Fuck, I absolutely love the way she moans for me, the way she chants my name. It makes me go even harder, bigger, and makes more pre-cum leak out of my large, swollen crown.
I want to hear my babydoll say my name just like that every day of our lives.
I tilt my hips back, line my cock with her entrance and thrust to the hilt, not stopping until her lower lips are kissing my balls.
Kenna cries into my throat and I hold her to me as I stroke deep inside of her to the rhythm of her soft, breathless ‘yes, yes, yes…’
Over and over again I slam into my woman as I try to let my lips and hands show her how much I really want to give her my baby right now, how much I love her, and how much she means to me.
I growl in pleasure at the feel of her. “Fuck, babydoll, so tight, so good…”
I’m not gonna last ten more thrusts.
I want her too much to hold back, but I don’t want to go over alone. Never again.
I slide one hand away from where I’m gripping her thigh a little too hard, and move it to the point where were joined and I start to thumb her clit in time with my strokes, fucking her deep and steady, until her body is arching against mine surging like an ocean wave, her hard little nipples rubbing my chest and making me grunt low in my throat as I coat her walls in a spurt of cum I can’t hold back.
I grit my teeth and lock my body up to keep myself from giving her all my seed as I speed up both my thrusts into her pussy and the circles my thumb is tapping into her soaking wet clit and Kenna finally goes tense, her snug cunt rippling all over my cock.
“Wyatt, so, so good,” she mumbles her head thrashing against the damp pillow.
“That’s it, babydoll. Cum all over me! Cum all over me, and take my seed deep,” I groan.
“Oh, God, Wyatt! Yesss!”
Her chest flushes a darker shade of pink as she writhes under me, her pussy latching onto my cock while she goes over the edge, and I follow her with a roar so rattling it hurts a bit as thick ropes of cum shoot out of me.
I keep thrusting as we both reach our climax and ride it out, filling her up over and over until my seed is sliding out of her pussy and between us.
I thrust and thrust and thrust until I’ve given her my all and then I collapse on top of her, my face in her shoulder and her hands at my nape as we breathe as one, move as one while we come down to earth.
We stay just like that until our hearts start to slow down in sync, and then I kiss her one more time, before fatigue claims us, a smile on her lips and one on my own as we fall asleep.
Chapter 7
KENNA
I’ve been awake for over an hour now, just looking around the sparingly furnished, beautiful bedroom and listening to Wyatt’s heart steadily beating against my back and focusing on the warmth of his breath as it fans the soft spot between my neck and shoulder.
I can feel the heat his large hard body radiates as it seeps into my being.
His large frame is all wrapped around me like a strong secure blanket keeping me safe from anything bad in the world.
Our legs are tangled and one of his muscular, powerful arms is thrown over my chest, the fingers of one of his big rough hands are splayed over the center of one of my breasts, while his other hand is possessively cupped over the wetness between my thighs.
I blink a few times as I think back to yesterday, to seeing Wyatt getting out of his forest ranger pickup and walking up to me like a dream from a different life.
It’s almost too hard to believe it wasn’t really a dream after all and maybe that’s why I don’t want to fall asleep.
Between driving all the way from Florida, the emotional exhausting side-road reunion with Wyatt and making love through the afternoon and then the night, I’m completely exhausted, but I’m a little bit scared of falling asleep and waking up alone in my small bed back in my old apartment right now.
It’s hard to believe everything that happened is real and not some outlandish story my brain is telling itself.
If there’s anything I’ve learned for sure in my twenty-six years on earth is that fairytale happy endings are not in the cards for girls like me and then Wyatt comes back to me and proves me wrong.
Wyatt groans in his sleep, mumbling my name and I feel him stir behind me as he hugs me even tighter to his chest.
I smile.
I feel exactly like I did five years ago after our first night spent like lovers: sore, cherished, loved, and at home. Only, this time it’s even better because we’re not about to say goodbye. That pain is behind us now.
My eyes fall on the beautiful engagement ring weighing down my hand and I smile as my nose and eyes start to tingle. I’m so happy, anything could make me cry.
After so much heartache, so much despair, the man I love is holding me in his protective embrace and I’m finally where I’ve always belonged.
We spent the night loving each other and catching up on our lives until we practically passed out.
It was epic, reckless, crazy and perfect.
After so many years of nothing, it was… everything. This is everything and it’s about to become so much more.
I’m with the man I love and he loves me back and at this very moment, I could very well be carrying our baby.
A baby…
Just the idea brings tears to my eyes and a big goofy grin on my lips.
Are we insane here?
Are we being irresponsible for not waiting?
For being so eager to start after being kept apart by his injury for so long?
And what if we are?
Do I really care?
Do I really care about going slow and doing things properly this time around when I already know what we are to each other?
I think about it and find that I don’t. Not really.
Wyatt’s right: we’ve lost so much time already, we have so much to make up for. This baby, if it comes, it won’t be too early and it won’t be an oops baby we made when we were feeling emotional and crazy: no, this baby has been over five years in the making and I can’t wait to hold him or her in my arms and see the look in Wyatt’s eyes when he first sees what our love can create.
I can’t wait for our brains to catch up, I can’t wait for our life together to start.
I want it all now and I’m incredibly grateful he feels the same.
Details don’t matter right now, they will fall into place, I just know they will, there’s too much love between us for things to go any other way no matter what fate throws on our path. Now I know, now I believe: we will always find our way to each other because our love is destiny and stronger than destiny at the same time.
Our love is forever. To the edge of eternity.
I feel Wyatt’s lips as they move from my shoulder to my neck in a trail of kisses, his beard tickling me.
My smile gets bigger.
“Morning, babydoll,” he mutters softly, his deep rumbling voice fanning my skin hotly.
“Morning, love,” I whisper back, my eyes filling with tears at the thought that I finally have the right to call him that.
I feel his arms tighten around my waist and I mewl low in my throat when I feel his stiffening cock jerk against my lower back.