Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
“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.
Say it!
But she doesn’t. “Are we friends?” she asks instead, her face turning into my skin, peppering me with kisses. It’s not what I wanted to hear, but I can wait because it will come.
“We’re friends, baby.”
“I’m glad.” She sounds so content.
“Me too. So glad.”
“Where have you been?”
I still. My lungs still. My mind stills. Not this. She can’t spoil this beautiful moment with questions. Or, more accurately, I can’t spoil this moment with the answers. “It doesn’t matter, Ava.” Please, don’t ask me. Please, just let me figure out how the fuck I’m going to tell you what I’ve done.
“It matters to me.”
“You asked for space.” Deplorable. “I’m back.” And I don’t deserve to be. “That’s all that matters.” It isn’t, I know that, but I need to get us to a point where she will think twice about leaving. And that point isn’t now. My serenity is gone, and I can’t help feeling pissed off that she’s done that. I have no right. None at all, I’m reasonable enough to accept that. But the feelings are there, and I’ll be damned if I can stop them. I’m just one huge fuck-up, making mistake after mistake. I scowl to myself and feel for her arse, getting a good grip and tugging her closer, my soft, bare cock still warm and snug inside her.