Ethan’s POV

“Good girl. Now, lick off the rest of my release from your face,” I said, tone commanding.

She dragged her tongue slowly across her cheek, then her chin, collecting every drop with deliberate care. When she finished, she opened her mouth to show me it was gone, then swallowed with a small, satisfied hum.

The water continued running, steam thick around the walls of the glass shower. The red light on the camera blinked steadily, a silent witness to our actions.

She pressed herself against me again, sliding her wet skin over mine, and reached down to stroke me slowly. I was still sensitive, but her hands were...