5

When I awoke, it was very dark in the room except for the light coming from the almost closed bathroom door. I was alone on the bed. I had not moved at all, it felt like. I was still on my stomach, pillow scrunched up above my head. It took me a minute to figure out where exactly I was.

I could hear water running and the thought of another shower with Emmett was appealing, to say the least. I got up and noticed my hips were suddenly killing me. I kind of laughed as I got up and winced a bit. The doctors had given me a lot of rules and instructions, but no one had ever told me not to have wild, crazy, mind blowing sex. Who knew 2 nights with Emmett would be the thing to do me in?

I stretched a bit and tried to loosen up my muscles. I thought I had just slept crooked or something, and a nice, hot shower would feel great. I walked over to the door and pushed it open a little bit more. The bathroom was completely white with the same green from the bedding for the towels. The shower was one of those large, walk in ones where you can't really see who is in there until you walk in and can see around the corner. But, I knew who was in there....I smiled to myself as I heard Emmett humming. Emmett sings? I thought I knew a lot about him but this was definitely new.

I was already naked, so I walked into the shower. As I got to the turn, I suddenly froze, trying to decide what I was going to say. "Hi, Emmett. Thank you for the amazing sex and by the way I think you knocked my hip out of alignment and I should probably see my chiropractor tomorrow, but I thought a nice shower might help so here I am" didn't seem quite right.

I decided to just go for it and walked in. What I saw was not what I was expecting. Emmett was leaning into the wall, one arm up above him with his head resting on the crook of his elbow and the other hand was....busy. His eyes were closed and he was not humming, he was moaning.

Oh My God. Emmett was masturbating and I just walked in on him. My first thoughts were, "OK, do I stay? Do I join? Do I silently disappear and act like this never ever happened?" The last one was starting to sound really good until he said my name. He was still moaning and pleasuring himself, but he said my name. That made my decision for me.

I walked up next to him, and leaned in and in one motion placed my hand on top of his that was on his cock and kissed his chest all at the same time. I felt him jump in surprise and then he put his other hand down and began moving me closer to him into the water. He never stopped the motion of our hands on himself, and I kept up with the kissing and sucking of his chest, his nipples, his upper arms... Not a word was spoken as he switched my hand for his that was touching him. The heat coming off of him was incredible. He pushed my hand to increase the pressure and I felt his whole body start to tremble and shake. His moans got a bit louder, and then he pressed his body to mine and orgasmed. I could feel his hot juices spurting onto my stomach and his body spasmed a few times as he finished. His head was resting on my shoulder, and I could feel him smile against me.

He pulled back and leaned down and kissed me. We were standing in the direct middle of the shower's spray and he kissed me, tracing his tongue along my lips as the water came down onto our faces. He looked up to my eyes and said, "Wow. That was a nice surprise. I didn't want to wake you up before, but I'm glad you did."

"Me too. I didn't know that was what I was waking up for, but it was wonderful," I said, smiling. I laughed a little bit and blushed.

"What? What's so funny?" he asked.

"Umm, when I first walked into the bathroom, I thought you were doing something else...." I said, looking downwards.

"O Kay....umm, what did you think I was doing?" he asked me with a slightly confused look upon his face.

"Well, I umm, I thought you were singing," I said quickly.

Suddenly, he let out a huge laugh. "You thought I was singing? Umm, maybe the "Oh my God, Carolyn is awesome" song, but nope, I don't sing. I cannot carry a tune for anything. That was about the closet you'll ever hear me sing!" he joked.

"Well, I didn't want to embarrass you, I wasn't really sure what to do at first when I walked in and saw you... but you just looked so good in here, and when you said my name , I just had to come all the way in." I had no idea where any of my inhibitions or shyness had gone, but they were not present whenever I was with Emmett, it seemed. "I saw you touching yourself and I wanted to be the one giving you pleasure. I wanted to feel you against my skin. I wanted to see you in the shower like this..." I said as I started to wash him with some Emmett smelling shower gel. I didn't look to see what it was, I just smelled it and knew this was what he used to wash himself with. His scent was the most intoxicating thing I had ever smelled before.

