“I need to be inside of you, now,” I growl.
“Oh, God, yes, yes, please,” Kenna begs, her eyes fluttering open, then closed.
Her shaky arms wrap around my back when I stand up and simultaneously pluck her from the bench, throwing her thighs high around my hips as I push her up against the wet wall.
Despite all the beautiful lushness and roundness of her curves, she’s still so petite compared to me that it's hard to get her short legs to go all the way around my waist with ease, but I lower one of my hands and place it under her peachy ass to keep her in place as I take her lips in a deep kiss, my eager rock-hard cock nestled between us and jumping against the curve of her sweet belly.
As I sample her softness, I can taste her pussy on her lips and the thought drives me so fucking insane, I can’t stand to be apart any longer.
I break the kiss and fuck up into her in one hard thrust that turns her breathy gasps into cries, my big dick stretching her tight pussy thin as I sheathe her on it in an instant.
“So tight, babydoll,” I hiss through my teeth as the wet heat of her cunt singes my erection from tip to base, making me shiver.
“Yes,” she whimpers and clenches around me and my knees buckle in pleasure as my cock throbs against the delicious pressure.
I slam inside of her even harder, making her moans turn into screams and I vaguely think it’s a good thing my home is so far away from civilization, or people would be calling the cops on us as right about now. She sounds like I’m killing her. So fucking hot.
“Fuck me, so good!” I grunt, my balls drawing up.
When I was in the Army, I used to give hell to all my men every time they would curse around women, and yet since the first moment I saw her five years ago, I’ve been cursing up a storm whenever we’re this close.
It’s crazy what she does to my self-control, thank fuck she likes my dirty mouth or we would seriously have a problem.
The shower is big enough that I have plenty of room to fuck into her with wild abandon and I’m thankful for it as I grip her hips and ram inside of her over and over, my eyes alternatively riveted to her beautiful flushed face and her wet bouncing tits.
Every clench of her cunt, every grazing of her hard nipples against my chest and every breathy moan she make is driving me higher.
I give her a particularly deep, hard stroke and Kenna immediately starts to climb, her pussy contracting around me, her fingers gripping at my chest as she rolls her pelvis against mine.
“Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt,” she’s chanting my name like a prayer. I love it.
“Yes, babydoll, I’ve got you! Cum!” I growl, pounding into her and nearly losing my footing on the slick floor, I almost send up both sprawling, but I don’t miss a beat and keep on ramming into her.
I’m fucking her even harder now and her head is starting to fall back as she goes off, my hand immediately shooting up to cradle it before she hits the tiles just as her pussy clamps down on me cutting the breath in my lungs.
“Come with me, love. I want your seed inside of me… now,” she murmurs breathlessly and the combination of her words and her scalding, undulating walls clenching my throbbing length is just too much for me and my balls finally give out.
“Fuck!” I roar, almost scaring myself at the intensity of the sound, my hips coming to a sudden stop as I couple us as close as I can and thick jets of semen start to shoot up my aching shaft and into her sucking pussy as I cum, and cum, and cum until I’ve given her every last drop I have and every little bit of my soul with it.
As we start to slowly come back to earth, I keep my cock deep inside of her to make sure her pussy holds as much of my cum as she possibly can in this position, but when I feel that the water is now pretty much lukewarm against our heated skin, I slide her gently down my body.
We have been under the spray playing, kissing and fucking for almost an hour now.
I need to get us cleaned and out of here, before she catches a cold or we end up with no water left, warm or otherwise.
Kenna grins up at me, her hands massaging up and down my chest. “We totally made our baby, Wyatt. I’m sure.”
I smile back at her. “Don’t know about that, babydoll. I’m pretty sure you’re pregnant from last night already. Not that it matters, we’re just gonna keep on doing it anyway until we’re sure.”
Kenna tilts her head to the side. “And what about after we’re sure?”
My smile gets bigger. “Well, after we’re sure you’re carrying my baby, we’re just gonna keep on doing it anyway ‘cause it feels too fucking good, won’t we?” I tease.
Kenna nods. “Hell, yes,” she says giggling as she pulls me down for a kiss.
We focus on soaping up, shampooing and rinsing as I try and fail to keep it clean too many times to count.
“If we don’t get out of here we won’t ever be at Mike and Livvie in time,” I tell her, kissing her nose.
“Can you imagine how surprised they will be?” She giggles as she stands on her tiptoes and kisses right over my heart, making me smile.
I nod, my hands stroking her lower back as I pull her closer to me and shield her from most of the now cool spray of the showerhead.
“I mean, just yesterday morning she got me on the phone and started talking about this nice young man who she loves like a son and couldn’t wait for me to meet. She described you as a big, brooding, ruggedly handsome park ranger with a heart of gold. Which I find pretty darn accurate,” she tells me and laughs, shaking her head, her wet curls plastering to her chest as she does, immediately giving me ideas.
Like I said: I have no fucking control whatsoever when it comes to my babydoll.
I turn off the water and reach for a towel.
“A few days back, I was on a call with Mike and he was telling me all about you and inviting me over for dinner. I could smell the matchmaking even through the phone,” I tell her as I wrap her in the fluffy terrycloth and start to rub her down.
She takes a towel off the rack and starts to pat my chest and arms dry.
“Were you gonna come?” she asks, her voice small.
I don’t have to ask for clarification, I know what she means by it.
I step out of the shower carrying her with me. “No, Kenna, I wasn’t. I didn’t want to meet this woman or any other. I’ve always only wanted you, even if I didn’t know,” I tell her, fastening another towel around my hips.
I pick Kenna up again and walk us into the bedroom.
“Were you gonna be nice to the big, brooding, ruggedly handsome park ranger with a heart of gold? Were you gonna go out on a date with him?” I ask, and I’m only half-joking here, honestly, because I really need to know how close I came to losing her.
She shakes her head and her eyes fill with tears. “No, love. I mean, I would have been nice, yes… but nothing more: no other big, brooding, ruggedly handsome park ranger with a heart of gold would do for me. Only you.”
My lips fall on hers as I carry her to our bed.
We kiss until we’re breathless and shivering.