Archer slides my pants down to my feet, then dips his hands in my panties.

“Baby, you’re soaked,” he groans, rubbing his finger across my hard nub.

“You do that to me every time.”

Archer slowly pulls away and turns on the water, then strips off his clothes.

“Thanks for taking one for the team,” I tease with a laugh as he helps me step under the stream. My stomach aches, but I push away the pain.

My primary care physician said I could stop putting on the bandages at my appointment yesterday. The wound is healing as it should, and the sutures will dissolve on their own. I have another follow-up next week and will find out when I’ll be released to work.

Archer grabs my body wash and loofah, then cleans down my back and legs.

“This is what being royalty must feel like. I could get used to a strong man washing every inch of my body.”

I turn to face him as the warm water streams over my body. His mouth meets mine, and I wrap a hand around his arm to steady myself as he finds his way to my pussy.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against my lips, pushing a finger inside and circling my clit with his thumb.

“Oh my God,” I hum. I missed this so much.

“You like that, baby?”

I gasp when he adds another. “Make me come,” I beg.

He meets my eyes. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Don’t make me do it myself,” I hiss.

He chuckles, thrusting harder. “Yes, ma’am.”

It doesn’t take long before my body teeters on the edge, and I’m screaming out his name.

“There ya go, baby. Come all over my fingers,” he orders.

I lean my body against the wall, knowing I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm crashes so intensely that I nearly lose my balance. Archer holds on to me so that I don’t fall but continues to finger-fuck me until I come down from the high. It’s incredible how quickly he makes my body unravel.

“Your turn,” I say once I catch my breath.

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Archer tells me, then licks his fingers off. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy. That means minimal labor.”

I roll my eyes, then ask, “Okay, then can I watch you?”

He smirks, then grabs himself.

“Show me how you do it,” I demand.

Archer puts his hand on the wall above my shoulder, boxing me against his body. He slowly strokes himself as he stares down at me. My pussy squeezes, and I wish I could feel him deep inside me. I love the way he handles his thick cock and how he teases the tip. His movements are mesmerizing as he slowly glides from top to bottom.

“So goddamn hot,” I whisper, cupping his balls with one hand and tugging his nipple ring with my teeth.