“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.

Say it!