Then I grabbed the red lace set that fit a little differently these days. My breasts were fuller, heavier, and sensitive in the best way, and the lace hugged my hips in a way that made me feel like a sex siren even on my worst days.
I tossed it in my suitcase, too.
Some nights, I lie awake wondering when pregnancy was supposed to make me feel less attractive, because right now, my body is a walking contradiction. My nipples were sore and overly sensitive, my breasts felt like invisible hands were cradling them, and my pussy stayed wet like it had its own faucet.
I was also learning that wanting to feel sexy and actually feeling sexy were two different things. Sometimes I caught my reflection and saw the bags under my eyes because my sleep was constantly interrupted by my bladder, the extra fullness around my face, the slight waddle that pregnancy gave me. Sometimes I felt more swollen than seductive, more tired than desirable.
But every time those insecurities crawled up my spine, Calla and James reminded me exactly who I was.
Calla would come behind me while I was brushing my hair, pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck, and say, “Your body is blooming for us, and it is so breathtaking to witness.”
James would slide his hand over my growing stomach and whisper, “You are sexy, Baby.” His voice would drop, low and reverent, every time he felt the kick beneath his palm. “You’re our everything.”
They made me feel worshipped, even when I didn’t feel like a goddess at all.
I shoved another piece of lingerie into the suitcase, this one with slits that went high enough to make me blush even alone. I imagined James' eyes darkening or Calla’s smirk when I walked out of the bathroom wearing it, and my whole body buzzed.
“They are not ready for you,” I told myself, laughing softly as I zipped the bag. “Not at all.”
The truth was simple, even if it sometimes scared me.
As I got bigger, they wanted me more.
As my belly grew, their hunger grew too.
As I started waddling, they found ways to make the waddle worth it.
I remembered every second of last night, every filthy detail burned into my skin.
I had been so swollen with need that night, my pussy already dripping by the time Calla laid back on the bed and pulled me down on her face with a hunger that made me shake. Calla’s mouth open for me, tongue out, lips soft, ready to eat. When I lowered onto her face, slow and trembling, Calla groaned so deep it vibrated straight into my core.
Her hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging in, pulling me down harder, forcing me to ride her face like she was starving for it. Her tongue pushed in deep, licking long and slow before swirling tight circles around my clit that had me gasping like I was drowning in pleasure.
“Mmmmmmm, Baby,” I moaned out. “Eat this fucking pussy.”
But the part that made me shatter was James.
He stood behind me, shirt off, chest warm against my back, breath thick with desire. His big hands slid under my belly, lifting the weight of it with so much care she almost sobbed. Relief shot through my spine, causing my back to arch as he held me up, taking every ounce of strain off my lower back.
“That’s it, baby,” James murmured, voice low and full of heat. “Ride her face and let her taste all of it.”
His hands supported my belly, his thumbs brushing against my skin as if I might break, even as his words made my pulse throb harder.
Calla moaned beneath me, sucking my clit into her mouth with greedy, messy slurps that echoed in the room. Her tongue flicked fast, then slow, then fast again, teasing me so perfectly that my hips bucked forward, grinding wet and steady onto Calla’s mouth.
“Fuck, Calla,” I gasped, gripping the headboard. “Baby, just like that, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
But James wasn’t done.
His free hand slid between my thighs, stroking through my slick folds, gathering every drop of wetness, circling my clit while Calla continued to suck from beneath. He rubbed tight circles, slow at first, then firmer, then with just enough pressure to make my vision blur.
“You feel that?” he whispered in her ear. “Your pussy is dripping all over her face. She loves it, I love it, give us more.”
I cried out, my whole body shaking as Calla devoured me, tongue thrusting deep before flattening out and dragging up my gushing slit. Calla moaned like she was being fed, licking me like my pleasure was a meal she refused to miss a drop of.
James kissed the back of my neck, then my shoulder, heat spilling through every part his mouth touched. “Come on, baby. Let go. Let us have it.”
My thighs trembled violently, breath breaking into desperate little whimpers as I rode Calla’s mouth harder, wetter, louder, my juices coating Calla’s chin and cheek.