As I rubbed my hands over his shoulders and down his back, he put some soap on his hands, too. He started to wash me and rubbed his big hands all over my chest, my stomach, my hips, my thighs. He reached the center of me and I knew he could feel the heat and wetness there, not from the shower, but from me. He rubbed me and used two fingers to spread my lips apart and his middle finger found the right spot....slowly rubbing and circling and soon I was moaning and pressing myself harder into his hand. I held onto his shoulders and relaxed my head back against the shower wall, mouth opened and being sprayed by the shower. The combination of the hot water and his hands led me to a very quick orgasm. I felt my body contract around his fingers and at just the last minute, he slid his fingers into me and sent me over the top. I contracted around him and felt my body release. He moaned and said, "Carolyn, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You coming is the best thing to watch, baby. And to feel it is even better. I can't believe how lucky I am," he said softly in my ear as I recovered against the wall.

We stayed like that for a few more minutes, just resting with each other and being sprayed by the hot water. He washed my hair and I did his, even though he had to get down onto his knees for me to be able to reach his head. We rinsed and he tuned off the water and stepped out to get the towels. He came back in with 2 large fluffy towels and wrapped one around me and rubbed my shoulders. He wrapped one around his waist and we walked out.

"What time is it?" I wondered.

"It's just about 7AM, hungry? I am," he said. And I was hungry, breakfast sounded good. We got dressed and I straightened up the bed a bit. As I bent down to grab some pillows, I felt and heard a "pop" and I immediately dropped to the floor. I wasn't in pain, per se, but it was like someone had just pulled all of my muscles out of me and I went straight down.

I had barely fallen and Emmett was right there beside me. "Are you all right? What was that? Oh my God, did you rebreak something? It sounded like a huge knuckle cracked or something!" he said as he was looking at my face, looking for any signs of pain.

"Uh...I don't know. It didn't hurt, nothing hurts right now. It just sort of feels like all of my muscles relaxed at the same time or something. It actually feels better now...it was kind of hurting when I woke up and then the shower and all..." I answered.

"You were hurting before?" he asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, I got kind of distracted," I said. "I wasn't hurting during the shower, Emmett, I swear." He was worried that he had hurt me, worried that this was somehow his fault. He was so beautiful, this man.

"Help me back up. Let me see if it's OK now."

He slowly helped me back up, holding all of my weight . I had both feet on the floor again, and said, "OK, let me go a bit and I'll see if I can stand all right."

He let go and I could stand and walk, but everything was kind of sore. Like I had a hundred pulled muscles all at once. "I think I'm OK, Em, really. It's a little sore, but not too bad. I think the problem is that we, umm, we , well I probably...". What I was trying to say was that we had probably just done too much. Too much sex, to be specific. Perhaps my poor pelvis was not 100% ready for the likes of Emmett? Maybe no girl's pelvis was ready for him, I thought, smiling at my own personal joke.

"Umm, what did we do? I'm a little lost, you're in pain and you're smiling?" he said, confused.

"Emmett, I think maybe I had too much of you. Too much of you in a certain way, if you know what I mean? I think, as much as I hate to say this, maybe we need to pace ourselves. You know, long distance runs instead of quick numerous sprints?" I said, smiling at him. "I don't think anything is wrong, I probably just need to take some Advil and take it easy today, OK? And the answer is absolutely no, you may not tell your Dad about this and he is not examining me."

"But...he's a doctor...and how did you know I was going to even say that? If the Advil doesn't make you feel better, than we should tell him, I think. I don't want you to be in any pain, Care....that's all." Emmett hugged me then and both of our stomachs rumbled. I laughed and rubbed his belly. "Come on," he said, "I'm making breakfast for you."

He picked me up and walked down the hall and down the stairs. When we got to the bottom, I was expecting him to let me walk, but he carried me the whole way into the kitchen and deposited me onto the plush bench that was on one side of the large table. He sat me down and said, "Don't move." And then he kissed me.