Cally releases me and turns to his bag, unzipping it with a practiced motion that tells me he’s thought about this.Planned for it.He pulls out a small pouch and tosses it onto the bed.Condoms.A bottle of lube that gleams under the lamplight.
The sight of it makes my pulse spike.
“Do we have to use condoms?”I ask.
The question slips out quieter than everything else I’ve said tonight, almost tentative, like I’m bracing for him to pull back instead of leaning in.
Cally stills in front of me.
Not stiff.Not alarmed.Just ...attentive.
He searches my face, his thumb brushing slow along my hip like he’s anchoring us here, now.“Talk to me,” he says.
“We’re clear,” I answer immediately.“Both of us.Tested.Regularly.”
My voice doesn’t shake.My body does.
“We don’t use them with Vesper,” I add, softer now.Honest in the way that feels like peeling skin back.“Do we have to ...between us?”
Cally’s eyes don’t leave my face.Not for a second.His hands stay warm on my hips, thumbs brushing small, grounding arcs like he’s holding me here on purpose.
“You’re asking me if I need one,” he says quietly.
I nod.Swallow hard.Force myself to stay open.“I want you.Just you.I want to feel you inside me.Nothing between us.”
The words settle in my body like truth.
Cally exhales slow.Controlled.His jaw tightens, but his grip doesn’t change—doesn’t pull away.
“I’m clear too,” he says.“You know that.”
“I do.”
“If we do this without,” he continues, voice low, intent, “it’s because you want it.Not because you think you owe me.”
I shake my head immediately.Step closer.Press myself into him so he can feel exactly how much I want this.How hard I am.How exposed.
“I want it,” I say.“Fuck, I want it so hard.”
There’s more.It presses against my ribs, demanding air.Demanding honesty.
I close my eyes for half a second, then open them again.
“I like knowing you’re inside me,” I admit.“Not just fucking me—filling me.”My voice drops, rough with want.“It does something to me.Knowing you’re there.Knowing you finish in me.”
Cally’s breath stutters.
His hands flex at my hips.
“I think about it,” I continue, words tumbling now, desperate and real.“About feeling you deep.About holding you there.About carrying you like that.”I swallow again, pulse racing.“I want your cum inside me, Cally.I want to feel it.I want you to give it to me.”
Silence.
Cally’s eyes go dark in a way that makes my stomach flip.He leans in, forehead touching mine, his voice dropping to something rough and reverent.
“You want me to fill you,” he says.
“Yes, fuck yes, please.”
