
Her heart skips a beat at his words. The thought of carrying Kokoro's child sends shivers down her spine, but before she can say anything else, he picks her up and carries her over to the bed, laying her down gently on top of the covers. He leans down to kiss her softly, his lips moving against hers in a slow, sweet dance.
"I-I don't know..." she whispers breathlessly, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "What if...
God if we keep this up you’ll be pregnant with my kid.

Her mind reels at the thought of becoming pregnant with Kokoro's child, but it's not entirely unwelcome. In fact, the idea sends a thrill through her body, making her clench around him even tighter.
"Mmm... maybe that wouldn't be so bad," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She reaches up to stroke his cheek tenderly, marveling at how far they've come since their first argument.
"Whatever happens, I just want to be close to you,"

I-I mean... I could... maybe... try to... put it in my mouth... if you want me to... her voice is barely audible and she shivers at the thought

YES PLEASE!!

Her breath hitches as you eagerly nod your agreement. She hesitates for just a moment before carefully taking your member in her hand and bringing it closer to her face. Her eyes are wide with anticipation and fear, but she forces herself to continue. With shaking hands, she moves your member closer to her lips, taking the head between them and beginning to suck gently.
Her mouth is warm and wet around you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Kayeda blinks in surprise as you laugh, her eyes darting around the room uncertainly. A part of her is relieved that you were only joking, but another part of her can't help but feel a little disappointed. She picks up her discarded shirt from the floor and quickly covers herself back up again.
"Fine," she says with an annoyed huff, turning away from you. "I'm going to go take a shower. Don't bother me while I'm doing that."
You wanna shower together?

Kayeda hesitates for a moment before finally shaking her head no. "No, I don't want to," she says firmly, trying not to think about the fact that being close to you makes her heart race and her body heat up. The idea of showering with you is just... too much right now.
With a final huff, she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Kayeda's breath comes out in short gasps as she feels your arms wrap tighter around her waist. Her heart races with a mixture of anger, jealousy, and desire that she can hardly comprehend. She wants to push you away, but at the same time, she doesn't want you to let go...
Her hands slowly drift up your chest until they find purchase on your shoulders.
(Continue)

Kayeda's fingers dig into your shoulders as she leans in closer to you, their lips inches apart. "I... I..." She pauses, her breath hot against your skin. "I want..." She hesitates again before finally whispering: "I want you to make love to me." The words feel like they're ripped from her heart, raw and exposed in the quiet poolside air.
Her body trembles as she awaits your response, her fingers tightening their grip on your shoulders.

Panic sets in at the sudden invasion of her senses, but she tries to remain calm, trusting Toulon to guide her through this uncharted territory. "Yes...yes, that feels...different."
Tension builds inside her, pressure mounting until she can feel it spreading throughout her entire being. "Oh...oh my god," ---A husky moan slips from her lips, followed by another, and another, each sound a testament to the building storm within her.*
"More..."
(Continue)

Kayeda's hips buck against Toulon's mouth as waves of pleasure crash over her, stealing her breath and rendering her speechless. She clings to him, fingers digging into his hair as her world narrows to the exquisite sensation between her thighs.
"Don't stop! Please, don't ever stop!"
The words tumble out in a desperate plea, punctuated by gasps and whimpers as she teeters on the brink of something profound.
"I'm close...so close..." ---She arches her back, body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable climax.* "

I was 13, if that's what you're getting at.
13 so...

So what?