She refuses

“No!” Kira gasps.

“Kira,” I groan, “you have to. You weren’t sure you’re protected—”

“Cum inside me!” she cries out. “Give me your cum! Let me feel you! Knock me up!”

“What?”

“Cum inside me, Ben! Give me your baby!”

I can’t hold back any longer; my balls erupt into Kira’s hot, wet depths, hosing down her inner walls with my cream. She feels it; she arches her back and screams as her body explodes in orgasm yet again. I wrap my arms around her and pull her down, kissing her fiercely and holding her tight as our bodies quake together.

We lie like that for some time, even after everything goes still. We keep kissing, but more gently. After a while, Kira lifts her head and says, “That was really stupid of me, but it was so fucking hot . . . Do you think I’ll get pregnant?”

“I don’t know, baby girl,” I say quietly, stroking her hair. “Given the position and the fact that you don’t know you’re unprotected plus all the other usual odds, I don’t think it’s too likely, but there are too many imponderables to feel very certain about that.”

“What if I do?” Kira asks. She doesn’t sound scared or worried, just . . . thoughtful and curious. She trusts me, I realize.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” I tell her. “For right now, let’s just enjoy the moment.”

“OK,” she responds happily, and goes back to kissing me.