Steam has filled the room, and I’m rock hard again by the time I step into the shower and let the hot water coat our skin. My hand is under her butt, holding her up, and as I reposition, I accidentally on purpose, graze a knuckle over her ass.
“Warrick,” she moans huskily.
Smiling to myself, I do it again before moving my fingers higher and finding where her cunt is stretched wide around my cock. Despite the water still cascading over us, I can feel the slick remains of my cum and her cream, and I gather some on my fingers and bring it to her ass, rubbing it over her tight hole, that slowly starts to soften and relax.
“Oh god,” she moans, pressing her face into my shoulder as I push the tip of my finger inside of her.
“Fuck, amore mio, I can feel my dick inside your pussy,” I tell her, sliding my finger deeper.
“Full,” she pants, “so full.”
Pulling my finger free, I cover two fingers in our arousal, then slowly work them into her ass until she’s panting and whining, her hips trying to roll as I keep her pinned in place.
“Look at you, amore mio. Your cunt stuffed full of my cock, ass full of my fingers, and desperate to be fucked,” I drawl.
“Please, Warrick, please,” she begs.
“Do you need to be fucked, amore mio?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear her say it, to beg for it.
“Yes, please fuck me.”
Pressing her against the tile, I pull back then slam forward, pulling my fingers almost free of her ass the moment my dick is deep inside of her, only to swap and thrust my fingers deep while my dick withdraws. Alternating, I fill her with my fingers then cock, fucking her deep and slow until she splinters, coming so hard, her body tightens until I can barely get my fingers and dick back inside of her. When her muscles relax, she screams, stifling the sound when she bites down on my shoulder.
Her body sucks me in deep, and I explode, pumping my cum into her as she milks my dick, clenching and relaxing until my balls are empty, and my chest is heaving as I gasp for air.
Reluctantly, I lift her off my cock and lower her to the floor on shaky legs. I can’t fight the desire to feel myself inside of her, so I slide two fingers into her cunt, pushing my cum back into her body, forcing it closer to her cervix and hopefully helping to make the baby that I told her I was happy to wait for.
Apparently, I lied, because some kind of feral urge to breed her has me wanting to bend her over the side of the tub and fuck her until she’s full of me again. But I manage to push the desire down because my woman is hungry and I need to feed her.
“Warrick,” she pants as I collect as much of my cum as I can and stuff it back inside of her.
“Come for me, Verity,” I growl.
Like she was just waiting for permission, she tightens and comes, grabbing my wrist as her knees try to buckle. Wrapping my arm around her, I keep her standing, sliding my fingers slowly in and out of her cunt, until her breathing settles, and she slowly opens her eyes.
“I love you,” I tell her before I lean down and kiss her like she’s mine, because she is.
After we’re clean, I wrap her in a towel, then reluctantly cover her with one of my shirts, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her down the stairs while she giggles and pinches my boxer-clad ass.
“Put me down.” She laughs.
“Fine,” I say on an amused huff, lifting her off my shoulder and sitting her on the kitchen counter while I open the refrigerator.
Most of the meals I prepped for her are gone, and my chest swells at the knowledge that I’ve been taking care of my woman even when I wasn’t here. “Did you enjoy the food I made for you?” I ask.
“It was all delicious,” she says, her cheeks turning a little pink. “But I can take care of myself, you know.”
“But why would you need to when I can do it for you?” I say simply.
“Well, I might not need you to for much longer,” she says, smiling.
My skin prickles, and I slowly stand, then turn to face her. “What do you mean?”
Smiling so widely she’s practically gleeful, she says, “I have an interview for a job this afternoon.”
“You what?” I snap.
