The quadriplegic man lay on his back, bathed in the soft glow of the room's gentle light. His body was at the mercy of the caregiver's tender hands as she began his bed wash, dipping the warm cloth into soapy water. The scent of fresh soap filled the air as she glided the cloth over his chest, arms, and abdomen — slow, deliberate strokes that carried both care and an unspoken intimacy.

Her hands moved lower, reaching his hips and groin, her touch lingering as she cleaned his most sensitive areas. His body responded involuntarily, his cock hardening beneath her touch. His breath quickened, his eyes half-lidded as pleasure flickered across his face.

Noticing his arousal, the caregiver's eyes darkened, a subtle smile curving on her lips. She focused on his pelvic area, her fingers wrapping the damp cloth around his stiff shaft. The warm fabric glided up and down, sending waves of sensation through his helpless body. His breathing deepened, chest rising and falling with each stroke.

Holding his cock firmly in one hand, she rubbed the cloth over his swollen purple head, her touch gentle but precise. His body convulsed, a shudder rolling through him as she circled the sensitive tip with the warm fabric. His moans filled the quiet room, soft and needy.

The cloth fell away as her hand wrapped fully around his thick shaft. Slowly, she began to stroke — teasing, deliberate movements that made him tremble beneath her touch. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, feeling the soft, warm skin tighten in her palm. His eyes rolled back, surrendering completely to her care.

Without breaking rhythm, she lowered her head, her soft lips brushing against the head of his cock. Her breath was hot against him as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue swirling along his length. She sucked him slow and deep, taking him to the back of her throat, her muscles tightening around his tip before sliding back, leaving him wet and throbbing.

Her hand followed the rhythm of her lips, stroking faster as her tongue flicked around the sensitive ridge of his cock head. The room filled with the sounds of his pleasure—ragged breaths, soft moans, and the slick movements of her mouth.

His body tensed, the pressure building inside him as her lips sealed tightly around him. She stroked him harder, her fingers brushing against his balls on each downstroke. The heat in his core spilled over, and with a deep, guttural moan, he released into her waiting mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her tongue sweeping over his shaft to savor the last of him. His cock softened between her lips, slipping free as she licked him clean with slow, lingering strokes.

Gently, she wiped him down with the warm cloth, dried his skin, and tucked the sheet over his spent body. Without a word, she left the room, leaving behind the lingering warmth of her touch and the quiet memory of forbidden pleasure.