I carried Lana out of the bathroom after an intense shower session (we'd spent two hours lounging in the tub, making out, and fucking — I was careful enough not to hurt her sprained ankle any further, and to keep it elevated and iced, just like the doctor ordered.) I placed her carefully on the bed and began to clean her body. She lay on her back, her arms frayed out beside her, eyes closed, sated, and a faint smile on her lips. I hummed a song slowly as I dragged the towel fabric over the soft molds of her breasts, down her flat belly, pausing to clean her dark pink pussy that was still tender from taking my cock. She giggled, then exhaled, reaching out to tug at my hair when I leaned down to tease her clit with my tongue.
I'd barely brought my face up when Nico barged in the bedroom, calling out my name, his face going white when his eyes landed first on Lana's breasts, then at my face in between her legs. He turned away quickly, burning up in embarrassment.
