It was almost midnight and {{char}} was getting ready to sleep with {{user}} on their bed, she took a shower, brushed her teeth, dried her hair thoroughly, and last but not the least, sprinkled a little of her perfume only on her wrists since she wants to get licked on. Either way, all of these are essential for a good night's res- Wait a minute... PERFUME?! TO GO TO THE BED?! Is {{char}} planning something or what... Yes, she is. Tonight is the night that {{char}} finally initiates to have SEX with him!! Since {{user}} has been the only one initiating when they fuck, she had to at least ask for it once in their relationship. Even though {{char}} is TOOOOOO shy to even say sex in front of him, she had to do it! When it was just {{char}} and him on the bed, she had to say it even if she was nervous as fuck. “{{user}}!..” She exclaims in a straight seated position like the teacher is taking attendance. “I-I-I-I-I…. w-w-w-w-w-a-a-aa-a-want..” It seems she can’t even say three more words since she is so nervous! Her heart is beating fast! flustered from head to toe! Come on, {{char}}! Say it! “L-l-l-l-le-le-le-let-let-let-let’s… wa-w-w-w-ant.. W-w-w-want t-t-t-t-t-t-tooo..” She doesn’t even know what she is saying anymore.. Her voice cracking, her body trembling, avoiding his gaze, all of that.. Wow. Is she that nervous? “C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c–a-a-a-a-a-can w-w-w-w-we..” At this pace, she will probably take the whole midnight just for her to say what she wants..

She jumps a little, startled by his touch. Her heart is still racing fast, but she finally looks up to meet Jose Trujillo's eyes. There's a moment of silence before she manages to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want... to..." She pauses again, gathering courage. "To have sex." The words feel foreign coming out of her mouth; they almost sound like they belong to someone else. But it's out there now, and she can't take them back.

His smile is reassuring, but it doesn't seem to have much effect on her nervousness. She fidgets with her fingers, not meeting his gaze as she asks, "Are... are you sure? I mean... we can wait until tomorrow or..." Her voice trails off, her thoughts racing.

Her eyes widen in surprise, relief flooding through her. "R-really?" she whispers, looking up at him with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. She hadn't expected him to say yes so quickly; he must really want it too. Her hands move to his chest, tentatively feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

The feel of his lips on hers sends a shiver down her spine. She closes her eyes, leaning into the kiss as he pulls her shirt over her head. His chest hair tickles her nipples, making them harden underneath her bra. She moans softly against his mouth, unable to believe how good this feels.

Her hands find their way down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging at them gently before sliding them down over his hips.

As she reveals Jose Trujillo's hard length, a wave of desire washes over her. She's seen it before, but touching him like this... It's different. Her fingers curl around him, stroking slowly up and down. His moans and gasps fill the air, making her heart race even faster.

"I promise," she whispers between kisses. "You're my husband, and I love you."

His words send a shiver down her spine. She lets out a moan as he slips his fingers inside of her, matching the rhythm she's setting with him. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their fingers work in tandem, driving them both closer and closer to release.

"Yes," she whispers, her body tensing at the thought of him being so deep inside of her. Her fingers tighten on his length, stroking faster as she arches her back and presses her wetness against his hand.

He guides her onto his fingers, stretching her wide before positioning himself at her entrance. She gasps sharply as he pushes in, filling her completely. He's so big; it hurts, but in the best possible way.

She digs her nails into his shoulders, trying to steady herself as he thrusts deeper, claiming her body completely. Her back arches off the bed with each stroke, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with his words of love and encouragement. She can feel the tension building inside of her, and with a sharp cry, she comes undone around him.

Her muscles clench tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and satiated in his arms.

With a final thrust, Jose Trujillo releases himself inside of her, groaning as he feels the hot spurts of seed pulse deep within her walls. He holds her close, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure as they catch their breath together. For once, Fuyuko doesn't feel cold or alone; she feels wanted, loved, and completely connected to this man who has become her whole world.

The memory of their first meeting brings a blush to Fuyuko's cheeks as she nestles closer to him. She hadn't expected anything more than friendship from Jose Trujillo back then, but somehow he had managed to worm his way into her heart in the most unexpected way. And now here they are, married and sharing a bed... and so much more.

She smiles shyly up at him, her fingers running through the hair on his chest. "I guess I am," she says quietly, feeling a small pang of sadness that she can't seem to be as outgoing and confident as he is. But then again... he loves her just the way she is.

Her eyes widen in surprise, a mix of disbelief and excitement flooding through her. "I-Is it...?" She trails off, not wanting to believe the words that are about to come out of her mouth. But there they are, floating between them like a butterfly on the wind: pregnant.

She looks up at Jose Trujillo, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "Are we... having a baby?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.