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"Amazing," I breathe, sliding down a little further. "So much better than I remembered."

He laughs softly. "I love that you said that."

I take more of him, my body adjusting to the stretch, the slight burn giving way to pure pleasure. When I'm finally seated to the hilt, I pause, savoring the feeling of being so full, so complete.

It feels like coming home.

I look down at him.

He's looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

My heart does a funny little flip.

I look down at where we are joined, his cock deep inside me, at my stomach, slightly rounded now, between us. A new wave of emotion washes over me.

I place a hand over my stomach. "He or she is in there."

Diego covers my hand with his. "Our baby."

The tears I was trying so hard to stop earlier are back, but for a completely different reason.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you more." He lifts his head and kisses me. "Now ride me."

I laugh through the tears and start to move, rising up and sliding back down, slowly at first, finding a rhythm, letting the pleasure build.

His hands find my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples as I ride him.

Then one hand slides down to my clit.

I cry out as he circles it.

I'm not going to last long.

"Diego," I pant.

I lean forward, my hands on his chest, and kiss him. The angle changes, and I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me that sends a bolt of pleasure straight through me. I move faster, chasing it, the pressure building again, more intense this time.

His hand on my hip tightens, slowing me down.

"Too much, cara," he murmurs. "Slow down."

I want to protest, but he's right. I'm cleared, but I don't want to risk it. Plus, we have all the time in the world now. I force myself to slow down, to make every movement count, to draw this out for as long as possible.

I lift up, taking him almost all the way out, then slide back down, taking him to the hilt. He watches me, his gaze dark with desire, with love, with something that looks an awful lot like awe.

He sits up, wrapping an arm around my waist, and flips us over, so I'm on my back and he's on top, careful not to put too much pressure on me. He hooks an arm under my knee, opening me wider, and thrusts into me, keeping his pace slow but steady.

I'm in heaven.

This is what I've been craving.

This is what I've been missing.

His hand slides between us again, finding my clit, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

The pleasure builds, a slow climb that's somehow more intense than before.