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“You’re the besteverythingcure.” I trail my tongue up her body, from her pussy to her throat until I’m on my feet again. “Hmmm.” I kiss her jawline. “I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” I pull her flushed face down and share her release, spreading it across her lips. “Deal?”
“Deal,” she says, no hesitation, her hands and eyes drifting down my torso. I feel my muscles tighten the closer she gets to my scar.
“Don’t even ask,” I say without thought, knowing what’s coming. “How’s your head?”
She startles, her hands freezing just shy of my wound. God damn me, I need to think before I speak, manage my fucking tone. I fight to get my scowl under control as she looks up at me.
“Better,” she says quietly, unsure, and I kick my stupid motherfucking arse all over the bathroom. But being defensive comes naturally, always has, and I need to kick that habit with Ava. I offer a small, apologetic smile, and move things along, glancing down at my boxers.
She reaches forward tentatively, as if bracing herself, and the second her touch meets my skin, I take a long, steadying breath, watching her concentrate, her eyes shooting to mine when she meets my solid cock. She moves in closer, my eyes close, and I lower my forehead to hers for a few relaxing moments, her hands drifting to my arse.
“I love this,” she whispers, and I open my eyes.
“It’s all yours, baby.”All of me is yours.The good, the bad, and the downright fucking ugly.
She smiles, satisfied, and grabs my dick. I gulp. “I really love this.”
Fuck me.I smash our mouths together, kissing her hard, possessively, tugging her close, absolutely loving her greediness. She’s desperate. I’m desperate. We’re going at each other like we might not live if we don’t ravish each other, all tongues and teeth, moans and gasps. My head is spinning. Fucking hell, get me inside her. She must be on the same page because she’s suddenly missing from my mouth, wrestling my boxers down my legs. I help her along, and as soon as I’m free, I grab her, hauling her into my chest. “Get your thighs around my waist,” I demand, unable to control my tone, attacking her throat, getting my mouth anywhere I can as she circles my hips with her long, slender legs. I choke on nothing when my cock brushes her soaked pussy.
“Oh God,” she yelps. I kiss her again, blindly walking into the shower and trapping her against the wall with my body, my hands wedged into the tile to hold me up. “This is going to be hard, Ava.” I’ll never be able to hold myself back. I’m too desperate. Too starved. “You can scream.” Scream so loud, make my ears hear only that. I’ve missed it.
The water rains over us, and I rear back, mentally bracing myself for what’s to come. Exquisiteness. That’s what’s coming. Perfection. I take hold of my cock, blinking the water from my eyes, watching her panting into my face. She’s mentally bracing herself too.
“You and me,” I whisper calmly, feeling anything but, and my kiss is proof. “Let’s not fight it anymore.” I buck and slip past her hot walls, and I’m swiftly out of my mind on pleasure, my fist hitting the wall, my bellow deafening.Fucking hell.
“God,” she screams.
“No, baby,” I murmur, hardly able to talk, my hips thrusting with no guidance. “That’s me.”Let me be your god.“Feels good, doesn’t it?”So fucking good.And her fingernails going at my back like she’s digging for fucking gold says she agrees.
“Ava?” I bark, smashing into her ferociously, her boobs slapping against my chest, my jaw about ready to snap. My eyes fall to her neck, the slippery skin glistening, sparkling. I move in, lapping and sucking at her hot throat.
“Yes!”
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I mumble, powering on, my dick expanding by the second, my pace chaotic. “Remember yet?” What the fuck is with all this talking? Shut the fuck up and fuck her. And yet, I love hearing her pleasure. Seeing her face when she’s full to the brim with me. Sex has never been about a connection. It’s been about shooting my load. Forgetting. I’ll never forget this, and neither will she.
“Ava, have you remembered yet?”
“I never forgot,” she screams, prying her nails from my back and grabbing my face, sweeping through the water and sweat that’s pouring from me. “I never forgot,” she reiterates, her face serious, her body jolting with each smash I deliver. I honestly don’t know how she’s coping with my incessant need to pound her to death, but she is. I love her more.
I exhale shakily, kissing her madly as she holds my cheeks. I should slow down. I should take a moment to appreciate what she’s just said. But I’m on autopilot, and when her thighs constrict harshly, I’ve no hope of slowing. “Jesus,” I murmur around her tongue. “God, woman, I’m a slave to you.” I can’t take this anymore. My legs are going to give. I look to the sky, praying for more strength to keep me upright until the end. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Jesse, please.”
Hearing her beg injects me with more energy, more life, more purpose. I look her square in the eye. “Harder, Ava?” I ask, not relenting, keeping the pace, sending us both crazy. “Answer the question.” I want to hear her say it. I want to hear how bad she wants it.
“Yes!”
That word. My drives get deeper, harder, and faster. Deep, hard, fast. Deep, hard, fast. My eyes are crossing, the steam of the shower suffocating me.
Pull out of her, you arsehole!
“Jesse!”
My name is but a squeak before she finds more air and screams, her body spasming, the walls of her pussy grabbing on and squeezing the fucking life out of my cock, dragging my orgasm out.Jesus.I groan and shake, trembling like a leaf, hissing at the sensitivity as I come in powerful, consistent bursts. “Ava,” I yell, dropping my pace, bringing my relentless hips down to a calm thrust. I can hardly breathe, my heart galloping. My arm resting against the wall is the only thing holding us up.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, rolling us so I’m against the wall, sliding down to my arse, Ava still curled around me. If I could reach the dial or be bothered to get up, I’d turn the water to freezing. But I can’t. I drop my head back and close my eyes, my palms working circles across her blazing back. “Lady,” I whisper, so fucking tranquil in this moment, “you’re mine forever.”
I know she’s opened her eyes because I feel her lashes tickle my pec. What does she think to that? Of being mine forever? Am I going to give her a choice? I laugh to myself. Of course I am. But I won’t need to because she wants to be mine. She loves me.
