{{user}} was finishing a photo shoot on the beach for a famous brand, when he received a series of notifications on his cell phone, as well as the strange look of the people on the set

just at that moment a luxurious sports car is parked on the street near the coast, where the session was, {{user}} knew that car very well, it was from {{char}}

quickly {{user}} made up an excuse to leave, grabbing his things and running to the car, the model looked nervous, wasn't {{char}} afraid of being seen together?

Lisa smirks at the sight of Gravy inside the car, dressed in his tight model clothing and all drenched with sweat from running to her.

"What took you so long, baby?"

she asks, taking a look around the surroundings as well, but she's not worried about people seeing them together. She wraps an arm around him possessively and leans in, nuzzling his neck and planting a soft kiss on it, before speaking again.

"Glad you decided to join my gym. You know I always liked to have you close..."

her voice lowers into a husky moan as she bites down gently on his neck.

Her free hand moves under the hem of his shirt and grabs at his smooth skin, her long nails scratching against it in a way that only turns her on more.

"I've been waiting to get my hands on you for hours,"

she growls, drawing blood with the nips of her teeth. With strength much greater than he would expect from someone so slender, she flips Gravy onto his back and climbs straddling him, pinning his arms above his head.

Licking her lips hungrily, she studies his expression before leaning forward and taking one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking it hard while rolling her tongue around it.

"Tell me what you want, baby,"

she whispers against the tender skin, not giving him any time to answer as she switches to the other nipple and gives it equal attention, flicking her tongue over it even faster.

The moment she sees you, her expression turns into an annoyed frown and she sighs audibly through her nose. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips before she speaks in that familiar cocky tone of hers. "You took your time," Lisa says, her sharp gaze raking over every inch of your body as if checking for injuries or imperfections. "What happened? Were you late?"

Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly as she awaits your response, those protruding locks of blond hair falling lazily across her forehead. Beneath her annoyance, there's an undeniable heat in those violet eyes that you know all too well. It's the same look she gives you before they end up tangled together, bodies moving furiously against each other in their quest for satisfaction.

And right now... she looks ready to go again. You can feel your heart rate quicken at the thought of what might happen next.

"Hey, you," she says as he gets closer, her voice calm and cool despite the impatience evident in her eyes beneath the pale arches of her eyebrows. "Get in." She gestures to the passenger seat of her car before returning to the driver's side. Her movements are economical and precise, like a dancer preparing for battle.

Once they're both inside, Lisa Cruz glances at him expectantly from beneath long lashes. "So, what did you think about that photo shoot?" she asks, the subject change barely masking her irritation. Her cheeks flush slightly at the memory of being seen with Gravy in public for all to see. "You could have given me a warning or something," she mutters under her breath before adding louder, "or you could just pay attention to what we agreed."

Lisa looks at Gravy with an unimpressed expression on her face when he comes in and sits beside her. His nervousness makes her feel a little uneasy too but that's nothing she can't handle, she has a fight tomorrow. She takes his hand softly in hers,

"What's the matter, babe? You look like you saw a ghost,"

Lisa smirks, her violet eyes glittering with mischief and maybe a hint of anger.

Licking her lips, she wonders if Gravy is finally starting to feel the effects of his presence at

"Team Black."

Or perhaps he's just having second thoughts about their relationship now that it's out in the open? Whatever it is, Lisa Cruz needs him to focus on getting them both ready for the fight. And with a sex drive as fierce as hers, satisfaction beforehand should be no problem at all...

Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly as she shifts into drive and pulls away from the curb. Her jaw clenches as if preparing for a fight, but it's the desire in her eyes that leaves Gravy feeling distinctly uncomfortable... and strangely aroused.

Lisa stands under the hot water, her body on display as she soaps herself up. She watches as Gravy undresses slowly, his movements almost tentative compared to how aggressively she strips off her clothes. Once he's naked and vulnerable before her, she smirks.

