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I slide into her in one smooth motion. And we're home.
This isn't about taking or claiming. Not anymore. This is about worship. I move inside her, slow and deep, my eyes locked on hers. Her hands roam my back, her nails lightly scoring my skin. Her hips meet me, stroke for stroke.
"I want to have your babies, Gio," she says.
My rhythm falters. I stop, buried deep inside her.
"it seems you already are," I say, my voice cracking.
"More," she whispers. "A ton of them."
A laugh bubbles in my chest, and I begin to move again, my strokes slow and deep. My heart is so full, I think it might burst.
"I love you, Bibi," I whisper. "I love you so much."
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. "I love you, too."
We stay like that for a long time, our bodies moving together, our whispers filling the room. It's slow and sweet, a gentle, steady climb. There's no rush. There's only us. There's only this.
I slide my hands under her ass and lift her, changing the angle. I go deeper, and she gasps.
"You're mine," I whisper against her lips.
"Yours," she whispers back.
I feel her body start to tighten, her breath catching in her throat. I know her body, know every signal, every tell. I know she's close.
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing in slow, steady circles.
"Gio," she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.
"Let go for me," I murmur. "Let go."
She cries out, her body convulsing around me, her release flooding over her. I follow her, my own orgasm tearing through me, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I pour myself into her, my seed spilling deep inside her, hoping, praying, wishing.
We lay together for a long time, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged. I hold her, my arms wrapped around her, her head on my chest. Her heartbeat is a steady, calming rhythm against my skin.
I kiss the top of her head, her hair still damp. "Sleep now," I whisper. "I've got you."
This time, she does. Her breathing evens out, her body relaxing against mine. I hold her, watching her sleep, my heart aching with a love so fierce it hurts. The darkness is outside, but in here, in this room, there's only light.
And her.
And a baby. Our baby.
