The sight of Marlowe under the torrent of water, hands flat on the tiles and long golden plait hanging over one shoulder and perfect little cunt presented perfectly for me, is so intensely gratifying that I suck in a harsh breath. I don’t waste any time, getting straight to my knees and parting her arse cheeks so I can stick my nose and mouth straight into warm, wet nirvana as the water sluices over us, lubricating everything.

She is fucking delicious. I burrow in further. My movements are ravenous and unrefined, but she doesn’t seem to care. Quite the opposite. She squirms and moans as I feast on her. I keep going until she’s coming violently, pushing her cunt into my face like she feels no shame at all, only blind need.

I know how she feels.

I was planning on fucking her like this, but given I took her from behind the other day, I’d like to see her face this time. I’d like to see how she looks post-orgasm, how she reacts to my cock driving into her over and over. So I straighten her up and turn her. She’s every bit as pliant and floppy as I expected: face flushed, eyes glazed to the point of looking drugged.

‘Stay there,’ I say, settling her against the wall so I can make quick work of rolling on a condom. As soon as it’s on, I close the gap between us, finding her under the water and lifting her easily into my arms. ‘Hold on tight, love.’

She wraps her long limbs around me, her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips. Our faces are so close now, and it strikes me that I haven’t actually kissed her this week, an oversight I need to rectify straight away. I push my body up against hers, my rock-hard cock jerking against her pussy, and I indulge in a filthy, heated kiss, our lips sliding wetly against each other’s, my tongue fucking her mouth, my body enjoying the welcome weight of her weary, post-orgasm limbs draped over me.

I may have beaten her on the court just now, but she’s proven herself a surprisingly worthy adversary, a well-matched partner.

Now it’s time to remind her how good it feels when I’m putting her to work off the court, too.

Without releasing her from the kiss, I reach between us and direct my dick straight at the soaking softness of her cunt. ‘Tell me if you’re still sore,’ I mutter into her mouth, and she shakes her head.

‘I’m not. I want it.’

‘That’s my very good girl,’ I sigh. ‘Sink down on it. Fuuuck, just like that.’