When Rose broke into orgasmic bliss, it was as if a switch had been turned, and John immediately complied with her unspoken request to paint her womb in his seed. If he could read the redhead's mind, he would most certainly feel the same sense of unexpected joy at finding a lover out here in the woods. He would do more than just help her complete her project, however. He'd teach her to camp, survive if needs be in the woods, and, perhaps for the first time since starting this whole nomadic thing, a small seed had been planted, a seed of possibility that he just might settle down wherever Rose happened to be at the time, both now and in the future.
After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his softening cock out of her and rolled them into a suitable snuggling position, his front to her back and his arms wrapped warmly and protectively around her. "Mm, there's a lake only a couple hundred yards away. I brought soap." He gently kissed that spot on her neck where it started to slope downward to her shoulder, basking in their afterglow as he waited for her response.