Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Meadow nestled against Ethan’s side in the bed, her small frame curling into his warmth as the sheets tangled around their damp

bodies. She draped one leg over his thigh, the contact pulling her closer until her hip pressed flush against his.

A subtle heat pulsed between her thighs, a lingering echo of her recent release, but she pushed it aside, letting the simple joy of

being held wash over her. This closeness, this shared vulnerability, it was enough to make her heart swell, her excitement bubbling

from a place deeper than mere desire.

Ethan inhaled deeply, catching the faint, musky scent of her arousal mingling with the clean soap from their shower. It stirred him,

a primal satisfaction knowing he’d ignited that in her, but he reined in his urges.

Slow, he reminded himself. He’d wait until her eyes shone with unmistakable want, until she begged without words or with them outright. For now, his hand traced lazy circles along her spine, fingers itching to feel the smooth expanse of her bare back beneath

the thin towel she’d pulled over them both.

She craved more of his touch, the way it grounded and electrified her in equal measure, but words failed her in the haze of

contentment. Instead, she shifted against him, arching her back subtly, then pressing her breasts to his chest with a soft wiggle. The

movements were tentative invitations, her body speaking what her voice couldn’t.

Ethan read her signals like a map he’d memorized, his hand sliding lower, dipping beneath the towel to graze the curve of her ass. When she didn’t pull away, he ventured further, his palm skimming down her hip until his fingers brushed the slick heat between her legs. Meadow stilled, her breath catching in her throat, every muscle tensing in anticipation of that electric rush she’d felt

earlier, before dinner had interrupted their fragile exploration.

He parted her folds gently, his fingertips gliding through the abundant wetness coating her pussy. A low swallow worked down his throat, his cock hardening against her thigh as he imagined flipping her beneath him, pounding into her relentlessly through the night until exhaustion claimed them both. But their reality was different, his wheelchair by the bed a constant reminder, and the trip loomed tomorrow, pulling him away when he wanted nothing more than to stay buried in her. Still, he wouldn’t rush this; she’d

savor every step.

With deliberate slowness, Ethan circled her clit with his middle finger, the nub swollen and sensitive from before. Her hips jerked

involuntarily, a soft moan escaping as her body responded on instinct, rocking into his touch. Emboldened, he pressed the digit

lower, easing it into the tight, clenching entrance of her pussy.

The angle from his position kept it shallow, his arm strained across her body, but the intrusion alone sent sparks through her. Meadow’s walls fluttered around the single finger, gripping it eagerly, her long-held fantasies of true intimacy unfolding in his

careful hands.

You are wet, Meadow,’ he growled low, the words vibrating against her ear with raw lust, his voice roughened by restraint.

She buried her face in his neck, silent but alive, her thighs parting wider, her breaths quickening into pants that betrayed her

immersion. The room’s dim light wrapped them in intimacy, shadows dancing softly, and she surrendered to the sensation, lost in

the rhythm he set.

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Ethan worked her steadily, his finger thrusting in shallow pumps while his thumb resumed teasing her clit in firm circles. Her

arousal slickened his hand, the wet sounds filling the quiet space as her body chased the building tension.

Pressure coiled low in her belly again, sharper this time, her nails scraping lightly over his shoulder as she clung to him. Head

pillowed on his chest, she felt his heartbeat thunder beneath her cheek, syncing with her own frantic pulse.

The climax crashed over her without warning, her pussy spasming around his finger in tight pulses, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his palm. She gasped out muffled against his skin, nails digging deeper into his flesh as waves of pleasure ripped through her,

leaving her trembling and boneless.

Watching her unravel fueled Ethan’s own fire, his cock throbbing painfully against the sheets. He reached down/instinctively. wrapping his hand around the thick shaft to stroke himself toward relief, but Meadow stirred, her hand intercepting his. Eyes heavy-

lidded with afterglow, she met his gaze, a spark of boldness igniting as she pushed his arm away and took hold of him herself.

Her fingers, tentative at first, encircled his length, feeling the velvety hardness pulse under her grip. She pumped slowly, exploring the ridges and veins, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip to spread the precum. Ethan groaned, head falling back against the pillows, his hips bucking up into her fist. ‘That’s it,’ he murmured, guiding her rhythm with a hand over hers, showing her the

pressure he craved.

Emboldened by his reactions, Meadow leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone while her hand quickened, twisting on each upstroke. He returned the favor soon after, his fingers delving back between her legs to stroke her through the sensitivity, keeping her on a low simmer as she jerked him off. They traded touches like secrets, her mouth trailing down to lick at his nipples, his free hand kneading her breasts, pinching the hardened peaks until she whimpered.

Later, as the night deepened, she straddled his thigh, grinding her pussy against the firm muscle while she sucked on his fingers, tasting herself on them. Ethan watched, mesmerized, before pulling her up to kiss her deeply, tongues tangling as his hands roamed her ass, spreading her cheeks to tease the puckered entrance there lightly. She gasped into his mouth, curiosity winning over shyness, and returned the exploration by cupping his balls, rolling them gently while her other hand fisted his cock.

They mapped each other inch by inch, her lips wrapping around the head of his dick for shallow bobs, his tongue laving her inner thighs before sucking bruises into the soft skin. No penetration bridged them fully, but the barriers dissolved in waves of mutual discovery, climaxes chasing one another until exhaustion pulled them into tangled sleep.

For Meadow, it was a revelation of pleasure’s boundless forms; for Ethan, a testament to patience’s rewards. The night wove them

tighter, adventurous strokes etching promises of more into their shared skin.

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