My erection springs free, hard and aching despite my attempt at self-control. Francine watches unabashedly, her gaze tracking the movement as I step out of my boxers and into the tub behind her.
I settle myself against the back of the tub, my legs spreading to accommodate her between them. She leans back against my chest without hesitation, her wet skin sliding against mine.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, reaching for a soft washcloth and the scented soap I selected specifically for her. “Is the heat manageable now?”
“It’s better,” she admits, tilting her head back to look up at me. “Still there, but not as bad. You guys are making it so much easier than I expected.”
“I’m glad,” I say, dipping the cloth into the water before bringing it to her shoulders. I wash her with gentle strokes, careful not to press too hard against her tender skin. “We want to take care of you, Francine. All of us.”
She relaxes against me, her body becoming pliant under my ministrations. I take my time washing her shoulders and back, paying special attention to the knots of tension I find there. My hands move to her hair next, wetting it carefully before massaging fragrant shampoo into her scalp.
“That feels amazing,” she sighs, her eyes closing in bliss.
I rinse her hair, watching as rivulets of water cascade down her neck and across her shoulders. She’s so delicate, so perfectly formed.
Lost in these thoughts, I almost miss the deliberate way she wiggles back against me, her ass pressing against my erection. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, dragging a groan from deep in my chest.
“You better stop wriggling like that,” I say in a warning tone.
“Sorry,” she says, giggling even though she doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Can’t help it.”
“I thought you might need a break from being knotted.”
She turns slightly to face me, water sloshing gently around us.
“That’s all I crave right now,” she admits, her green eyes darkening. “Your cocks, your knots. I don’t want a break.”
The bluntness of her statement, combined with the earnest desire in her eyes, makes my dick throb against her lower back.
“Is that right?” I ask, reaching for the washcloth again. I bring the cloth to her front, washing her collarbone and the upper swells of her breasts with careful attention. She watches my hands move across her skin, her breathing growing shallower with each passing second.
“Yes.”
“Lean back more,” I instruct, and she complies immediately, resting her head against my shoulder and arching her back slightly to give me better access.
I wash her breasts thoroughly, the thin cloth doing little to disguise the hardness of her nipples against my palm. When I’m satisfied they’re clean, I let the cloth dip below the water, finding her belly, her hips, and finally, the apex of her thighs.
“Ooh, I feel so clean.”
“Spread your legs,” I murmur against her ear, and she obeys without hesitation, her knees falling open in the water.
I drop the cloth and use my bare fingers instead, wanting to feel her directly. My hand cups her mound, fingers gently parting her outer lips to assess the center of her pussy. Despitethe water, I can feel that she’s still slick with arousal, her body preparing itself even after being thoroughly taken by my brothers.
“You didn’t get enough, being spread by two cocks already?” I ask, my voice low as I explore her folds. Her pussy is swollen and tender from use, but still eager, still hungry.
“No, it’s never enough, Rowan,” she whispers, opening her legs wider for me.
I spread her pussy lips wider with my fingers, examining her carefully.
“Tell me how it felt,” I say, running one finger along her slit without penetrating. “Having Elias take your virginity. Was it everything you hoped for?”
She shivers against me despite the warm water.
“It hurt at first,” she admits, her voice trembling as my finger circles her entrance. “But then it felt so good, so right. Like I was made to take him inside me.”
“And Drake?” I prompt, dipping just the tip of my finger into her, feeling her inner muscles clench in welcome. “How did it feel to take his cock right after?”
“Different,” she gasps as I press my finger deeper. “Thicker. More...intense. It felt better after my virginity was taken.”
