Talk it Out

"Did you say 'family'?"

"Yes," she replies. "We are going to have a family one day, with a child of our own."

"Well, yes, one day. But, not any time soon, right?"

"No, silly," Blackfire says. "I would've told you if I was pregnant."

You let out a sigh of relief.

"But we will one day, when we're both ready."

"And that won't be any time soon either, right?"

Blackfire looks at you with an expression that depicts misunderstanding and maybe disappointment.

"Saffire, do you not want to have children?"

"NO! I would love for us to one day have a purple-blue haired child with you. But we're still fairly young, we shouldn't be in a rush to have a baby."

"Yes, that is true."

Blackfire slides on top of you, smoothing her lovely legs all over yours. She gives you a naughty little smile as she moves her hand down towards your waist, and that is when you understand her intentions.

"Wow," you say, "you sure love having 'fun'."

She merely smiles as she grabs your zipklor firmly in her hand. She tugs and smooths it, her soft fingers feeling divine.

She kisses you on the lips as you hands grab her butt. You pull her closer, her soft cheeks squishing between your fingers.

Her hand starts pumping as your hands keep squeezing, and your lips continue to press against each other.

Her free hand gently pushes you, and you recline against the pillows and metal headboard. She takes your zipklor out and initiates, lowering herself down upon you.

Blackfire takes charge as she moves her hips back and forth, up and down, her hands on your chest for support. Your hands find her hips, and push down, so that she goes lower each time. With each movement, Blackfire lets out moan after adorable moan.

Blackfire's mouth opens, and the moans get louder and cuter. Her head rolls back, and she moves faster and harder. She reaches satisfaction and nearly falls off from on top of you.

You hold her as she lies down on top of you, your body's bond not yet broken.