“Uh..” I replied, the sole of wit and retort with my slackened jaw.

She giggled mischievously as she slowly walked over to me from the adjoining door behind her. I noticed that she was still wearing her white shirt and green pants from this morning, but no tool belts, weapons, or boots, which left her looking much daintier in an odd way. Also far sexier, with her creamy pale skin, wild red hair that she had undone, and the very hungry look in her bright blue eyes.

“Well?” She asked as she slowly crept closer to me, her eyes holding me paralyzed the same way a snake can paralyze a bird with a look. “I’d really like to join you. I’m very tired, sore, and dirty from this morning. And I have so much to do over the next few days. This may be my only chance.”

“For a bath?” I croaked out, my voice sounding ragged to me. She was very beautiful, but I was used to seeing her as the excited young woman or the fiery inventor. This was a new look for her, an enticing look, and it had caught me off guard.

“Well, that too.” She giggled again as she reached the edge of the tub, and very blatantly glanced over my submerged, naked form. “I’m sure I’ll get a bath, at some point.”

I felt oddly vulnerable as I sat in the soapy water under her stare, but also a little excited when I saw a look of approval cross her face.

“Are you sure about this?” I managed to force out, despite my body reacting to her look and presence like a starving wolf presented with a massive pile of fresh meat. It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman, and it was all I could do to sit there calmly in the hot water, and not snatch her and devour her in a frenzy.

Her smile changed to one of tenderness at my question.

“You are a gentlemen to ask. However,” she reached down and undid the belt holding her pants up, followed by the buttons along the crotch. “I’ve wanted this from the moment you jumped into the middle of my fight with Kirby at Central Park. I’ve known you for so short a time, but you’ve changed my life so much already.”

She gripped the base of her shirt and quickly pulled it up over her head, before dropping it to the ground in a heap. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her perky breasts bounced out on to display, creamy with a few freckles scattered on them. Her nipples were puffy and pink, and began to grow hard as I watched, entranced.

“So much you’ve done for me and my family, just for the asking, or because you simply felt it needed to be done, and you didn’t even flinch from the consequences.” She continued, smiling a bit smugly at my reaction to her increasingly naked form as she gripped her trousers. “If I’m being honest, if Mr. Carnegie hadn’t shown up last night, I would’ve joined you in bed then!”

“I don’t want a casual romp.” I managed to ground out, despite my bodies hungry protest. “I’ve never had a taste for that. If this is just lust and excitement, then I thank you for the compliment, but will insist you leave.”

It was a bit direct, but I couldn’t really focus better than that. My blood was hot and flowing in other directions, and my lower half had already come to full, almost painful attention. Being direct and even harsh was all I was capable of at the moment for polite refusal.

I gripped the sides of the bathtub hard in self-restraint. I’d turned down more than a few willing women over the years because that was all that they’d wanted. A quick roll in the hay with the famous legend, and that was it.

I was hungry for more.

I wanted a companion, a partner in life, not just a fun few hours of pleasure that ultimately had nothing but emptiness in it.

Orna blinked in surprise, and then actually blushed a deep red with her face, neck, and shoulders. Her tender smile remained though as she met my stare without flinching.

“There’s plenty of both of those.” She slowly lowered her trousers, revealing long, slender, toned legs covered in her soft, creamy white skin, and leaving only a sensible pair of white panties hugging around her waist. “But I want more than that too. I’ve known you for barely a full day, but my life has changed so much. I’ve had fun, excitement, romance, and a wild adventure.”

She stepped out of her pants, and then gently took hold of her panties, causing me to groan softly as I looked her beautiful form up and down, my restraint feeling more painful by the second.

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“Already the thought of never seeing you again, of you leaving me behind, or us simply going our separate ways, fills me with dread and misery. I never used to believe in love at first sight, or whirlwind romances.” She giggled mischievously as she slowly, almost playfully, lowered her panties to the ground, before she slowly stood back up in her full naked glory. “Then it happened to me, and suddenly all those stories about it made sense. It’s a very strange feeling, having love itself practically walk up to you and slap you in the face.”

I stared at her lithe, tight, creamy body, and knew I was doomed.

Her grin turned a bit smug at my reaction, and she slowly raised her leg, giving me a full view of her smooth, glistening pussy as she daintily stepped one leg into my bath.

