trembled earlier. Rushing now could shatter this delicate progress, frighten her away from the intimacy they’d only just begun to share. So he waited, heart pounding, as the water continued to pour over them both, washing away the evidence but not the lingering heat.

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