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?”