Luna screamed, her body seemed to tremble as she reached the top as Ethan spewed the liquid of love into her womb, she slumped limply on top of her husband's partially submerged body.
"You're so strong," Luna whispered with a breath as if running out of oxygen.
Ethan gently brushed Luna's hair with his right hand, while his left hand rubbed her shoulder. The man was still in a position leaning in the bathtub with his wife who fell on his body.
"Honey," Ethan called because Luna was still with her breath unstable in his arms.
"I can't stand walking back to the room," Luna whispered as she buried her face into the crook of Ethan's neck.
"Am I being too harsh?" asked Ethan as he lifted Luna to a reclined position on his chest.
"No, but you're too strong and I'm tired," Luna whispered as she rubbed Ethan's jaw, which was already smooth without a beard.
