“Kenna,” I taste her name on my tongue, and my entire being just fucking sinks into her.
I caress her face with my eyes, my lips capturing her pouty ones as my hands roam her every curve and dip, loathing the clothes I must keep between us.
Not for long, though.
Oh, no… I’m taking my babydoll home as soon as we’re done and I’m never letting her leave.
I keep my upthrusts hard and fast and reach between us for her little clit. I press on, drawing little slippery circles on it and Kenna clenches around me starting to climb again.
“Fuck, yes, babydoll! Cum again for me. Don’t want to go alone,” I roar into her neck. Her wild curls fall around us and I smell the sweetness of her throat as I slam her even harder onto my painfully sore dick.
Not a peep from it for years —it was like I was dead all over— and now I’m so hard and swollen, I’m pretty sure I’m going to rupture something.
I feel her blunt little rounded nails scoring down my shoulders as her clenching tight hot pussy continues to juice around me, her sweet-smelling cream sopping up my aching balls as I impale her on my length over and over, loving the way she grips at my girth and the little whimpering ‘fuck me’ sounds she makes low in her throat as she cums.
“Oh God, Wyatt! Yes, yes, yes!”
Fuck, I know this… I remember this, this feeling, this joy with her. Only with her.
“I’m going to cum so hard, babydoll, so deep inside your little sweet pussy, I’ll be dripping out of you for a week,” I growl, my fingers gripping the soft flesh of her sides harder as I fuck her so forcefully even the reinforced seat of the pickup starts to groan.
I feel my orgasm tingle in my spine as my cock grows impossibly thick against the snugness of her silky cunt. Kenna’s cries are bouncing around us as our hot breaths fog up the windows. I push her down to the hilt onto each and every one of my pounding strokes until it fucking hurts and I finally go off, filling her over and over with jet after jet of my seed as a roar of pleasure rips from my chest.
I slide down the seat a little and get more comfortable, cradling my babydoll in my arms as we kiss, gasping in each other’s mouths, my cock still firmly planted inside of her.
We don’t move or talk for a while, just soaking this moment in, her hands caressing my chest, mine moving up and down her thighs, as we wait for our hearts to start beating normally again.
After a while Kenna speaks, her voice shy against my chest. “Wyatt…?”
“Yes?”
She shakes her head. “Never mind.”
I stroke her chin with the back of my hand and then kiss her nose. “No, babydoll: tell me.”
“It’s silly…”
The way her voice is cracking, I’m pretty sure it’s not. “Tell me, Kenna.”
A shaky breath leaves her lips and she gives me a sad smile, her beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears.
She shrugs. “I just… I just thought that if we— you know, that if we made love, then maybe you would remember,” she says.
Her words echoing my dashed hopes entirely.
My heart squeezes for her. I’ve had to live without memories of us, but something tells me that living with them and not being together, has been no walk in the park for her.
“I’m sorry, babydoll. I wish it would be this simple, this magical. I love you so much, it ought to be. It’s fucked up that it’s not. I wish I would have remembered everything about us, about you with that first look, or kiss or while being inside of you…”
Kenna cries into my chest. “What are we going to do?”
I gently pull her up until her face is level with mine. “We are going to talk things through. We’re going to stick together and we’re going to be very happy, babydoll,” I tell her.
She clings to me. “What about our memories?”
I shrug. Fuck, this is so painful, but I won’t let this drag us down, not today, not ever. “We will make new ones, a lifetime of them. It doesn’t matter that I don’t remember you, it matters that I recognized you, that I know what you are to me.”
She hugs me tighter and I stroke her back.
I kiss her temple, playing with her curls, my eyes briefly darting outside to the gathering, steely gray clouds above us and the foliage of the trees as it starts to bend, following the wind.
“The weather is going to turn, babydoll. Let’s head to my place. It’s not far, about five minutes that way,” I point at the forest.
She sniffles and looks around. “You live in the woods?” she asks.
I nod.
“You built it, didn’t you?”
I look down at her, one eyebrow raised. “Hmm?”
Kenna reaches up to stroke my beard. “Your cabin… you told me it was a dream of yours once…”
I smile down at her, nodding. “I did. Were we together long?” I ask her.
She grins at me. “A week.”
My eyes widen. “Fuck! A week only? And I love you this much? What’s a year gonna do to my poor ticker?”
Kenna laughs, but then her face grows sad and pensive and I want to kick myself: she knows what five years could do to it that’s for sure.
“Forgive me…”
She shakes her head. “There’s nothing to forgive, Wyatt. I mean, I have lots of questions and —she sighs— we really need to have a long talk, but this, what happened to us, it wasn’t your fault.”
I hug her closer still. “I will make it up to you… I will make you so happy.”
Kenna turns into my arms until she’s facing me again. “I know you will.”
Her trust does scary, wonderful things to me.
My cock twitches deep inside of her.
I’d better take us out of here before I throw her in the back seat and we end up spending the night on the side of this road. Or in the slammer, in case Mike’s deputy comes around.
We dress in silence, stealing kisses and touches, unable to stay apart for more than a few moments at a time.
It starts to rain as soon as we are presentable again.
I kiss Kenna and tell her to stay put, while I go deal with her pickup.
I can’t get the engine to start and I don’t want to open the hood under the rain, so I just put it in neutral and push it to the side of the road, then I make a quick call to Mike and briefly explain what’s going on.
I’m thinking my Kenna might be Sylvianne’s niece from a few of the things Mike says. This is gonna prove interesting, I’m sure.
I end the call after Mike promises to deal with towing the pickup into Lawsons’ garage, he’s the deputy sheriff and a pretty damn good mechanic to boot.
I get my woman’s suitcases from her trunk and jog back to my ride.
I put everything in the backseat and all the while my babydoll is looking at me with wide, perplexed eyes.
“What?” I ask, putting the last of her bags on top of the others.
“Why are we taking all of my things with us?”