Retinal Heatwave

Lena reclined against the silk pillows, the faint ache behind her bandaged eye a constant reminder of the detached retina surgery two days prior. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, but she kept her gaze low. "Jake, this recovery is bullshit," she said, her voice sharp and laced with a wicked grin. "Doctor's orders: no bending, no lifting, no straining. But my body's on fire. How exactly does a woman masturbate without risking another tear?"

Jake leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, already stirring at her tone. "Carefully, I suppose. Hands only, slow circles, nothing that makes you clench too hard."

Lena laughed, low and commanding. "Cute. But you're not leaving me to my own devices. Strip. Now."

He obeyed, shedding clothes until his cock stood hard and ready. Lena's fingers traced her own thigh, already wet and dripping with anticipation. "Good boy. Come here and follow instructions. Touch me like you're reading a map—light, precise, no sudden moves."

Their banter crackled as he knelt beside her. "You always this bossy post-op?"

"Only when I'm this horny," she shot back, guiding his hand between her legs. "Feel that pussy? Soaked. Circle the clit—yes, like that. Don't you dare go faster until I say."

Panting, she arched just enough, sweat beading on her skin. Jake's breath hitched. "You're dripping all over my fingers."

"Then put that cock to work," Lena ordered, pulling him closer. She took him in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling with control, until he groaned. "Enough. On your back."

She straddled him carefully, lowering onto his hard length, her ass grinding with deliberate rhythm. "No eye strain, remember? You stay still while I ride." The room filled with the sounds of their panting bodies, her pussy clenching around him. They moved together, building to a shattering peak—she came first, commanding every thrust, then he followed, cum spilling hot inside her as they collapsed, sweating and spent.