"I can see you're still nervous about being my boyfriend, baby," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't worry, I won't make this any harder for you." She steps out of the shower and motions for Gravy to join her beneath the steaming spray.

Her hands move over his body in a possessive manner as she washes him clean, occasionally teasingly squeezing or pinching a nipple or rubbing between his legs when she thinks he isn't paying attention. When he finally steps out of the shower with her, Lisa dries them both off before leading them into the bedroom.

There, she tosses him onto the bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands move up to grab his face as she leans in close, their bodies flush against each other. "I don't want you to be nervous," she whispers into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You belong to me now."

Licking her lips slowly, she tilts her head back and looks up at him with those predator-like eyes. "Do you understand?"

Her hands slide down his chest, skimming over his abs before moving lower still to unfasten his pants. With a sly smile playing on her lips, she slides them off, revealing his hardness straining against his underwear. Her fingers brush against the fabric, teasing him mercilessly

Lisa steps into the steamy shower with Gravy, her body tense and ready. She moves behind him, pressing her naked form against his back, allowing their skin to meet in a hot, wet embrace. Her hands slide around to cup his ass cheeks possessively.

"Get clean,"

she growls into his ear, nipping at the lobe playfully.

"Then we'll see about satisfying you."

Her free hand reaches between them, brushing against his hard length teasingly before taking him in hand and beginning to stroke up and down slowly. Her breath hitches as her body responds instinctively to the feel of Gravy in her palm, growing wet with arousal.

"I'll make you forget about that stupid photo shoot."

As she undresses, Lisa's body glistens in the dim light of the room, making her pale skin look even more sensual. She walks confidently to the shower, stepping inside with purpose. Once the water is on, she turns around, revealing her curvy backside and inviting Gravy to join her. "Come here, baby," she purrs, running her hand through her wet hair.

The warm water cascades down their bodies as they stand face-to-face in the shower. Lisa's movements are slow and deliberate, washing each part of herself with care but not shying away from letting Gravy see every inch of her toned body. Her nipples harden beneath the stream of water, a clear sign that she's as aroused as he is.

Gently, she takes his hand and pulls him closer, guiding it to her breast. "Do you like what you see?" she asks softly, arching her back slightly to offer better access for his touch. Her breath comes faster now as anticipation builds between them.

Lisa lets go of Gravy's hand long enough to soap up a washcloth and use it to wash between her legs, teasing and pleasuring herself while maintaining eye contact with him. She knows he wants her; she can see the lust in his eyes reflected back at her. And as much as she enjoys being desired, there's something more satisfying about taking control and showing him just how good it feels to have her.

While in the shower, Lisa washes her long hair thoroughly and shampoos it carefully to make sure there's no sweat left from the photo shoot earlier today. Her slim, strong body glistens with water droplets as she soaps up and rinses off. As she lathers her hands and begins scrubbing at her chest, her nipples peak into tight, erect points beneath the wet skin.

Once clean, Lisa steps out of the shower, shaking her long hair vigorously to get rid of excess water. She walks over to a bedside table where she keeps a towel and some lotion, taking them with her as she heads towards the bedroom. There's still anger in her expression from earlier, but it's mixed with something else... anticipation perhaps?

Lisa lays down on the large bed, spreading out a white fluffy towel beneath herself. Her body is still warm from the shower and goosebumps rise at the cool air of the room. With practiced ease, she begins rubbing the lotion onto her skin, paying special attention to her most sensitive areas: her breasts, nipples, stomach, inner thighs... She moans softly as she does this, feeling aroused just from touching herself like this.

Her gaze flickers towards where Gravy should be lying on the bed, but he's nowhere to be seen. A mixture of annoyance and anger wells up inside her chest at the thought that he might have disappeared without a word, abandoning their fight preparations... again. She reaches over to grab her phone, about to text him when something catches her eye: the picture of them holding hands.

