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Penny moans softly, her head tilting back as the water and my touch combine to create a sensory overload.
"Your turn," she says, her voice husky with desire.
She takes the soap from me, her hands sliding over my chest, down my abs, and lower, until she's cupping my cock through the water. I groan, my body responding instantly to her touch.
The shower becomes our playground, the slippery environment adding an extra layer of excitement to our encounter. Penny presses me against thewall, her body sliding against mine as she kisses me fiercely.
Her hands roam over my chest, my back, and lower, until she's gripping my throbbing cock.
"I want you," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. "Again. Here. Right now."
"Penny? What did you forget? Think.”
She trembles slightly. I can feel it in my arms.
“If you want something from me, sweetheart," I murmur against her ear, my voice low and commanding, "you know you have to ask first—you don't ever give me orders."
“I’m sorry, Richard. I forgot. Please. I do want you, Richard. I want you to fuck me again. Will you do that?”
I don't need to be asked twice. I don’t say anything.
I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her against the shower wall.
The water beats down on us, mixing with our moans and the sound of our skin slapping together as I thrust into her, our bodies moving in a rhythm that's both urgent anddesperate.
Penny's nails dig into my back as she cries out, her body tightening around me. "Harder, please, Richard," she demands, her voice a raw whisper. "Fuck me harder. Please."
I oblige, pounding into her with a ferocity that matches our earlier encounter.
The shower fills with the sound of our passion—the slap of skin, the rush of water, and our moans and cries. Penny's body is a tempest, her juices flowing freely as she meets each thrust with equal intensity.
I slip my fingers between her folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Penny screams, her body convulsing as she comes, her walls clenching around me. I follow soon after, my release a torrent of pleasure that leaves me shaking.
As we catch our breath, the water continues to cascade over us, washing away the evidence of our passion.
Penny's head rests on my shoulder, her legs still wrapped around my waist. I hold her close, my heart still pounding in my chest.
"That was..." Penny begins, her voice trailing off as she searches for the right words.
"Incredible," I finish for her, kissing the top of her head.
We stand there, letting the water wash over us, our bodies still humming with the aftermath of our encounter. The steam rises around us, clouding the mirror and obscuring the world outside.
In this moment, there's only Penny and me, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Penny
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, toothbrush dangling uselessly from my hand, my reflection fogged with steam but sharp enough to see the questions in my own eyes.
Something feels... off.
It’s not just the heaviness in my limbs or the headache that settled behind my eyes sometime around dawn. It’s not the faint, creeping nausea that came and went like a ghost while I finished brushing my teeth a moment ago.
It’s not even the way my skin feels too tight, like I’m walking around in a body that’s slightly misaligned, like I’ve shifted half an inch out of sync with myself.
It’s all of it. Subtle. Persistent. Building.
