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!”