Damn it, she’s playing fucking games. ‘Ava, don’t make me crazy mad.’ I warn. Where the fuck is she? ‘Ava?’ She’s silent now, and so copping it when I get my hands on that body. ‘For fuck sake!’ I yell, taking the stairs four at a time and crashing into our bedroom. ‘Ava?’

Nothing.

I stand in the middle of the bedroom contemplating my next move. It doesn’t take me long. ‘Three,’ I say it evenly and with optimum confidence. I am confident. She can’t resist me. ‘Two,’ I keep still, listening for any sign of movement. Nothing. ‘One,’ I say quietly, my cock twitching wildly. I know she’s near.

‘Zero, baby.’ she whispers from behind me, her seductive voice pulling the corners of my lips up. I turn and nearly stagger back at the sight of her standing before me, in just a small pair of lace knickers. Fuck me, she gets more beautiful every day. Despite my urgency, I take my time absorbing her in all of her flawlessness, my eyes dragging over her firm, perfectly formed breasts, over her ridiculously flat stomach and down those fabulous legs. I’m throbbing as I watch her slide her lace down her thighs, and I take my time unbuttoning my shirt and removing my jeans. She doesn’t seem to mind. Her big brown eyes are enthralled by my leanness. Nothing changes.

‘Do you like what you see?’ My voice is low and tempting, although this woman needs no tempting when it comes to me.

Her lips part and her tongue creeps along her full bottom lip. I’m rigid. Everywhere. ‘I’m used to it.’ she whispers, her eyes flicking across my chest.

I’m on her in a flash, my mouth attacking hers with brute force. She doesn’t stop me and she never will. Her legs wrap around my hips, her arms around my neck and she’s all mine again.

‘How loud do you think you’ll scream when I fuck you?’ I ask, ramming her up against the wall, breathing in her face.

‘I’d say quite loud?’ she pants, grappling at my hard back before shifting her hands into my hair and yanking, hard.

I smile, rear back and slam into her, my head falling back on a yell, my hearing being saturated by the sound of her screaming.

I don’t demand to see her eyes anymore. I don’t need to check she’s real.

As long as my heart keeps beating, I’ll know that she is.

End of.