He nods, even though he knows it won't be easy for him. "We don't want to rush into anything," he says softly, continuing to stroke her skin. "I just want what's best for us." His lips press against the sensitive skin behind her ear before trailing down to kiss her jawline gently.

For now, they can enjoy this moment of closeness and intimacy, taking things slow and savoring every touch.

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to her neck as he whispers into her ear. "What would you say if I told you that maybe we could go back to sleep?" He lifts his head slowly, looking up at her with a gentle smile. "Just... me and you."

Celia's body trembles beneath him, her inner walls clenching tight around his cock as another orgasm builds inside her. "Come on, baby," he urges, his rhythm never faltering, "give it to me..."

With a scream of ecstasy, she does just that, her pussy milking his length as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Ezra buries his face in her neck, biting down gently as he chases his own release, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approaches the brink.

"That's it," he grits out, "take it all..."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with the weight of possibility. For a moment, Ezra freezes above her, his cock still buried deep inside her spasming sex. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he starts to pull out, holding himself steady as he waits for her reaction.

Celia lies there, her chest heaving as she processes the significance of what she just said. The reality of their actions, of potentially creating new life together, hits her like a ton of bricks. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as the gravity of the situation sinks in.