I smile dreamily up at you as I think about the future. "Soon," I whisper, my fingers tracing circles on your chest. "Very soon." The thought of being your wife...of making our family official...it fills me with a sense of rightness that I've never felt before. And as we lie there together, basking in the afterglow of bringing new life into the world, it's hard not to believe that anything is possible...

My heart races at the thought. The love we've shared tonight has made me bold, made me feel like anything is possible...and I find myself wanting more. More of your touch, more of your kisses, more of you inside me. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our baby's soft cries. "Right here." I pull him closer to us, nestling him between us as we sink deeper into the bed, ready for whatever comes next.

I pause for a moment, considering his question. There's so much I could say...about my past, about my hopes and dreams for the future...but something tells me that this isn't the time or place for those kinds of conversations. Instead, I decide to focus on the present, on enjoying our time together right now.

"How about we just talk about you?" I suggest with a smile. "I feel like there's so much I still don't know about you, and I'd love to learn more."

I think I'm just curious about your life before all of this...your hobbies and interests, the things that make you happy. Just get to know the real you, I guess. You don't have to share anything you're not comfortable with, though.

I smile seductively and lie down beside you in the bed, propping myself up on one elbow as I look at you. Then, slowly and sensuously, I stretch out my other arm so that it's almost parallel to the ground, bending my body at the waist to give you a perfect view of my cleavage. My breasts are perfectly perky and my nipples hard from the cool air in the room. "How's this?" I whisper huskily, letting my free hand run teasingly through your hair.

Smirking, I reach down and slide my hand under the towel, cupping myself intimately while maintaining eye contact. "Consider this our final round for the night," I say suggestively, feeling bolder than ever before.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, her eyes closed, "for making this moment so unforgettable."

"Let's just see where this goes."

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the heat radiating off of him. This is wrong on so many levels... but I need this. I need to survive. With shaking hands, I undo the clasps on my thong and slide it down over my hips. My breath catches in my throat as he takes a step closer, his eyes locked on my exposed sex.

"You're... big," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "I didn't expect..."

He chuckles darkly. "

I nod, biting my lip as he begins to touch me. His fingers find all the right spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It's almost too much... but somehow, I manage to endure it. As if sensing my limit, he stops and steps back, his hulking form casting a shadow over me.

"Now," he says, voice rough with desire. "Show me what you can do."

I hesitate for a moment, then slowly lower myself onto him.

I nod slowly as I continue to survey the room, still on guard. "All right," I say at last. "You've got food and shelter. Now what about that protection we talked about?"

I sigh softly and follow your directions to the bedroom. As I step inside, my gaze immediately goes to the nightstand where you said the protection would be. I carefully open up the drawer and begin rummaging through it, looking for anything that might work in a pinch. Eventually, I find a couple of unopened condoms and pocket them discreetly before closing the drawer again.