‘Because I don’t want to hurt you.’ he whispers.
I try to keep a hold of my temper. Doesn’t want to hurt me, or doesn’t want to hurt his baby, who may not even exist? ‘You won’t.’ I feel him relax slightly, so I take the opportunity to whip myself up and right back down on a sharp, satisfied shout. He shouts, too. I know he wants to smash into me, wants to take me hard, rule me and indulge me, but he won’t and it’s driving me f**king insane.
‘Fuck!’ he yelps, ‘Fucking hell, Ava! No!’
‘Do it,’ I grasp his face and take his mouth hungrily. If I keep on, I’ll have him. ‘Own me.’ I demand, skating my lips across his cheek.
He catches them as they pass his mouth again, and his tongue enters, frantic and rushed. I’ve nearly got him.
I wickedly rise and collide with him again, prompting a sharp bark. ‘It feels good, doesn’t it? Tell me it feels good.’
‘Jesus, Ava. Please don’t.’
Up and down I go, harder, heavier. ‘Hmmm. You taste good.’ I’m driving him crazy, and I know he wants this because he could easily stop my teasing moves. ‘I need you.’
Those words are his undoing, as I knew they would be. He releases a frustrated yell and takes over my movements, squeezing my waist and wrenching me up and down on him. ‘Like that.’ he shouts, almost angry, and I know it’s because he can’t resist me.
‘Yes!’ I scream.
He’s suddenly standing, my legs still wrapped around his waist as he walks across the bathroom and trusts me up against the wall. ‘You want it hard, baby?’
‘Fuck me!’ I shout, frenziedly, tightening my legs and moving my hands back into his dark blonde mass of hair.
‘Damn it, Ava. Stop swearing!’ He withdraws and hammers back in, over and over, my screams of satisfaction ringing through the air. ‘Better?’ he grunts, hitting me hard and deep. ‘You wanted it, Ava. Is that f**king better?’ He’s really mad.
I’m pinned against the wall, absorbing his ferocious attack, and I want it even harder. I’ve had two weeks of gentle Jesse. I’ve had enough of gentle Jesse, but I can’t speak. I bore down on every advance, my signal that I do want it harder. I want it so much harder.
‘Answer the f**king question!’
‘Harder!’ I scream, grappling at his hair.
‘Fuck!’ His hips piston forward repeatedly, his momentum and stamina staggering, and I’m loving every hard, forceful strike. This is making up for two weeks of soft and careful.
The pit of my stomach starts to burn, and I’m knocked out by my climax that rushes forward so fast, I don’t have a chance to prepare myself for it. I explode, my eyes clenching shut, my head thrown back on a desperate scream.
‘I’m not done yet, Ava.’ he shouts, shifting his hands under my thighs and powering forward.
Neither am I. That orgasm has sent me dizzy, but there is another on the way, assisted rapidly by his relentless power. I find his lips and kiss him deeply, tightening my legs around his hips to the point of pain and boring down as he thrusts up, my screams and his yells colliding between our mouths. ‘Yes!’ I throw my head back. ‘Oh God!’
‘Eyes!’ he shouts severely.
I obey immediately and fist my hands in his hair as he stops dead, heaving and sweating. The fire at my core recedes immediately, but then he groans and rears back, and I brace myself for more power. He strikes, really hard. My back smashes against the wall on a shocked yell, but he doesn’t give me time to gather myself. He pulls straight back and hits me with another forceful pound. He’s lost any control he had. This is going to be really hard. I strengthen my grip on his hair and try to flex my legs, giving him the access his body is demanding.
‘Hard enough for you, Ava?’ he shouts, thrashing into me again.
‘Yes!’ I scream. I wouldn’t dream of stopping this.
He’s unforgiving. He repeatedly drives into me, each hit getting harder and harder. My mind is blanking out, my body has gone lax, and I’m sky high on pleasure. But then I feel my back leaving the wall as I’m yanked forward and taken to the bed. He practically throws me down and flips me onto my hands and knees before taking a standing position behind me and grabbing my hips. He re-enters me on a brutal pound and a frenzied bark, yanking me back to meet him with each advance of his powerful hips. My face goes straight into the sheets, my hands grasping at the material, a full on sweat breaking out. I’m soaking wet.
‘Jesse!’ I scream his name in delirious, delightful despair.