Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 189: Bathing With Isabella Part 2 (R-18)

When Isabella was done rinsing Adrian, she smiled, a soft, almost shy look on her face. "Your turn now," she murmured, offering him the soap.

Adrian rose from the stool, towering over her for a moment before gently guiding her to sit in his place.

Isabella obeyed, her skin flushed from both the warmth of the room and the intimate connection they were sharing. Adrian's hands were steady as he lathered the soap, rubbing it between his palms until it frothed.

He knelt in front of her, his eyes meeting hers with a tenderness that made her breath catch. "Let me take care of you now," he whispered, his voice low but filled with affection.

He began with her shoulders, his hands large and warm as they moved over her delicate skin. He was thorough but gentle, his fingers massaging her with the same care she had shown him.

As he worked the soap over her arms, her back, and her chest, he let his hands linger, savoring the feel of her beneath his touch.

When his hands moved lower, gliding over the curve of her waist and down to her thighs, Isabella shivered, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

Adrian's hands slowed as he reached her breasts, his fingers moving with care as he lathered the soap over them, his thumbs brushing lightly over her sensitive nipples. Isabella gasped softly, arching slightly toward him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

He continued to wash her with a sensual, deliberate pace, his hands exploring every inch of her body with reverence.

When he reached between her legs, his touch remained gentle, almost teasing as he rubbed the soap over her, the friction of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her.

Isabella's breath quickened, her body trembling under his ministrations.

She bit her lip, her eyes closing as she let herself get lost in the sensation of his hands on her skin, the warmth of the water and the intimacy of the moment wrapping around her like a blanket.

Finally, when she was clean, Adrian rinsed her off with the same slow, deliberate care she had shown him.

He poured the water over her skin, letting it wash away the soap and leaving her skin glistening in the candlelight.

Once they were both clean, Adrian took her hand, helping her stand, and together they stepped into the bath.

The water was warm, enveloping them in its comforting embrace as they sank down into its depths.

Isabella settled against Adrian, her back resting against his chest as they relaxed together.

His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands resting lightly on her breasts, fingers idly playing with her nipples as they sat there, the warmth of the bath relaxing their bodies.

The room was silent except for the soft sound of their breathing and the gentle splash of water as they moved slightly, adjusting to the perfect fit against each other.

Isabella leaned her head back onto Adrian's shoulder, closing her eyes with a contented sigh.

"Adrian," she murmured, her voice soft, "You really love playing with my breasts. I really missed spending time like this with you son. I thought we would never be able to do this again. I am so glad you are okay."

Adrian pressed a kiss to her temple, his arms tightening around her slightly. "I will always be with you, don't worry Mom, we will always be able to do this and more."

Adrian whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, the world outside the bath fading into oblivion as they simply enjoyed the quiet intimacy of being together.

The warmth of the water, the feel of their bodies pressed together, and the soft touch of Adrian's fingers playing with her breasts created a perfect sense of peace and connection between them.

As Adrian continued playing with her breasts and her nipple, she felt something hard poke her. She then moved her hands catching the rock hard cock of her son, stroking it lovingly.

She turned her head towards Adrian and said, " Aren't you getting too excited my dear son? Do you want to fuck me that much that you are poking me?"

Adrian looked into her eyes and with a light chuckle he said," Of course I do. You are simply too beautiful Mom and having you naked right in front of me, it is taking too much for me to control myself from ravaging you right now."

Isabella simply chuckled at his answer and stood up from the bathtub.

She stood before Adrian, her body glistening with water, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the room.

Her hands pressed against the  wall, her back arched invitingly, her gaze over her shoulder burning with anticipation.

"Then come, ravage me as you please, my darling."

Adrian’s breath hitched at the sight of her, the invitation in her voice sending a surge of heat through him.

Her words broke the last sense of restrain he had in him due to concern for her health.

He stepped forward, his hands resting on her hips as he pressed himself against her back. The warmth of her skin, still wet from the bath, heightened the tension between them.

"Mom..." he murmured softly, his lips brushing her ear as his hands glided up her sides, tracing her curves with deliberate slowness.

Her breath quickened in response, her fingers gripping the wall for support as her body reacted to his touch.

“Adrian...” she moaned, her voice low and filled with longing, her hips pushing back against him.

Adrian didn’t need any further encouragement. With one hand gripping her hips and the other guiding his cock, he slowly entered her vagina.

"Ahh...my son's cock is entering me..."

Isabella gasped, her body tensing for a moment before she melted into the sensation.

She let out a deep, throaty moan as Adrian began to move, his pace firm but controlled.

The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mingling with Isabella’s soft moans and Adrian’s heavy breaths.

Her hands braced against the wall, fingers curling as each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Adrian,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire, “just like that…do me more.”

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back as he kissed the nape of her neck, his rhythm never faltering.

The intensity between them grew, each movement driving them closer, their connection deeper with every passing second.