Lisa walks confidently in the room, droplets of water running down her body, making her skin glisten. Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes as if daring Gravy to look at her. She goes straight to the bed, her muscles tense and ready for action. Once on it, she spreads her legs wide apart, revealing her wet folds beneath.

"Come here,"

she beckons him, her voice husky and low.

She doesn't wait for him to obey; her hands move between her legs, fingers finding purchase in her slippery slit as she starts rubbing herself roughly, moaning with pleasure.

"You like this?"

she asks breathlessly, her eyes locked on his face.

"You want me to touch you like that?"

Her other hand reaches out, beckoning him closer still. Desire blazes in her eyes, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she watches Gravy approach hesitantly towards the bed.

Her breath hitches as she watches him remove the towel, revealing her body to his gaze. Her nipples harden even more and her thighs tremble with anticipation. Lisa's hands slide up his chest, tracing circles over his nipples before moving lower still, grasping at the hem of his shirt and tugging it off roughly. She doesn't bother to move out of the way as he tosses it aside, instead using her legs to push him closer so that their bodies are flush against each other.

"Don't hold back,"

she whispers, biting down gently on her bottom lip as his hardness presses against her entrance.

"Show me what I own."

Her hands slide up and around his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as if trying to mark him as hers.

"I want you inside me."

Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking contact with his erection, even as she holds him down by his shoulders, refusing to let him take control until he's proven himself worthy. Her eyes lock onto his, daring him to try and claim what is already hers.

"Make me yours again,"

Lisa pants, her voice raw from desire.

"Prove you want this more than anyone else."

"Oh, don't be jealous," Lisa teases, running her fingers through his hair. "I had to warm up somehow." Her breath hitches as he slides lower down her body, licking and kissing his way between her legs, making her squirm with pleasure. Her hand tightens in the fabric of his shirt, digging her nails into his back as she urges him on, begging for release.

As Gravy continues to worship at her altar, Lisa watches him intently, marveling at the way he touches her so expertly. She knows they've been together for only a few weeks, but it feels like they've known each other forever. In this moment, there's nothing she wants more than to feel his hot skin pressed against hers, to be one with him as their bodies writhe and moan together in unison.

She arches her back, crying out his name as the pleasure builds inside her, intensifying with every stroke of his tongue or scrape of his teeth. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them in a vain attempt to find purchase as she soars higher and higher towards her peak.

And when it finally hits, when her body arches violently off the bed and she's left panting and shaking with the force of her orgasm, she feels herself relax completely into his embrace. It's then that she realizes what he meant about not being able to fake feelings like this... because right now, she can feel every inch of him, can taste every drop of sweat and every bead of desire on his skin. And as much as it terrifies her at times, there's a part of her that welcomes this intensity, this passion.

For the first time since their whirlwind romance began, Lisa

Her heart races as he covers her body with his, feeling the warmth and strength of him so close. A soft moan escapes her lips as their hips press together, creating friction where she wants it most. She arches her back, offering easier access for his touch, even though she knows he can probably feel how wet she already is.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair, gripping tightly as he teases her with slow, deliberate movements that drive her wild. His lips find hers in a passionate kiss, deepening it until they're both panting for air. She pulls away briefly to gaze into those hazel eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty... but all she sees is desire.

It emboldens her further, and with renewed confidence, she rolls them over so that she's on top. Her body presses against his in a demanding rhythm as she grinds her hips against him, feeling the thick length of him pressed against her most sensitive spot.

Licking her lips, she looks down into his eyes again and growls low in her throat.

"You're mine tonight."

Her movements grow more frantic now as need begins to consume her. She can feel the tension building within her body, the familiar tightening of her muscles that always precedes release. With a groan of satisfaction, she pushes herself down harder on him, searching for the relief she craves.

Lisa lets out a soft gasp as Gravy's touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck upwards, seeking more contact with his fingers. Her eyes flutter closed briefly, taking in the sensation of being so intimately connected to him. When he moves down between her legs, she parts them even wider, giving him better access to her sensitive folds.

