Looking after Lily

I had not seen Lily this **** in some time. She was so tired she struggled to walk to the house from my car.

I helped her inside, gently easing her onto the couch. She lay down, curling into a ball and turning her back to me.

"What's going on at work?" I said softly, sitting beside her. She sighed heavily, "Just leave it, please," she begged quietly.

I decided to respect her wishes and allowed her some space to process her feelings. I went and started cooking dinner for the two of us. After about half an hour, I brought her a plate of food, hoping that nourishment might help revive her spirits.

She picked at her food, occasionally glancing at me with a concerned expression. "Is everything okay?" I finally broke the silence, setting my own plate aside.

"Yeah I'm just tired" she mumbled, "will you help me take a bath?" I nodded in response. It made me feel so needed, seeing her **** like this. I went ahead and started running the bath then returned to help her through to the bathroom.

She undressed slowly, her movements reflecting her exhaustion, she looked like she was in pain. I got up and helped her. I couldn't help but admire her body, even in her current state. I looked her up and down, her breasts were perfect, small and perky, her toned stomach and her smooth thighs.

At the top of her thighs my eyes settled on her sex, her labia swollen and wet, her clitoris visible. The sight made my cock twitch. As she turned around to get into the bath, I noticed bruising around her ass cheeks. "Lily, are you alright?" I asked with genuine concern. "Did James hurt you?" The question was out before I could stop it.

Lily froze, her eyes darting around the room. "No, nothing like that," she said, avoiding eye contact. "I just...tripped on the steps." Her voice wavered. "Come help me" she changed the subject, reaching for my hand.

Together, we managed to lower her into the warm water. She sank into the tub, letting out a small sigh of relief. I sat beside her, giving her some space to relax. She held my hand as we sat hand in hand in silence. After a few minutes I got the soap and started lathering it, gently washing her body. As I cleaned her, I began to massage her muscles, helping to ease her tension.

Lily moaned softly, relaxing further under my touch. My hands moved down her body, over her delicate curves, stopping briefly at her sex. She shifted slightly, allowing me better access. I began to gently clean her intimate areas, she winced in pain when I got too close.

"Is it hurting?" I asked, worried.

"No, it's fine," she lied, her jaw tightening.

I lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her in a thick, plush towel.

I carefully carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. As I covered her with a comforter, she smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Alex." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You know, you're really nice." She confessed, resting her head on my chest. I smiled down at her, "You too, Lily."

I stayed with her for a little while, watching her sleep. Her body was beautiful even in repose, her breathing slow and steady. Her face was serene, the lines of stress gradually fading away.

I found myself admiring her features once again. She was truly beautiful. Her full lips, the soft curve of her cheekbones, the gentle slope of her nose. Her eyes, bright and soulful. I felt a sudden surge of protectiveness toward her, wanting to shield her from any harm. I kissed her forehead gently, and she responded by nestling closer, seeking comfort in my arms.

Her hair cascaded around her face like a silken veil, falling over her shoulders and drifting across the bed. Her skin was like porcelain, smooth and unblemished.

I left her to sleep and went downstairs to watch some tv. I couldn't shake off my worry about Lily. My phone buzzed, it was a text from Abby. 'I hope everything's okay with Lily. Let me know if you need anything.'

I read the message and typed back, 'Thanks, Abby. Just getting her some TLC right now. I appreciate your concern.'

I sent the message and continued to watch TV. I couldn't help but think about Abby's offer.

She was clearly interested in me, and I couldn't deny that there was something special between us. However, my loyalty to Lily remained strong. I loved her deeply, despite our differences. And though Abby was attractive and confident, she wasn't the one I shared a history with.

I turned off the television and decided to take a shower. The steam would help clear my thoughts. In the shower I was thinking about Lily, her long delicate legs, her high firm breasts, her perfectly round ass.

I started jerking my cock, thinking about how I wanted to be inside her, feeling her wetness, hearing her cries of pleasure. I couldn't help but fantasize about her, her wild ways, her seductive nature. It excited me that she was so sexual.

As worked my cock under the hot water, my thoughts drifted to Abby. Our connection, the chemistry between us. I remembered how she touched me, how she spoke to me.

I wondered what it would be like to have her beneath me, to explore her body, to feel her heartbeat quicken as I brought her to new heights of pleasure. I couldn't help but compare her to Lily. Both women were beautiful in their own way, but they were so different.

Abby, the alluring woman who desired me, and Lily, the passionate, troubled girlfriend who had a hold on my heart. I couldn't help but compare them. Both were unique in their own way, but my love for Lily ran deep. She had a wild side that drew me in, while Abby offered stability and understanding.

As I was about to cum, my mind drifted to this very bathroom, seeing Lily being taken by Jake. It was only last week, but it seemed like so long ago.

The sounds she made as he took her roughly, her moans mixing with his growls. I felt myself reaching the edge as I imagined her seeing me watching. Eyes locked with mine as she took Jake's big cock, moaning with pleasure.

The image drove me over the edge and I shot my load, splattering against the shower wall. The sound of my groans echoed through the room, bringing a sense of satisfaction. I washed myself quickly, rinsing the soap off my body.

Feeling rejuvenated, I dried myself and climbed out of the shower. I made my way to the bedroom and climbed in next to Lily. She was sleeping soundly, light snores escaping her lips. Her long eyelashes fanned out against her pale cheeks, looking angelic.