He rolled her over onto her back.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Emma collapsed on top of me, squishing her huge tits against my chest, and gave me a tender kiss.

"I'm going to miss this," she whispered.

"Yeah, me too." I wondered if the past week made her have feelings for me beyond me being her best friend's husband she was banging to get knocked up. We had fucked countless times years ago during our swinging days but I guess it was just raw carnal sex, not love making as my wife insisted.

"You still need to cum in me," she smiled.

"Well, I need to fuck you again to do that," I chuckled.

"Not fuck, make love to me," she insisted.

"Yes, you're right," I agreed to her correction.

I rolled Emma onto her back and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her slender long legs around my thighs and pulled me in, signaling me to start thrusting. There was no hard pounding like earlier but rather slow, long strokes so we could enjoy the sensation of our bodies pressed against another.

"I want your baby," she moaned, raking her nails along my back as I gradually accelerated my thrusts.

"I'm trying." I grinned at the thought of how much sperm I had planted in her belly the past five days.

"Harder," she begged, unwrapping her legs from mine and spreading them wide apart. "Fuck me harder!"

I grunted on her long neck while I hammered away at her convulsing pussy.

"Ooooh," she cooed, her body stiffening below mine as she climaxed.