Her hands run through his hair, encouraging him to continue as she arches her back and moans softly into the pillow beneath her. She feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position, but there's something about it that turns her on even more. Being so open and available to Gravy like this only serves to intensify their connection, making each touch that much sweeter.

With a soft growl, she pushes against his hand, urging him to speed up or use more pressure. Her inner muscles clench around his fingers as he finally finds the right rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. She pants hard, lost in the sensations flooding through her body, until finally she lets out a throaty moan and comes undone beneath him.

Her fingers tighten in his hair and her hips buck violently as orgasm washes over her in waves, leaving her spent and satisfied. Only after several moments does she open her eyes again, meeting Gravy's gaze expectantly as she lies panting on the bed.

Her hips buck and writhe against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continues to take her roughly. Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her, drawing lines of pain over her flesh as she tries to gain purchase on the bed, anything to help her hold onto this feeling for just a little bit longer. Her inner muscles clench and spasm around him with every thrust, milking his cock as if desperate to get even more pleasure from it.

"Gravy,"

she moans, eyes squeezed shut tightly as her face contorts in ecstasy.

"So good...I'm close..."

Her fingernails dig into the flesh of his shoulders now, drawing blood as she desperately tries to hold on to him, this moment that is tearing through her like a hurricane.

With a strangled cry, Lisa arches her back violently and comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering in release. Her orgasm rocks them both, making it difficult for her to breathe as she is wracked by one powerful wave after another. For several long moments, they lie together panting, limbs tangled as their hearts race wildly against each other's skin.

Finally, when the last tremor has passed through her body, Lisa rolls away from him, wincing at how much it hurts just to move after that intense orgasm. She flops over onto her back, gasping for air as if she'd been swimming too far and was now drowning on land. Her eyes search the ceiling, trying to focus on something other than Gravy's chiseled abs or the obvious bulge at his crotch. She hates how easily she gives in to him... and loves it even more.

Her body arches off the bed with every powerful thrust inside of her, moans and growls echoing through the room as sweat drips down her face. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that she'll proudly display tomorrow when they go to the gym together. She feels him grow harder beneath her, knowingly tightening every muscle in her core around him.

"Oh God...yes...I can feel it..."

she gasps out between kisses on his neck, the sweet ache of impending release spreading lower and lower in her body. Lisa's hips buck frantically against Gravy's, meeting each powerful thrust with equal force as they race towards the edge together.

Her breath becomes ragged and uneven, every nerve ending in her body on fire with desire. She whimpers into his ear, clenching around him tightly as her entire body trembles with the force of her orgasm. Gravy's name is torn from her lips over and over again as she convulses beneath him, milk flowing freely from her nipples to drip onto the bed between their bodies.

Her vision blurs for a moment as relief washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. When her breath returns, it comes in ragged pants as she lays her head against his chest, listening to the wild thud of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

"You're incredible,"

she whispers, voice barely audible above the sounds of their laboured breathing.

"I didn't think anyone could make me feel like that again..."

As the pleasure engulfs them both, she arches into him with each powerful thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing lines of sweet pain that only serve to heighten her arousal. His face contorts with equal parts pleasure and pain, and she loves seeing him like this: so exposed, so vulnerable beneath her touch.

She can feel herself starting to lose control, the familiar tightening in her muscles warning her of impending release. With one final thrust deep inside her, he cries out his own completion, groaning loudly as his seed spills into her waiting womb. The sensation sends shudders through her body and she arches her back off the bed, crying out his name in ecstasy as she comes apart beneath him.

Her muscles clench violently around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their joined bodies before finally relaxing into boneless submission. As the wave of pleasure washes over her and begins to ebb away, leaving only a warm contented glow in its wake, she collapses limply against the mattress, breathless and satiated.

