Let me take care of you

Amber kept looking at the clock uneasily. Dean should have come home some time ago, but he still wasn't there. Her mobile phone could not calm her down either, since there was no sign of life from her husband either. Basically, she was about to get dressed and leave the house to drive to the site where he was working and see if he was still alive when the front door opened in front of her.

"Wherew, where were you going?" asked Dean amused. She looked up at him in disbelief and lightly punched him in the chest. "Like where do I want to go? Where are you coming here? I thought you fell off a scaffolding." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and drew her eyebrows together in dissatisfaction, which made Dean smile tiredly. Actually, he thought it was quite cute when she looked at him like that. "Well, you're not entirely wrong." he finally admitted and took off his jacket a bit awkwardly, whereby Amber helped him immediately without being asked. Serious worry was now showing on her face. "What happened?", she then asked when she saw his bandaged forearm. "Minor accident at work.", he waved him off and stroked her hair. "You really don't need to worry."

Dean walked past her into the living room and dropped onto the sofa. "You could have at least written me.", his wife grumbled as she followed him. He could still see that she was really, really worried and used his good arm to pull her onto his lap as soon as she got close enough to him. "I actually asked Kev for it." Amber rolled her eyes. "Kev would lose his own butt if it hadn't grown and that's the one you're putting in charge of writing your worried wife?" she asked sarcastically. He started to laugh, a pleasantly rough laugh that really finally made her relax a bit.

For a little eternity, the two just sat there and enjoyed the silence until Dean yawned and looked at her. "Shall we go to sleep?" freight is. Amber looked up and gave him a quick look before wiping some dirt from his face with her thumb. "How you look? Dean, you know I love you, but you smell like a construction site." "What?" he replied sarcastically this time. "Showering won't go well with that arm." "Then I'll get a bathtub ready." Dean was about to say something when Amber, already halfway to the bathroom, just continued. "And since I'm not like that, I even help my poor injured husband wash up."

He glanced after her and raised an eyebrow before finally getting up without a word to follow her. After all, he couldn't pass up this offer.

When he entered the bathroom, the water was already running. Meanwhile, Amber stood in front of the mirror and tied her hair up in a bun. Without really paying attention to him, she already undressed and then turned to Dean. "I didn't bring you here to watch." Amber confessed amused when she saw his gaze. Dean shook his head and smiled. "What should I do? It's hard for me to look away when my wife is so beautiful." She rolled her eyes and kissed him briefly on the cheek.

"Well, before you break another tooth out of your crown or the water gets cold, we should undress you." "If you say so. However, you know that every compliment I give is always meant honestly." "Yeah." Amber stretched and carefully pulled his shirt over his head. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Dean just shook his head. "Do not worry too much. It hurts a bit, but somehow I should have undressed today anyway. You already said you don't want me in bed like that." Amber, who was about to take off his pants, just looked up at him and smiled. "No definitely not."

Dean watched her finally kick his dirty clothes aside and then took his good hand to pull him over to the bathtub. "Sit down, sir." "Oh, am I already 'sir'? I'm not that wealthy, or we aren't." he retorted as he slowly lowered himself into the warm water while being careful not to get his bandaged arm wet. Amber tilted her head as a smile played across her lips. "No, but maybe old age is getting there.", she joked as she climbed into the tub with him and straddled his thighs. "Hey! I'm not that old." Dean protested. To annoy him further, Amber looked at him thoughtfully, but when she saw his expression, she kissed his forehead soothingly.

"Come on. It was just for fun, so relax.", she murmured against his lips before kissing them gently. Dean took a deep breath and leaned back before sinking further into the water. "Eyes closed.", Amber whispered against his ear. Dean did what she told him and shortly thereafter, he already had the smell of his shower gel in his nose. "Now I really like it.", he confessed. He could hear Amber snorting in amusement before he felt her hands on his shoulders. "You protested so badly when I chose it." "I'm not a little boy anymore." He took a deep breath as he felt her gently massage his shoulders and automatically leaned his head back further. "No one said that either." Amber breathed against his now exposed neck before kissing it. Dean felt a shiver run down his spine but kept his eyes closed. Instead, he preferred to focus on her hands moving down his back under the water. Her fingernails scratched his skin lightly while her upper body pressed against his.

"Amber?" "Yeah?" she asked innocently as her fingers trailed the same path up his spine again. "What will it be when it's done?" He was about to open one eye when he felt her soft hand on his eyes. "I said close your eyes, didn't I?" Her other hand stroked his chest and down his stomach. His breath caught for a moment, but he couldn't see the satisfied smile on Amber's face. "I just want to help my husband forget his injury." she breathed against his lips before he felt her hand on his penis. "After all, you worked so hard today, didn't you?" she kissed him again. Her soft lips felt so perfect against his own that he couldn't help but kiss back.

Their kiss was only broken by his short gasp as her hand traveled over his cock and head. Amber took her hand away from his eyes again. "Nice to close your eyes.", she whispered against his ear before kissing the spot under it. Meanwhile, she continued to move her hand over his penis.

If his arm hadn't been injured, he probably would have pulled her closer to him a long time ago, but he was also enjoying the moment immensely. Feeling her press against him, her free hand roaming his body, was breathtaking, even if he almost feared she could feel his racing heart. A moan escaped his lips as she ran her thumb over his glans again, applying light pressure. Because he had his eyes closed, he could fully concentrate on her touch.

His good arm went around her waist. Amber didn't say anything, but pressed soft kisses on his collarbone and neck. She knew him far too well not to know exactly what she had to do to make him give himself completely to her. The movements of her hand became a little faster, causing him to groan again.

Unconsciously, he had been about to put his other arm around her as well, but was prevented from doing so when she pressed him firmly but gently onto the edge of the tub again. "Dean, we don't want your bandage getting wet, do we?" He was already opening his mouth to reply, but she changed rhythm again so that only her name left his lips. "Does that feel good?" He didn't have to open his eyes to know for sure that she was clearly enjoying being in control of him. He knew full well and nodded while holding her tighter. Amber's eyes wandered to his hand on her waist, fingers digging into her skin as if to keep her from stopping.

She hadn't exactly expected to enjoy the role so much, but seeing his face and the way he tilted his head back whenever she put her hand on his head was reward enough for her. Even if she had almost gotten mad at him earlier, she just wanted to bring him to his end now and make sure that he could at least forget the events of the day a little.

When she heard him moan her name again, she looked up at him. She knew how close he was to orgasm just because she saw the slight and somewhat desperate movement of his hips. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and kissed the warm skin beneath her lips while her hand moved faster, faster, until he finally came with another moan.

Amber smiled slightly and kissed his cheek. Dean was still breathing heavily as he turned his head to the side and looked at her. "And I thought we wanted to go swimming." "We did.", she smiled and looked at him innocently. Dean shook his head slightly and kissed her gently. "You really piss me off sometimes." "Well then I've achieved my goal in full." Dean carefully stroked a few hairs from her face and then yawned. "I think it's time for bed." She nodded, after all she had expected that her husband would be pretty exhausted. She got up carefully and climbed out of the tub before she wrapped a towel around herself and handed one to Dean as well. "May I return the favor tomorrow?" Amber looked over her shoulder at him and smiled slightly. "Yes you can. You could wash up when I'm at work.", she grinned. "How romantic.", he replied while rolling his eyes. She knew exactly what he meant, but it was just too entertaining to see his face. She was relieved that he seemed to be doing really well. In passing, Dean finally put his hand around her waist and pulled her into the bedroom, where he more or less fell into bed. "Good night, my beauty." "Good night, you slime.", she laughed softly before snuggling up against him and closing her eyes.