Chapter 91 - Rejecting My Contracted Luna

　　Emma's POV

　　[Mature Content]

　　"Emma I am not getting in the shower with you," Ethan says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

　　Chewing on my bottom lip, I can tell that he is lying by his lust filled eyes. So, I decide to call him on his bluff.

　　"Well, I am taking a shower... with or without you." I say as I begin to walk towards my bathroom.

　　I start stripping off my sweats, letting them fall to the floor leaving a trail of clothes to the bathroom. Soon I am in nothing more than my bra and panties. Stepping into the bathroom I slip off my panties, extend my arm, and drop them right outside of the bathroom door. I repeat the process with my bra. Only this time when I extend my hand out of the door it hits something hard.

　　Peeking around the door, I see a pair of blue eyes sparkling back at me. "I am only here to help you keep your balance in the shower."

　　"Right," I say with a fake serious look on my face.

　　Ethan rolls his eyes at me, but strips off his clothes until he is standing in front of me in his boxers only. Every time I look at him it is like the first time. I let my eyes wander over his naked torso. My eyes travel down his stomach until I can see the waistband of his boxers. I take in a sharp breath as I see the tent that he is already pitching.

　　"Don't get the wrong idea," he hisses at me. "It is just a reaction to seeing you naked."

　　"Of course," I can't help the smirk that spreads across my lips.

　　Ethan lets out a ridiculously loud sigh while he reaches into the shower and turns on the water. "In you go," he says as he peels his boxers from his body. I let out a wanton groan as his erection springs free. "In," he commands.

　　I push out my bottom lip in a pout before carefully stepping into the shower. If I was to be honest with myself my legs feel tremendously weak and I shouldn't be fantasizing about having sex with him in the shower. Ethan steps in the shower behind me carefully resting his hands on my hips. His touch is so light it is like he is afraid that he will break me if he touches me too hard.

　　Grabbing my loofa and my body soap, I begin to carefully wash my body. As I bend over to scrub my legs I can feel Ethan's fingertips dig into my hips a little harder. But he still keeps a safe distance from me, making sure not to press his body against my own.

　　After I have scrubbed the grim and smell of the hospital off of me, I begin to lather up my hair. With my eyes closed tightly I can feel his hands leave my hips and his fingers begin to intertwine with my own as we both scrub my head. Removing my hands from my hair I balance myself by pressing my hands against his chest. Ethan takes a step forward and his body is pressed up against my own. I can feel the length of his erection against my stomach as he carefully rinses the shampoo from my hair.

　　Wrapping my arms around his waist, I moan out loudly as his fingers work magic against my scalp.

　　"Emma," Ethan whimpers as he pulls me out of the water. "You have got to stop making sounds like that." His fingers are tracing a line up and down my spine as I keep our bodies pressed together.

　　"Mhm," I moan again as tingles erupt down my spine. "What sounds," I mumble.

　　"You know exactly what sounds I am talking about," Ethan's teeth are gritted together as he brushes my hair out of my face.

　　Reaching in between us, I carefully stroke his erection. Ethan lets out a low growl as I move my hand up and down.

　　"Oh," I say with fake surprise. "THOSE kind of noises."

　　"Emma," Ethan says as he rubs himself against my hand. "You are in no condition..."

　　"I think I know what kind of condition I am in," I whisper next to his ear.

　　I continue to stroke his length up and down, teasingly slow, and he thrusts roughly into my hand. "The doctor's orders are for you to take it easy." Ethan groans loudly. "I don't think I could be gentle."

　　"Who says I want you to be gentle," I tell him as I squeeze him in my hand again.

　　Finally, Ethan begins to move his hands down my back and squeezes my buttocks in his hands. He lifts me up by my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist. Slamming my back against the shower wall he entraps my mouth with a kiss. Flinging my arms around his shoulders I pull him in closer to deepen the kiss.

　　I can feel the tip of his cock against my entrance and I try to wiggle my hips to entice him. Ethan pulls me up higher, away from his cock. "This is a mistake," Ethan whispers as he presses his forehead against my own. "You are meant to be resting. "

　　"I have been resting for over a week," I complain. "I don't want to rest anymore."

　　I continue to move my hips against Ethan, trying to get him to give in. "Fuck," Ethan groans as he presses his lips back to my own.

　　Entangling my fingers in the back of his short hair, I don't let him pull away from the kiss.

　　My tongue wrestles against Ethan's as he moans loudly in my mouth. Pulling himself away from our kiss, his blue eyes meet my own and they are swirling with lust. "Emma," he says when he finally comes up for air. "Are you sure you are ready? Because once we start I don't think I will be able to stop."

　　"Please don't stop," I breathe out as he gently kisses my neck.