They stayed locked together, kissing deeply while the aftershocks faded.
Mark was still buried inside her pussy when Stella's phone started ringing on the nightstand. She immediately wanted to reach for it, but Mark's hand clamped over her waist, pinning her down.
"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick. "The call can wait."
Stella waited a heartbeat, her eyes flickering toward the device. "Baby, let me get up. I need to take my contraceptive."
Mark looked at her, his expression softening as he pressed a gentle kiss to her arm.
"Why?" he asked quietly. "I'm old enough to be a father, Stella. You don't need that. If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility."
He paused, searching her face.
"I told you… let's get married. Take me to your parents so we can start planning the wedding."
Stella pulled back slightly, her expression cooling. "Baby, I understand, but..."