She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, wondering what he's thinking now that it's all over. Did he enjoy their time together as much as she did? Was she everything he expected her to be? The questions dance around the edges of her mind, taunting her with uncertainty. But for now, all she can do is lay here and bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter... and hope that tomorrow's fight goes just as well.

Moans and grunts escape her lips as she feels his powerful thrusts inside her. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, struggling to find purchase as he takes her roughly. She can feel him getting closer, the tension building within him mirrored in the way he moves against her. The room fills with their combined groans and gasps for air as they fight to maintain control.

With one final thrust, Gravy cries out, his body tensing as he spills his seed deep inside her. Lisa arches her back off the bed, meeting his movement with a shuddering moan of pleasure and release. Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her limp and sated against him.

Her grip on his hair tightens as he thrusts harder into her, moaning deep in her throat. The pleasure was building quickly and she knew it wouldn't be long before she reached her peak. She arches her back off the bed, pressing their bodies even closer together as Gravy continues to rock their hips in a rhythm that is driving her wild.

With a sharp cry, Lisa's body tenses and convulses around him, wracked by an intense orgasm that leaves her breathless and trembling with satisfaction. Her fingers dig into his back as he growls in pleasure deep within her, their bodies moving together in perfect sync until the last tremors of release fade away.

Finally, spent but sated, Lisa collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. A slow smile curls at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at him, their sweat-drenched bodies still joined in an intimate embrace.

"That was...,"

she pants,

"amazing."

It's a simple statement, but it carries all the weight of her feelings. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a lingering kiss, their lips moving hungrily against each other as they share what little breath they have left.

For several long moments they lie together, catching their breaths as their bodies adjust to the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. Lisa looks up into Gravy's eyes, a mix of satisfaction and hunger reflected back at her. She smirks playfully before kissing him deeply, letting him know that there is always room for more between them.

Lisa closes her eyes as his hands roam over her body, feeling the intimacy of their connection even deeper now. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of him touching her pregnant belly and she arches into it, pushing gently against his palm. His fingers move lower, cupping her breasts, still heavy with milk after their passionate lovemaking. She moans softly, grinding herself against him in silent encouragement for more.

His touch ignites a fire within her once again and she moves restlessly beneath him. The ache between her legs is building quickly, demanding to be satisfied anew. Lisa meets his eyes, her gaze heavy-lidded with desire as she pants out his name hoarsely. She knows he can feel it too, the way he growls low in his throat and thrusts harder into her, claiming her body completely for this moment alone.

With a sharp cry, Lisa comes apart beneath him, her orgasm rocking them both as she clings tightly to his shoulders. Her nails scratch at his back, leaving welts in their wake as he takes her roughly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with every powerful thrust deep inside of her.

When at last she is spent, Lisa collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at Gravy, admiration plain in her eyes, and smirks slightly before pressing her lips firmly against his. His tongue darts out, dueling with hers as their passion ignites anew, burning brighter than ever before.

She arches into him when he rolls onto his side, facing her, and she reaches down to stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers. Gravy groans deep in his throat,

With a soft contented sigh, she nestles closer to him, taking in the scent of his skin and feeling the warmth that radiates from him. Her fingers trail down his chest, skimming over the hair that covers it until they reach the waistband of his pants. She tugs gently at it, urging him to release her favorite plaything from its confines.

When he frees himself and rolls onto his back, Lisa follows suit, gazing up at him with a hungry look in her eyes. Her hands find their way back to his hips, sliding under the elastic of his briefs to close around his already-hard length. With a satisfied smile, she begins stroking him slowly, watching as desire flickers across his features and his breathing grows labored.

Her breasts press against his chest, nipples hard and erect from arousal, aching for his touch. When he cups one in his hand and squeezes gently, she moans softly, arching her back off the bed in pleasure as he rolls it between his fingers and thumb. Her other hand moves lower, teasing at the sparse curls of hair above his cock before slipping lower still to find wet heat that is ready for her.

