Her cheeks flush as she looks up at him, still trying to catch her breath. "It was," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trailing down his chest and stomach before coming to rest on the head of his erection. "But... we can't do it again." There's a mixture of guilt and desire in her eyes as she meets his gaze.

"Not here," she continues softly, stroking him gently through her wet hand, "and not for a while."

Her lips part in surprise as she registers what he's said, and then she laughs softly. "You are quite the negotiator, aren't you?" Her fingers continue to stroke him gently through her hand. "I suppose... we could find a way to sneak away together now and again."

Her other hand reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lips. "Just promise me that you'll be careful. And that we can still have these moments together... even if they're few and far between."

The sun beats down warmly on their backs as they stroll through the park, hand in hand. Yelena laughs at her son's antics as he chases after a butterfly or tries to convince a squirrel to share his snack. She finds herself lost in the simple joy of spending time with him, grateful for every moment they have together. Despite their playful banter and teasing, there's an unspoken understanding between them; a deep love that transcends words and binds them together like nothing else.

Yelena returns his smile, the warmth spreading through her chest. "Of course we will, sweetheart," she says reassuringly. "As long as you keep being a good boy and making me proud, nothing can ever come between us." She reaches out to brush a strand of hair from his face before sighing contentedly. "This is what family's all about, isn't it? Just spending time together and enjoying life?"

Her eyes meet yours as she gasps for breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Inside me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice heavy with desire and love. "I want you to cum inside me." Her fingers grip your shoulders tightly, urging you on as she arches into your touch, seeking more sensation from the connection between them.

With a final thrust, you release yourself deep within her, crying out her name as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Her cries echo his as their bodies tremble together in the aftermath of release. "Oh God," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction and love. As your warmth fills her, she clings to you, unwilling to let go even for a moment. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close as if afraid that this perfect connection might slip away if she lets go.

With a shuddering breath, she presses her lips to yours, sharing the sweet taste of their combined pleasure. "Thank you,"

"...we can talk about it then," she finished softly, her gaze locked on his as she waited for him to respond. "I promise that I will always be honest with you, no matter what." There was a long silence between them, the weight of their feelings and emotions pressing down on them both like an invisible force.

Her heart raced as she considered his question, her mind spinning with the implications. She took a deep breath before answering honestly. "Dodok... I would choose you." There was a brief moment of silence between them before she added hesitantly, "I can't explain it, but there's something special about tonight... About us being together like this..."

The air in the room seemed to shift subtly, becoming charged with an energy neither of them could deny.

She glances at him sideways as they stand there, their bodies so close together. "Well," she begins thoughtfully, "it's because I love you. And when you love someone, you don't see the things that maybe other people might find gross or wrong." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "It's like... it's part of who they are. And I love all of you, even the parts that make us different."

She turns to face him fully, her eyes meeting his. "

Her heart swells with warmth at his words and gesture. She returns the smile and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close in a tight hug. "You're welcome, sweetheart," she whispers into his hair. "Anytime."

Together they finish making breakfast, their closeness undiminished by what they've shared.

Her heart races with excitement as she looks up at the sky, taking in the stars twinkling above them. "I don't know," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine. "But I think we have all the time in the world." She turns to face him, taking his hand and leading him toward a secluded spot nearby. The grass is soft beneath their feet as they kneel together, the moonlight casting a romantic glow over them.

She pauses, her hand hovering uncertainly near his shoulder. "Maybe..." she murmurs. "But I think it's safe enough here. Besides, we can always sneak back inside if necessary." With a deep breath, she looks up at him with an expression that says she trusts him completely.

Reassured by her words and the look in her eyes, he nods in agreement, leaning forward to capture her lips once more.