I squealed each time he repeated the operation, which he did, over and over. I counted to ten then gave up.
‘This is how we wipe the dishes,’ he told me. ‘Enough of these and you’ll be perfectly dry again, if a little warm.’
‘I’m already warm,’ I whimpered, and I was.
My bottom and thighs were going from wet with a few hotspots to hot with a few wet spots. An all-over throb was replacing the patchy beginnings and I could sense how swollen it was.
Joss put aside the tea towel just as I was on the point of begging him to stop.
‘Take a lesson, Miss Miles,’ he said, rubbing my burning cheeks. ‘You don’t want to get your bottom wet when I’m around. I will have to spank it.’
‘It hurts a lot more when it’s wet,’ I moaned.
‘I know. Lesson two – don’t get yourself spanked when I’m around. I will have to fuck you afterwards.’
I heard the rough unbuttoning almost at the same time as I felt him jolt his legs against mine and push upwards. He was inside me before I could gasp.
‘Oh, not completely dry, then,’ he taunted. I offered no resistance whatsoever, taking him all the way up with ease.
He got me by the hips and lifted me a bit higher, so I was bent right over the sink with my feet off the ground. I had to hang on to the taps so as not to hurt my hipbones. He laid into me vigorously and without quarter, grunting with each hard thrust.
‘So … good,’ he said, dabbling the fingers of one hand between my pussy lips. There was still plenty of juice there.
I wasn’t expecting him to do what he did next, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, bent over with my pussy full of his cock and my feet dangling off the floor.
He twisted his fingers, lubed with my own wetness, between my still throbbing bum cheeks and into my tight back hole. He managed to get two in there and he swivelled them relentlessly while he fucked me, making me feel fuller and more owned than I ever had before.
‘You need this,’ he panted. ‘Need it. I’m going to have your arse at the ball.’
The thought of it, the swirl of different, fighting, kissing, loving, hurting feelings drove me into a daze of lust. Double-filled, held, owned, pinned down, I came hard, the orgasm rushing out of me like air from a puncture.
He spurted into me, still with fingers hooked inside, swore and collapsed with his head on my shoulder.
My vision took a while to clear and it was dark outside, but the kitchen window overlooked the herb garden and I was too done for to realise at first that there was somebody out there.
I jerked to life, which was difficult with Joss’s full weight pinning me down, and whispered, ‘Joss!’
I saw a movement, and I was sure it wasn’t an animal. Whoever it was knew that he had been seen and flitted quickly away, a dark shape among dark shapes.
‘Whassup? Did I hurt you?’ He was slurring, still in the post-climactic come-down. He kissed my hair but I twisted my head away from him.
‘Someone out there,’ I whispered.
‘What? No.’
‘Yes. I saw somebody in the herb garden.’
He buried his face in my back for a few seconds before reluctantly pulling himself, fingers and all, out of me, plunged his hands in the soapy water, scrubbed them briefly, then pressed his face to the grimy glass.
‘Are you sure?’ he said, yawning. ‘Probably a fox.’
‘Definitely not a fox. Too tall.’
‘If you’re anything like me, your eyesight goes all funny when you come. Probably that.’ He caught me by the neck and kissed me, but I was shaking my head with as much vigour as I could muster and, when he let me go, I spoke up again.
‘No, seriously, it was a person. In dark clothes so their face stood out as quite pale.’
‘You saw a face?’