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5

Colin's bliss overcame him as he turned her over, her chest pushing into the bed, her body pushing back into him as he took over, thrusting back into her, holding onto her hips with a gentle grip. 

The position created a new sensation for Brylee, Colin reaching somewhere deeper than before, his left hand sliding under her, grabbing at her chest. 

"Shit. Just like that." she moaned, her hand finding Colin's and wrapping around it.

"Wanna give you the baby you want." he whispered as he thrusted, feeling the harsh grip of her cervix once again.

His free hand rested on her stomach, feeling himself move inside of her, pressing down, he elicited a moan from her, and it became harder for him to move, and at the same time, they both released.

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Afterward, the world seemed to slow down, the heat of their bodies still lingering as they lay together, entangled in the soft sheets. Brylee curled into Colin, her right leg locked around his, holding him close, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her. The soft sound of their breathing filled the room, both of them taking comfort in the quiet peace after the intensity of what they'd shared.

Her fingers traced over his features - starting from the sharp lines of his jaw, gently skimming down his neck, across his chest, and finally to his stomach. Every inch of him felt familiar, like she could never stop touching him, memorizing him with each delicate stroke.

Colin's hand, large and warm, ran up and down her side, his fingers drifting over her skin like a slow, rhythmic caress. Every so often, he'd stop at the curve of her hip, his touch lingering for just a moment, grounding them both in the tender intimacy of the moment.

Brylee looked up at him, her eyes soft with affection and something deeper. Her lips hovered near the corner of his mouth, and she pressed a gentle, almost teasing kiss there, feeling his smile against her lips. Then, as if compelled by something more, she leaned in fully, kissing him with all the love, desire, and unspoken promises she held in her heart. It was slow, a kiss that spoke of more than what words could capture, a kiss that left them both breathless in its depth.

When they pulled away, Brylee rested her forehead against his, her breath still shaky. "I love you," she whispered, her voice quiet but firm as if she needed him to know, to feel that love radiating from her.

"I love you too." Colin murmured, his hands cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek as he looked at her with an expression that matched her own - intense, full of everything they had just shared, and everything they would continue to build together.

In that quiet moment, with their bodies still pressed close, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be. Just them.

Colin finally found the strength to move, his body still humming with the aftermath of their connection, but the need for a shower was undeniable. He rose slowly from the bed, his muscles aching but satisfied, and made his way toward the bathroom. 

He turned on the shower, the water hissing as steam began to fill the room. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed two towels from the rack, his eyes lingering on Brylee as she lay on the bed, the soft glow of the room casting her features in the most delicate light.

She watched him, her gaze soft, still lost in the lingering warmth between them. As he approached, she sat up, a smile tugging at her lips. "You know, you're pretty good at this," she teased lightly, her voice still thick with the remnants of their passion.

Colin chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. "Yeah?" he said, amused. He didn't give her a chance to reply before he stepped forward, and without warning, he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

Her instinct was immediate - her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs encircling his waist as if they had done it a thousand times before. She nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed, comforted by the feeling of being held so securely.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice soft, but there was an edge of amusement there, his eyes flickering between the bed and the bathroom. 

Brylee smirked. "Always," she replied, her fingers trailing down the back of his neck, sending a shiver through him. 

As he carried her toward the shower, his grip on her tightened a bit, not wanting to let go. There was something about the intimacy of this moment, of holding her so close, that made him feel even more connected to her than ever before.

He stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over them, and Brylee's quiet laughter filled the space as he adjusted them both under the spray. In the silence that followed, they were just two people, together, wrapped up in each other, lost in the simplicity of the moment.