What next?

For several long moments, we remain locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. I feel my heart hammering against my ribs, my mind still reeling from her confession and the intensity of our coupling.

When I finally find the strength to lift my head, I look down at her flushed face. Her eyes stay half-lidded, lips swollen from my kisses, her red hair fanning out beneath her like a halo of fire.

"So," I say, my voice still rough, "this isn't just some fantasy you've been harboring?"

She shakes her head slowly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. "I've never wanted anything more in my life, except to have a baby of our own."

I roll to the side, keeping her tucked against me, my mind already racing with possibilities. The idea of breeding other women while she watches, while she encourages me, sends another surge of blood to my already sensitive cock.

"How would we even start?" I ask, my hand absently stroking her hip.

She props herself up on one elbow, her eyes suddenly serious despite her post-orgasmic glow. "I've been thinking about that too. There are websites—communities where people are looking for exactly this kind of arrangement."

"Surrogate websites?" I ask, surprised she has researched this so thoroughly.

She nods, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. "And others. Places where women specifically want to be... bred."

The word sends a shiver down my spine. I've never thought of myself as someone who would be interested in this kind of arrangement, but the raw desire in her voice, the complete surrender to something so primal, awakens something in me I haven't known existed.