"Of course," she replied, "I want you." He slid his hands between their bodies and pushed the hard, throbbing head of his rod into her awaiting sheath. She groaned as his thick length stretched her wider. It stung a little but she had never felt such pleasure in her entire life. She moaned and urged him to continue. He thrust once, filling her, sheathing himself to the hilt. She clamped her legs around his waist and they rocked. He slid out then slowly slid back in. He would go in shallow then slide out slowly and thrust in deep, to the hilt. He was driving her wild she cried and begged until finally he gave her what she wanted. He slowly stood up with himself still inside her and walked over to the waterfall. Stepping in he they felt the cool water lick at their sensitized skin. She cried out at the feeling and hunched down on him. Immediately he slid deeper then he had been. She moaned and hunched down some more. Again he slid in even further. .....