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“I love you too, Natasha. I love you so much.”

She collapsed to the bed in a fit of sweat, but my body wouldn’t stop. I slid effortlessly into her, feeling her body shaking as my hands founds hers. Our fingers laced together as I slid against her body, rolling my hips and feeling her pussy pull me deeper in. Her legs were wrapped around the back of mine and I rolled us over, her back pressed deeply into my chest.

I cupped her tits and massaged them slowly as I thrusted up into her body.

Her body was weak against mine as I filled her with my dick. My girth was stretching her further as her tits jumped in my hands. My lips nipped at her neck and her hair fell into my face. Her hands were twisting up in the sheets she could find as the back of her head fell into my shoulder.

“Shit. I’m so… fuck, Natasha. You’re back. I can’t… believe… you’re back.”

I thrusted into her one last time before my cum shot into her body. Her pussy throbbed around me as Natasha moaned out into the room. She was exhausted, her body spent and weak against me. Her arms and legs were flailing with my assault as I rode her through her orgasm. Threads of cum fell from my cock, filling her and leaking down her ass crack. I could feel our juices leaking down my balls. Painting my body in its mark as my lips placed open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

I rolled us over to the side, my cock still sheathed within her warmth.

I massaged every inch of her body I could find. Her waist. Her thighs. Her arms. Her shoulders. I massaged her breasts and her

calves and her stomach that was tight underneath my ministrations. I slid my cock from between her legs and she shivered, then pressed her body harder against me.

“I’ve got you,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She somehow found the strength to turn around in my arms and looked up at me with those big eyes of hers. I smoothed some of her sweaty hair away from her forehead, then captured her lips again in a kiss. A soft, sensual kiss that ushered in a moment where it was only the two of us.

The two of us and the child we had created together.

“I love you,” she said breathlessly.

I smiled into her lips as our noses nuzzled together.

“I love you too,” I said. “And I’m so glad you’re back.”

Twenty-two

Natasha

I ran into the arms of my best friend and we jumped around in a circle. I hadn’t talked with her since before I had left for Africa. I had been able to shoot her a quick email telling her I had arrived safely, and that was the last time we had any sort of contact. I embraced Emma tightly, picking her off the ground as she laughed heartily in my ear.

“This won’t be so bad if you’re back every couple of months,” Emma said.

“Oh, we have so much to talk about,” I said.

I ushered Emma into our favorite sandwich shop and we stood in line. The place was loud and it wasn’t the time to have the conversation with her I wanted, so I let her talk my ear off. She was filling me in on the past couple of months and how things were going with her at work. She kept talking about office gossip and all the things that had happened around town.

But I was anxious to sit down and talk with her.

We carried our trays to a booth and sat down. I got up to get us some napkins while Emma got our drinks. My hands were shaking with nervousness. I had no idea how she was going to take the news that I was pregnant or the decision I had made in light of that development.

I could only hope she supported me instead of chastising me for it.

“So, how’s Africa?” Emma asked.

“It’s good,” I said. “The area’s really cleaned itself up. A lot of the rebel forces were pushed out of the area, and you can see the relief on everyone’s faces. Mothers aren’t rushing their children inside before the sun goes down and they feel freer to do things the way they want to. Like cook outside and hold celebratory fires and dance and play until the sun sets.”

“That’s really awesome. When do you go back?” she asked.

“I don’t.”

Her gaze fixed with mine and she eyed me curiously. Her brow furrowed in confusion as I took a bite of my sandwich. She set her drink down and relaxed back into her seat, her eyes studying me in a way I’d never seen before.

“This was your dream job,” Emma said.

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