“I’m not staying in this city.” I told her, my knuckles turning white as I continued to grip the sides of the tub, watching her slowly lower her foot to one side of my waist.

“Good.” She replied in a increasingly sultry voice as she stepped up and over the tubs threshold to stand above me, knee deep in the water. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow. I want to be one of your women. Please take me, Jake. Make me yours.”

One of my women? I briefly wondered, confused, but then she slowly lowered herself into the water on her knees, straddling me, and I was suddenly solely focused on the task at hand. That being my own desperate desire for this beautiful, willing woman who claimed to already be in love with me.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure of my own feelings, but the thought of leaving her behind filled me with a pain deep in my heart. Deep enough that I knew this was no fling.

With that realization, the last of my resistance melted away.

I let go of the tub, and gently took hold of her hips, slowly stroking her sides with my hands as she groaned at the touch, still hovering over me with a hungry, eager grin. I slowly slid my hands up over her taut belly and ribs to grip her breasts, squeezing them slowly a few times before lightly pinching her nipples. She groaned again as I squeezed them a few more times before my hands continued to slide over her shoulders and down her arms to her calloused hands and fingers.

“You are so very beautiful.” I said as my hands reached up to her face and gently traced around her jaw and neck, my fingers tracing around the curves as they slid through some of her hair.

She began tracing over me with her hands, leaning forward as she did so, until her hands and face were right next to mine, her breath coming out in more ragged gasps.

“Please kiss me.”

I needed no further prompting, and leaned forward to taste her lips for the first time. She reminded me of a mixture of apples and peaches. But then our mutual hunger took over, and she pushed forward, kissing me deeply with a desperate passion as her hands gripped my shoulders, while her round butt brushed up against my stiff rod.

That was all it took to send me over the edge, and I quickly gripped her hips, lifted her up, and then slowly down onto me. We both groaned in pleasure as I slowly pulled her down to the very base of me, and my cock was deep inside her folds. She kissed me with renewed passion, and I slowly pulled her up, before slamming her back down again.

And again.

And again, harder each time.

“Oh Jake!” She moaned, her legs tightening around me. “Don’t stop! Harder!”

“Yes ma’am.” I smirked, and then proceeded to pick up the pace. Soon I was slamming into her with wild abandon, with the water of the tub sloshing around us like a miniature tsunami.

There was no real tenderness, no finesse, no patience at this point.

This was animal lust, hunger for pleasure and desperate need. A need to be part of the other person, to be joined together.

To no longer be alone.

All too quickly, I could feel the pleasure gathering together, and I knew I’d finish soon. This only caused me to push harder, wanting her to cum as well, to cum before me if possible. That thought suddenly became a goal for me, and I began thrusting my hips against her as I pulled her down at the same time, hammering deep into her over and over again.

I leaned forward and captured one of her puffy, hardened nipples in my mouth as I thrusted, lightly sucking and biting on it. She moaned and suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, her body suddenly going tight and rigid as she held me deeply and came hard!

Smiling, I kept going, thrusting and sucking, before the pleasure finally overcame me, and I thrusted deep into her pussy as I came as well, dumping my hot load deep in her.

Groaning in exhaustion and pleasure, I sank back into the tub with her on top of me, both of us spent.

For a few minutes, we just lay there in the water; warm, exhausted, breathing heavily, and relaxed. It was the first time in a long time I’d been so relaxed, actually. That realization surprised me, and brought a smile to my face.

She looked at me, and smiled in response as she reached forward and lightly touched on the cut on my face from the sword fight with Kirby. I winced at the small bit pain that caused, but otherwise didn’t react.

“So close to ending you.” She whispered, her fingers lightly tracing over it. “All for me. I’m so sorry.”

“I risked it gladly.” I replied, raising my hand to capture hers in a warm embrace. “And will again. Because I think it’s worth it to do so.”

“Only wild men think like that.” She half whispered in a husky voice to me, smiling impishly as her fingers gripped mine back tightly. “Civilized men, and women for that matter, all think about cost benefit ratios for risking anything, especially their lives.”

“Much as I hate the silly nickname,” I chuckled as I stroked her beautiful, flushed face, while carefully stroking some strands of her wet red hair. “I’ve always been more wild than civilized.”

“Good.” She replied with a smile, leaning her head against my chest and closing her eyes with a sigh. “So have I.”