She moaned. “Yes. Please, Lucas.”
I let the head of my cock slide against her soaked slit, teasing her entrance. She whimpered and squirmed, already desperate and panting. I drove into her in one hard thrust.
She cried out, her back arching, her body taking every inch of me like she couldn’t get full fast enough.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “That tight little pussy’s always so ready for me.”
I started pounding inside her—deep, punishing strokes that had the water slapping against our skin. She held on with both arms and legs, her breath coming fast and hot in my ear.
“You feel that?” I growled. “How deep I am? How hard I’m fucking you, baby?”
“Yes! Oh yes!”
“Gonna fuck you until your knees give out,” I gritted. “Until your pussy’s dripping with my come.”
She moaned louder, her head falling back against the tile.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” I demanded.
“You do,” she gasped. “Only you, Lucas.”
“Damn right.”
I kissed her neck, bit her shoulder, licked a path to her tits, and sucked one nipple into my mouth until she was begging me to touch her clit.
I did—rough and fast, just how she liked it—and within seconds she was screaming.
I took her hard, making her scream for me all over again. That tight little body clamped down so hard around me, I saw stars.
I slammed into her one last time and shouted as I emptied inside her. Wave after wave, my balls tightening, and her name on my lips. My hips jerked once, then twice, before I finally stilled and held her tight against me.
We stayed that way under the water, both of us breathing hard, hearts slamming against our ribs. Her arms were limp around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, her lips pressed to my skin.
“You good?” I murmured, lips against her forehead.
She nodded, her voice breathless. “So good.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her face, then grinned. “Good. Because I’m not done. Not even close.”
She laughed weakly. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Nope,” I murmured. “Gonna put a baby in you.”
She stilled, and I looked down at her, an eyebrow raised. Something in her expression was different now. She was holding something back, and I didn’t like it.
“Maren?” I growled.
She bit her lip, then smiled mischievously. “You already did.”
I stared. “What?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I took the test this morning. I was going to tell you after dinner. But, uh…you distracted me, and it just kind of slipped out.”
I blinked, the weight of her words crashing over me, filling me with excitement, love, and a little smugness at knowing I’d knocked up my woman. “You’re pregnant.”
She nodded again. “I’m pregnant.”
I kissed her hard and deep. Then I pressed her tighter against me, one hand splayed over her back and the other on her stomach like I could protect both at once.
