I wiped my face with trembling hands. “I’m pregnant, Calla. I found out for sure today. I’m thirteen weeks.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Then, slowly, her expression changed. The tension in her shoulders melted. Her mouth curved into a smile so bright, it made my heart ache. She reached up, cupping my face in both hands, and kissed me so deeply it made my heart rate speed up. Once, twice, then again until I was breathless.
“My baby is having our baby,” she whispered against my lips.
That broke me all over again. I sobbed, laughing through the tears as she held me tighter.
“You’re not mad?” I asked softly.
“Mad?” she said, kissing my forehead. “Amiyah, you just gave me the best news of my life. You and this baby are everything I didn’t even know I needed.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding for weeks, my whole body trembling as relief flooded through me. I buried my face against her neck, her warmth wrapping around me like safety itself.
Her hand slid up to cradle the back of my head, her voice low and sure. “We’re having a baby, love.” She said as she began to peel me out of my clothes, desire and need taking over where joy and love left off.
The room felt quieter now, the only sound our breathing, slow and deep, as if the rhythm had changed but the melody stayed the same. Her fingers traced the hem of my top, sliding the fabric upward until it fell away completely. My skin tingled under her touch, every inch of me alive and waiting.
“Calla,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.
She kissed the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured. “Do you know that? I don’t think you do.”
Her hands moved lower, palms skimming over my hips as if she was tracing the shape of me. She wasn’t rushing, wasn’t hungry in the way lust usually feels. This was something more profound, slower, fuller.
I looked at her, my throat tight. “You’re looking at me like you’re seeing me for the first time.”
“I am,” she said quietly. “You’re carrying something created from the love between the three of us. How could I not look at you like that?”
Her words hit me in a place I didn’t know was still raw. My eyes stung again, and she smiled softly, brushing a tear away with her thumb.
“Don’t cry,” she whispered. “Let me make love to you instead.”
And she did. Calla's hands continued to explore my body, her touch gentle yet firm, as if she was committing every curve and line of my changing body to her memory. It was as if she were downloading the upgrade. I could feel the love radiating from her, enveloping me in a warm embrace that went beyond the physical. Her fingers traced the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my body, each touch a promise of the pleasure to come.
"Lie back," she whispered, her voice a soft command. "Let me worship you."
I complied, sinking onto the softness of the couch, my body already aching with anticipation. Calla followed, her body pressing against mine, her skin smooth and warm. Her lips found mine in a slow, deep kiss, a dance of tongues and breaths that left me dizzy with desire as her hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch with a reverence that made me feel cherished and adored. I could feel her love in every touch, a gentle caress here, a firm squeeze there, each movement a testament to her devotion. My body responded to her, my hips arching to meet her touch, my breath coming in soft gasps as her lips trailed down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. She took her time, exploring every inch of me, her tongue tracing patterns on my skin that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I could feel my body responding, my nipples hardening, my pussy aching with need.
"Calla," I moaned, my voice a plea for more. "Please."
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire that made my heart race. "Patience, my love," she murmured. "I want to savor every moment."
Her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I parted my legs, inviting her touch, my body trembling with anticipation. Her fingers found my pussy, sliding through my wet folds with a gentle ease that made me gasp.
Calla's touch was slow and deliberate, her fingers circling my clit, teasing and probing, building my pleasure with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in my core, ready to explode at her command. Her other hand cupped my breast, her thumb brushing against my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.
"Calla," I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm hit. "Oh God, Calla, babyyyyy, I’m right thereeeeee,” my resolve breaking and my orgasm flooding her fingers.
She continued to stroke me through my release, her touch gentle and soothing, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. As I came down from my high, I could feel her body pressing against mine, her pussy rubbing against my thigh, her need evident.
I reached for her, my hands roaming over her body, maneuvering every dip and curve. I could feel her muscles tensing under my touch, her breath coming in soft gasps. I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me, my body covering hers completely.
"Your turn," I whispered, a playful smile on my lips.
Calla's eyes sparkled with mischief, her hands gripping my hips as she guided me to straddle her. I could feel her pussy pressing against mine, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I began to move, my hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, my clit rubbing against hers with each motion.
Calla's hands moved across my body, her touch firm and demanding, urging me to go faster, to take more. I complied, my movements becoming more urgent, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel my orgasm building again, a ball of pleasure in my core, ready to explode at any moment.
Calla's fingers dipped between us, capturing some of the mess we were making before easing around to my asshole and pushing inside, her touch precise and unrelenting, pushing me over the edge as we tribbed. In contrast, she finger fucked my ass, causing me to cry out as my orgasm hit, my body convulsing with pleasure, my pussy clenching as my release flowed out of me. Calla followed soon after, her hips bucking against mine, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
