“You’re melting for me.” I increase the pressure, the rhythm, watching her face as pleasure builds. “You’re opening up for me, letting me in. You were always meant to be mine, Mina. This is where you belong.”
I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers. I double the pace, intent on giving her everything.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Let me feel you fall apart. Let me see that I’m the one who can do this to you.”
She breaks with a cry, her whole body convulsing, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers while her hand squeezes my cock in reflexive pulses that nearly send me over the edge with her.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her temple as she trembles through the aftershocks, her forehead pressed against my chest,her body shaking. “That’s it, my beautiful Mina. So perfect. So perfect for me.”
She’s panting, gasping for air, her hand still loosely wrapped around my cock. I’m achingly hard, desperate for release, and there’s a throbbing pain in my side that feels like fire spreading through my abdomen, but I refuse to acknowledge it. This moment is too perfect to ruin with complaints.
When she finally lifts her head, her eyes are dark and dazed, pupils blown wide with pleasure and something deeper that’s just for me.
I lower my head and kiss her, slow and deep, claiming her, pouring everything I feel into it. The water streams over us, washing away years of separation, fear, and misunderstanding, leaving only two people who want each other, who are choosing each other, who are finally, finally together.
Her hand tightens around my cock again, and I groan into her mouth.
“I want to be inside you,” I breathe against her lips, my hips thrusting into her grip despite the pain it causes my side. “God, Mina, I want to fuck you so badly.”
But even as I say it, my body betrays me. A sharp stab of pain lances through my abdomen, and I have to bite back a gasp.
She feels me tense and sees the agony flitting across my face. “Keep still,” she whispers, and there’s tenderness in her voice that makes my throat tight. “Let me.”
She strokes me harder, more confidently now, her fingers moving over my rigid length with more purpose. Learning the thick veins that run along my shaft, the sensitive ridge at the tip, the way I shudder when she squeezes the head.
I watch her hand work me, watch her pretty fingers move up and down, and the sight combined with the sensation is almost more than I can bear.
Her eyes drop to where the water is streaming over the plastic covering my bandage, and horror crosses her face as she realizes the edges are starting to lift. “Oh, God. The plastic is coming loose. We’re getting your bandage wet. Cristiano, we need to stop. You need to get out of the shower right now.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” I catch her wrist with my free hand, keeping her palm pressed against me even as I use my other hand to brace against the wall. “Your touch is what’s healing me, Mina. Not the doctors, not the medicine. You.”
“Cristiano, that’s not how medicine works.”
“Please.” I kiss her desperately, pouring everything I feel into it. Heat and desire and the desperate hope that she’ll choose me. “Please don’t stop. I need this. I need you.”
Her eyes flutter closed, pleasure and concern warring on her face, and then her hand starts moving again. Slow at first, testing, then faster as she finds a rhythm that makes my breath come in ragged gasps.
“That’s it,” I groan, my voice raw. “Just like that. Perfect. You’re perfect.”
She watches my face as she strokes me, and I can see the exact moment she realizes the power she has over me. The way I’m completely at her mercy, unable to hide how much I need her, how desperately I want her, how thoroughly she’s destroying me.
Her lips curve into a small smile, something feminine and knowing that makes my heart stutter in my chest. “You want me so badly it drives you crazy. I can see it in your eyes.”
I palm her ass with my free hand, squeezing the soft flesh possessively, needing to claim some part of her even as she’s claiming me. “Every minute of every day, Mina. Every single minute I’m awake and most of the ones when I’m asleep.”
“I like watching you lose control, Cristiano.” Her voice is soft and wondering. “I’m the only one who can do this to you.”
The tenderness in her voice combined with the perfect pressure of her hand pushes me over the edge I’ve been teetering on. My release hits me like a wave, pleasure crashing through my body with such intensity that my knees buckle and the world tilts sideways.
Everything goes white. There’s a ringing in my ears, a roaring sound like ocean waves. My vision narrows to a pinpoint and then expands too fast, making the bathroom spin. I can feel Mina struggling to hold me up, her arms wrapping around my waist with surprising strength for someone so small, her voice sharp with panic cutting through the fog in my head.
“Cristiano! Cristiano, can you hear me? Oh, God. MOM. I need help! Someone help!”
The whiteness starts to recede slowly, reality returning in fragments. Mina’s arms gripping my body tightly. The spray of the shower beating against my back. The vicious agony in my abdomen that feels like someone has taken a knife to my surgical site and twisted.
“I’m okay,” I manage, surprised to find myself still on my feet, both my forearms braced against the tiles and about half my weight leaning on Mina’s small frame. “I’m okay, Mina. I didn’t faint.”
“You almost did.” Her voice is shaking badly, trembling with fear and possibly anger. “Your eyes rolled back. You went completely white. I thought you were going to collapse. Oh God, this was so stupid. You just had major surgery, and I let you— I shouldn’t have—”
