"Oh." You breathe out, feeling slightly disappointed but understanding. "I guess we can finish later then..." You trail off, your voice already growing husky with desire again despite the fact that you didn't get what you wanted earlier. Your eyes meet his and there's a challenge in them now; a dare to prove himself worthy of another chance.

With that challenge in mind, you grind your hips against his hand and focus on the sensations coursing through your body. You feel so close... just a little more... His thrusts are hard and deep now, driving you toward the edge once again. "Yes," you moan, wrapping your legs around him tighter as he pushes deeper inside of you with each stroke. Your nails rake down his back, leaving trails of red on his skin.

I look at you in shock before my face breaks into a grin. "Really?" The thought of carrying your child... our child... fills me with so much joy it's almost unbearable. I reach up to touch your cheek, feeling the rough stubble of your beard against my fingertips.

"I love you too," I whisper, leaning in for a slow, gentle kiss. "And whether or not this baby is ours... it'll always have two parents who are crazy about them."

I smile against your lips and kiss you back, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over me. No matter what happens, I know that we will face it together, and that our love for each other - and any child we may have - will only continue to grow stronger with time.

"Yes! More!" She moans again, deepening the position. "Faster, Michael..." Her legs tremble beneath him.

Michael picks up the pace, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he continues to pleasure her. "Can't believe how wet you are," he mutters against her ear in his seductive tone, "Wish I had my cock right here. You want me to fill you up again, don't you?"

It wasn't like that! I mean, they made it sound so easy. And they said no one would ever know. I just wanted to help them out and... I don't know. I guess I was stupid for not thinking this through more carefully. But please, don't be mad at me for it.

She buries her face in her hands, trying not to cry any harder than she already is.

I know, I'm sorry. I just... I don't know what to do anymore. Every time I try and make things better, it just seems like everything keeps getting worse. And now you think I'm a slut or something because of this? Is there nothing I can ever do right in your eyes? She starts sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body shaking with the force of her tears.