It's crazy, but no matter how often I’m inside her, it’s never enough, and now, knowing that my child is growing inside her, that lust is burning out of control. I lifted her legs over my arms opening her wider to accept harder, deeper thrusts.
I warned myself to be careful with her now that we knew for certain that she was with child. But she was just as wild, just as uninhibited as she lifted her hips to meet mine, moving with me thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke until I thought I would go mad because there’s nothing like being inside my sweet Gianna, and I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life being grateful and showing her, for saving my life.
“Thank you!” I whispered the words against her ear and held her just a bit tighter against my chest. There was no need for her to wonder what I was thanking her for; she knew, we both knew, that we’d saved each other.