I nod, biting my lip.
He nods, looking back down to where his hands are working. He reaches over and unhooks the loofah from its place beside the tap, lathering it up with a bar of jasmine scented soap. I watch as he lathers up my chest, gently pinching my nipples between the rough fabric of the loofah, which makes me moan. He’s careful, but pushes slightly, watching my face and my body for a hint that it’s too much.
He turns me around, and I put my hands against the wall as he pushes my hair aside so he can wash my back. Long, gentle strokes along my skin, over my arse, down my legs. Then he pulls me under the water to rinse me down, washing away all the suds. Once all the soap is gone, he gently nudges my legs apart with his knee, and scoops a handful of warm water against my cunt. I flinch for a second, but then his fingers gently rub over my clit.
“It’s terrible how good this feels,” he murmurs against my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “Knowing you’re soaked because of me.”
I gasp as two of his fingers press inside me. “It is. Just terrible.” I hate myself that I want more. I just told him that we’d done nothing wrong and that I didn’t hate myself at all. But I do.
And I know I should, because thisiswrong. Divorce or not, this is Archie’s father with his fingers rolling against my g-spot. My father-in-law is cupping my breast with his fingers buried in my cunt, his cock hardening against my back, and all I want is for him to bend me over and fuck me right here in my fucking bathroom.
“Mia!”
There’s a gentle knock on the door, and I freeze.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, clenching my legs together, but Dom keeps his hand right where it is. “Y-yeah, babes?” I call out.
“You alright?” Char calls through the door. “I woke up and you were gone.”
I clench my eyes together as my body starts to become hot, Dom’s fingers moving from my g-spot to my clit.
“I’m fine! Just wanted to have a shower.” I press a hand to my mouth as Dom slides his dick inside me slowly. “Oh my god, Dom,” I whisper urgently, bracing my other hand against the wall. “She’s right there.”
“Is your head alright?” Char asks. “You’ll need to change that patch!”
“Oh, yeah, it’s fine!” I’d forgotten about the patch covering my stitches, it was meaningless in the ill-advised insanity of everything that’s happening.
Dom slides in and out of me slowly, fingers circling my clit, his other hand massaging my breast.
“Alright, if you’re sure!” Char taps her fingernails against the door. “Why did you lock the door, you dolt?”
I suppress a moan, my thighs shaking. “O-oh, force of ha-ah-habit!” My teeth dig into my lower lip as Dom’s strokes become faster.
“You shouldn’t lock it after a head injury, brainiac!” Char laughs loudly. “I might have to come break it down!”
“I-I’ll be right out!” My fingers flex against the tiles as Dom pinches my nipple hard. “Don’t worry about me!”
“Right you are, I’ll put the kettle on!” Char’s footsteps are joined by the scratching of Tank’s claws against the wood floor, and there’s a loud sniff as he presses his nose to the small gap under the bathroom door.
But I can’t think about all that as my legs shake and my breathing catches, my orgasm barreling through me and clenching hard around Dominic’s cock. I bite back a moan,pressing a fist to my mouth and squeezing my eyes shut. He fucks me hard, right through my orgasm, forcing himself back inside me over and over until he comes with a sharp groan against my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and slumps against my back.
“You’re a bad man,” I whisper, and he chuckles. “Oh yeah, you laugh. It’s so bloody funny.”
“Come on, thatwasfun.” He nips at my earlobe, withdrawing from me gently.
“How’s this for fun?” I turn around on wobbly legs to glare up at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you out of here?”
Dom smiles at me and kisses the tip of my nose. “You go and distract her. I’ll sneak out.”
“Tank will have your ruse up in ten seconds.”
He mulls this over for a second. “Alright, you go distract her, and I’ll act like I was asleep in the front room.”
With a frustrated grunt I quickly clean myself up, then step out of the water and wrap myself in a towel. I hand the other one to Dominic as he shuts off the water, carefully opening the door to the bathroom to make sure Char isn’t waiting there with a knowing grin on her face.
She’s chatting with Tank in the kitchen, the kettle is humming away as it comes to a boil. I look over my shoulder to see Dom hurriedly drying off, and slip out of the bathroom.
