Getting creampied, Sophie collapsed gently onto his chest, careful not to jostle his injured hand.

Their bodies were still joined, his softening cock nestled warmly inside her as they both caught their breath.

The room smelled of sex, olive oil, and their mingled scents. Stan wrapped his arm around her back, holding her close while his fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine.

"Stay inside me a little longer," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

"I’m not going anywhere," he murmured, voice low and sated. He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. "That was... incredible. You’re incredible, Sophie."

She smiled against his skin, a warm flush of happiness blooming in her chest. They stayed like that for a long while, connected, breathing together, hearts slowing in sync.

Eventually, Sophie lifted herself with a soft sigh as he slipped out of her. A small trickle of his release followed, and she blushed faintly at the intimate sight.

She fetched a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom and cleaned them both with gentle, loving strokes. Stan watched her with soft eyes, letting her take care of him.

Once they were clean, she curled back into his side, resting her head on his uninjured shoulder, one leg draped over his.

"You’re sleeping here tonight," she said softly. It wasn’t a question.

Stan smiled and pulled her closer feeling her warmth and soft skin. "Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else."

They talked quietly in the dark, about nothing and everything. Little laughs, tender confessions, and comfortable silences. Sophie’s fingers traced the edge of his bandage while Stan’s good hand stroked her hair.

The city’s distant hum faded into the background as exhaustion and contentment finally pulled them under.

Stan woke to soft morning light filtering through the curtains and the gentle weight of Sophie’s body against his. She was still curled into him, breathing deeply, her full breasts pressed warmly against his side.

For a moment he simply lay there, savoring the peace, the way her hair spilled across his chest, the faint scent of last night’s passion still lingering on their skin.

Sophie stirred, blinking awake. When her eyes met his, a slow, sleepy smile spread across her face.

"Morning," she whispered, voice husky.

"Morning, beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her, slow, deep, and full of quiet affection. Their kiss lingered, growing warmer until she pulled back with a soft laugh.

"Your hand?" she asked, checking the bandage.

"Much better. Thanks to a certain nurse-in-training and her very effective... healing methods."

She giggled and swatted his chest playfully. "Flirt."

They lay tangled together a while longer, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches. Eventually, hunger pulled them out of bed.

Sophie slipped on a loose silk robe that did little to hide her curves, while Stan pulled on his boxers. In the kitchen, she made coffee and simple omelettes, occasionally brushing against him as they moved around each other. Stan helped where he could with his good hand, stealing kisses whenever she came close.

"You know," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind as she plated the food, "I could get used to waking up like this."

Sophie leaned back into him, tilting her head to kiss his jaw. "Careful, Stan. You keep saying sweet things and I might not let you leave."

Stan chuckled warmly, his good arm tightening around her waist. "As tempting as that sounds, I should probably get cleaned up before I head out. I still smell like last night... and you."

Sophie turned in his arms, pressing her body against his with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The silk robe slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the soft curve of her breast. "Mmm, I could help with that," she purred, tracing a finger down his chest. "Let me give you a bath. I’ll take very good care of you."

Stan’s lips curved into a knowing smile. He recognized that tone, the one that promised far more than just soap and water. "You’re dangerous when you’re like this, you know that?"

"Only for you," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him toward the bathroom.

The bathtub filled with warm water and fragrant bubbles. Sophie slipped out of her robe, letting it pool at her feet, and helped Stan ease into the water.

Once he was settled, she climbed in too, kneeling between his legs. She poured body wash onto a soft sponge and began washing him with slow, sensual strokes, gliding over his shoulders, down his chest, and along his arms, carefully avoiding the bandaged hand.

The soapy water made everything slick and warm. Stan leaned back with a contented groan, eyes half-lidded as her hands explored him. When she reached his cock, already half-hard again, she wrapped her slippery fingers around him and began to stroke with deliberate care.

"Sophie..." he breathed, voice thick with pleasure.

"Shh, just relax," she murmured, her hand gliding smoothly up and down his length. The soap made every stroke deliciously slippery, the warm water adding to the sensual glide.

Stan’s hand rose to cup one of her full, heavy breasts, thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbled. He leaned forward and took the other into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

"Ahn~" Sophie moaned softly, arching into his touch while her hand kept its steady rhythm on his cock. "That feels so good... keep sucking them, Stan."

He alternated between breasts, licking, sucking, and gently biting, while she pumped him faster, twisting her wrist at the head on every upstroke.

Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together as water splashed softly around them.

"You’re so hard again," she whispered against his lips, stroking him with long, loving pulls. "I love feeling you throb in my hand."

Stan groaned into her mouth, hips twitching. "Because you keep spoiling me like this... fuck, your hand feels amazing."

The wet, soapy sounds of her stroking mixed with their heavy breathing and soft moans. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was whimpering.