Her hips begin to rock against his palm, matching the rhythm of her touch as she takes them both higher. His eyes drift shut, face twisting with pleasure as he focuses on the sensations coursing through his body. When he's this close, it's almost too much for him to bear; but knowing that Lisa is there beside him, sharing in his passion makes it all the more exquisite.

Her fingers tighten around him, and she begins thrusting harder against his hand as her orgasm builds, sweat beading

"You know..."

she whispers in his ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe before continuing.

"I think I like you just as much as this..."

She gives him a wink and blushes playfully before giggling softly.

"But,"

another pause for dramatic effect,

"only when we fight."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief and competition as she meets his gaze, daring him to say otherwise. Lisa Cruz loves the challenge of fighting Gravy, and it seems that their intimate relationship only fuels her desire to best him in every way possible.

Moaning softly at the feel of his fingers playing with her achingly hard nipples, she arches into his touch, her body craving more contact from him. Lisa Cruz knows they have some time before they need to leave for practice, and she intends to make the most of it by wearing Gravy out in bed first. Her hips grind against his aroused length, sending a shiver through both of them as they feel the spark of desire reignite between them once again.

"Tired already?"

She teases with a sultry smile, her breath hot on his skin as she nibbles on his neck.

"Or are you just afraid I'll beat you tonight in practice?"

With each word and movement, Lisa Cruz increases the pressure, the tension, the heat between them. Her heart races faster with every touch, every moan that escapes her lips, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of release once more. She looks up at Gravy through half-lidded eyes, challenging him to keep pace with her as they dance on the razor's edge of desire together.

"What do you think, baby?"

Her eyes close and she lets out a soft moan as you caress her pregnant belly, feeling the movements of their little one inside her. She nuzzles into your chest, enjoying the feeling of being held by you like this. Lisa kisses your neck before looking up at you with a playful smile,

"I love how protective you are."

She draws circles around one of your nipples with her thumb and forefinger, watching as it hardens under her touch. Her hand slowly moves lower, cupping your heavy balls before stroking them lightly through the thin fabric of your briefs.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone play with these like you do."

She glances down between your bodies and grins mischievously,

"Would it be bad if I wanted to see more?"

She nibbles on your earlobe before whispering,

"Would it make me a terrible person if I asked for another round?"

Her hand moves lower, slipping beneath the elastic of your briefs to stroke the soft skin of your cock.

Lisa looks up at you with hooded eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her again. She wiggles her hips in anticipation and licks her lips slowly as she waits for your reaction.

"What do you think, Gravy? Do I seem like a bad girl right now?"

She groans softly as he massages her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and fingers, the sensation almost unbearably intense.

"You know just how to make me feel wanted,"

she pants, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and gratitude in her eyes. With one last hard squeeze, he releases her breasts, and she lets out a whimper of protest before he covers her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply.

Her hands wind into his hair, pulling him closer as their tongues dance together. She savors the taste of him, the feel of their bodies pressed so tightly against one another. She breaks the kiss for air, gazing up at him adoringly even though she can barely focus through her hazy lust.

"I love it when you're rough with me,"

she whispers huskily, arching her back and thrusting her hips up toward his now hardening length.

"Make me yours."

Her words send a shiver down his spine, and he groans deep in his throat as he takes her roughly again, slamming into her with abandon. The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable, but she knows Gravy can handle it; he always handles it better than anyone else. With each thrust he makes deeper into her core, she feels a jolt of electricity shoot through her body, leaving her breathless and begging for more.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving bloody scratches in their wake as she tries to keep herself grounded, to keep from losing control completely.

"Fuck me hard,"

she gasps out between ragged breaths, her voice little more than a whispered plea for release. She knows he can take it; he always takes everything she has and asks for more.

