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“Touch your pussy,” he ordered.

I moaned in response and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust until I felt a sharp sting as his palm made contact with my ass.

“I said, ‘Touch your pussy.’”

I didn’t know if I could. I already felt like I was going to explode and collapse at the same time. Anything more might be too much. When he slapped my ass again, my hand moved between my legs of its own volition and gently pressed against my clit.

“Jamie,” I breathed. “I, oh fuck, I can’t,” I said and started to move my hand back to the shower wall.

He reached over me, moving one hand from my hip to my breast, effectively keeping me from being able to put my hand on the wall. Then he did the same with his other hand, forcing me to lower my other hand as well. With his large hands wrapped around my breasts, he pinched both nipples and growled, “Play with your fucking pussy,” as he continued to pound into me.

I did as he said and played with my clit, circling it with two fingers. The pressure was building inside of me, and it was going to be epic. “Jamie,” I panted. “I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, you fucking are,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips. “Give it to me.”

I did. I came like I’d never come before. As waves of pleasure pulsed through me, he continued moving, wringing every possible ounce of ecstasy from me. I wanted to collapse into a pleasure-soaked noodle, but he didn’t relent.

“Again,” he demanded.

It took me a moment to understand what he meant. “I…I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” he insisted and released his grip on my nipples to begin gently passing his fingers over the sensitive tissue.

I groaned at the sensation. My nipples had always been sensitive, and Jamie knew exactly how to toy with them.

“Play with your tits for me,” he instructed, and gently nipped my ear with his teeth.

I moved my hands to my breasts and circled my nipples with my fingers.

“That’s right,” he said as one of his hands slid down my torso and pressed against my clit. He pinched and flicked, then massaged and circled until he had me worked into a frenzy. I was panting and grinding against him, desperate for another release. When he moved his hand from between my legs, I made a sound of discontent.

He chuckled at my displeasure and pressed his mouth against my ear. “Rub your clit for me, baby, while I play with your tight little ass,” he said as his finger slowly slid inside of me.

The sound that left me was almost feral. The sensations were overwhelming and borderline disorienting. It didn’t take long before I was once again exploding with pleasure and strugglingto stay upright. Thankfully, Jamie’s grip on me kept me standing while he found his own release moments later.

Bracing my hands on the wall, I took a few moments to catch my breath. Before I was finished, Jamie turned me around and wrapped his arms around me. We stood there for several minutes, taking each other in, as the water poured down around us.

“We should probably finish up before we run out of hot water,” I said quietly. I had no idea how long we’d been in there, but the water heater was small, so we had limited time.

Once we were both dry and dressed, I gathered a few things I wanted to take to the hospital while he filled two travel mugs with coffee.

“Ready to go?” he asked and handed me a mug.

I took a sip and groaned. “It always tastes better when you make it. And yes, I’m ready.”

He grinned. “It’s because I put more sugar in it.”

“La la la,” I said loudly since I couldn’t plug my ears because my hands were full. “Don’t tell me your secrets.”

After a quick stop at Irene’s house to get her some clothes to wear home from the hospital, as well as her phone charger and her backup pair of glasses, we then drove back to the hospital in a comfortable silence.

“Took you long enough,” Irene said as soon as we entered the room.

I quickly spun to the side to place her things on the bedside table and to hide the flush heating my cheeks. “I didn’t realize you were timing us.”

“The doctor said she could go home, and she’s ready to leave,” Byte explained.

“I’ve spent enough time here. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to,” Irene griped.

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