But his thumb brushes my cheek, and my body melts under his.
“Yes.” It’s true. I’m sure I want him, and although what will happen after scares me, in this moment, there’s nothing I want more than to be with him.
His mouth finds mine again, the kiss slower and deeper. His hand slides down my side, and my skin sparks under his touch. I’m already achy with want.
This is going to be so good. It’s been building for months. The tension. The eye contact. The way we try to pretend we don’t have one eye on the other when we’re together.
This is the moment I’ve been thinking about for days, weeks, months.
Our clothes are tossed aside, and he stares hungrily at my breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth along the taut peak, then doing the same to the other. My breasts no longer ache, but they’re more sensitive than normal, so I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
Next, he drifts his hand down to my lower abdomen that’s popped in the time he was away. I’m not showing in a super obvious way, but there’s a swell to my belly that wasn’t there before.
“You have a baby bump now.” His voice is filled with awe. Cradling my tummy with both hands, he moves his head down and places a gentle kiss there.
Something about the gesture almost brings tears to my eyes, but I blink them back.
Foster moves back up my body, and his mouth meets mine again. I slide my hand down the front of him, palming his long, thick cock, wanting it deep inside me.
He groans, then he’s reaching toward the nightstand, but I place my hand on his. “Have you been tested?”
His head rocks back, realization dawning. “Yeah. You?”
“At the doctor. So we don’t need to use anything if you don’t want to. I mean, I can’t get pregnant again.”
His gaze falls to my body. “Shit, you just put me in a tough situation.”
“Why?”
He kisses right between my breasts. “Because this is Operation Give Callie an Orgasm, and if I’m in you bare, I worry I’m gonna come too fast. Like when I lost my virginity, and I can assure you I know I never gave her an orgasm.”
I laugh, and his lips trail over my body, his thigh nudging my legs open, answering my question.
He situates himself between my legs and hovers his lips over my mouth. “But I think I’m gonna take my chances. Can we agree on a third round, just in case?”
“At this point, I might agree to a third even if you don’t make me come.”
“Jesus, I hope it doesn’t come to that, but at the same time, I wouldn’t be complaining.”
His lips press to mine as the tip of his dick pushes past my opening, and he slides into me. His masculine grunt only makes me wetter. I’m not sure the last time I was with a guy who made me feel as wanted as I wanted him. Dare I say this moment with Foster feels different than any time before.
He’s good with his dick—circles his hips, doesn’t move too fast or too slow, keeps up a good, steady rhythm—and as my fingernails are digging into his shoulder blades, and I’m close, my brain decides to come back online.
Why didn’t I come the first time? He’s not bad. In fact, this is amazing. Maybe this is different than the first time?
“Fuck, you feel so good, Callie. You have no idea the number of times I’ve jerked off to you.”
My body heats with his words, but my mind continues to spin, telling me to hurry up and get there.
Pressure blooms in my chest.
Not because I don’t want him. Not because it doesn’t feel good. It feels amazing. Having him on top of me, whispering sweet dirty things is exactly where I want to be.
But I can feel the finish line up ahead, and instead of letting my body move toward it, my mind drags me back.
You have to come.
If you don’t, he’ll know.