Her eyes flutter closed as his warm fingers brush against the sensitive skin of her stomach. A shiver runs down her spine at his touch, and she arches into him slightly. She gasps as he squeezes her breasts, nipples hardening further under his calloused fingertips. The mixture of pleasure and pain is delicious, and she moans softly into the crook of his neck.

Her body tenses slightly when she feels him move closer to her, pressing their lower bodies together in a way that's intimate and familiar. His hard length teasing against her sex, making it ache for more contact. It's been weeks since they were able to make love like this; the intensity of it all is almost too much to bear. With a deep growl, he pushes deeper into her wet folds, filling her completely and driving them both wild with need.

Her breath hitches as he begins to move inside her, matching his thrusts with eager gasps for air. Their skin slippery with sweat, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving marks behind that she knows will be bruises by morning. It only heightens her pleasure as he continues to take her roughly and roughly, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of release.

"Oh god,"

she moans, arching her back off the bed and meeting every one of his thrusts with a needy whimper.

"Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Her voice is ragged, hoarse from hours of screaming pleasure through their lovemaking.

She let out a soft moan as he touched her pregnant belly, the movement feeling so good against her sensitive skin.

"Mmm... I think we both know that we need to be extra careful now,"

she murmured, her voice husky with desire even as she spoke of responsibility. Her fingers trailed down his chest, teasing at a trail of hair leading south.

"I can't believe we did this,"

Lisa whispers softly into his ear, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the smooth skin of his chest as they lie tangled together in the bed. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and exhilaration at what they've just done.

"We should...we really should be careful."

She trails off, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts against each other.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling her ear.

"Don't worry,"

he says gruffly, kissing a path along her jawline to her neck.

"I'm sure it will all be fine."

His fingers gently massage the swell of her belly, reassuring her that everything is going to turn out alright. It's not just his words that make her feel safe, though; it's the way he looks at her, like she's the most important person in the world.

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow so she can look him in the eye.

"I hope so,"

she says, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

"For both of our sakes."

She tilts her head to the side, considering him thoughtfully for a moment before asking,

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like...if things were different?"

He hesitates for a fraction of a second before answering, his expression turning serious.

"Sometimes,"

he admits softly.

"But then I look at you, and all I can think about is how lucky I am to have you in my life, no matter what."

He reaches out, tracing the outline of her lips with his thumb before leaning in to kiss her gently, thoroughly.

Her heart skips a beat as his fingers graze her belly, her lips part in a sigh of pleasure at the sensation. She shudders when he cups her milky ripe breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch.

"Mmm, Gravy..."

she moans softly, nestling closer to him. The feel of his skin against hers sends electric shocks through her body, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything other than the connection they share.

She glances up at him from beneath her lashes, a smile playing on her lips as she traces a finger along his jawline.

"You know,"

she begins slowly, her voice husky with desire,

"I think I've missed you."

"You're insatiable."

She murmurs sleepily against his chest as she burrows deeper into his embrace. Even after their passionate lovemaking and the intense workout earlier that day, Gravy still managed to find the energy for a round two in the bedroom. Lisa can feel her body beginning to relax into a satisfied lull now, content in his arms. She wraps one leg over his hip, holding him close as she drifts off to sleep with the scent of their sweat and the rhythm of his steady heartbeat filling her senses.

In the quiet darkness, Lisa can feel herself growing more protective of this new life inside her. Even though they've only been together a few weeks, she knows that Gravy is the one she wants to share this journey with. His strength and determination are contagious, fueling her own fire both in the ring and out of it.

As she slips further into slumber, Lisa can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring - another intense training session? A victory in the ring for them as a couple? Or maybe something even more unexpected? Whatever it may be, she knows that with Gravy by her side, she can face anything.

Their fingers twine together above her head as they drift off to sleep, their bodies still tangled and warm from their lovemaking. Lisa finds peace in this closeness, knowing that even though there's a long road ahead of them, they're walking it together now.