I kiss the center of her chest, then lower, slow and unhurried.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her.“Exactly like this.Exactly as you are.”
Her stomach rises and falls under my mouth.I take my time there—kissing the curve, the softness stretched taut over our future.My hands frame her sides like I’m learning her again.Like this version of her—pregnant, glowing, undone—is something I want burned into my bones.
Behind me, I hear Callaway move.
He doesn’t interrupt.He never does.
There’s the familiar hush of the drawer sliding open, the soft clink of glass and foil inside.Then the bed shifts—just slightly—under his weight as he climbs back in beside her, settling near her hips.His hand grazes the curve of her thigh.
“Hey,” he murmurs to her, voice all warmth and care.“I’m going to touch you.Tell me if you want anything different.”
She nods, eyes flicking to him, then back to me—like she needs us both in view.Like she’s never felt safer than she does pinned between our attention.
“Okay.”
I kiss her belly one more time, then slide down the bed, kissing along the swell of her side as I go.I reach for her knees, gently guiding one outward to open her up to both of us.
“Let me see you, baby,” I whisper.“Let me see all of you.”
She lets out a shaky breath and obeys, hips shifting, thighs spreading wider.
The angle tilts her pelvis just enough—just enough for her center to be visible, glistening and swollen and so fucking ready.But also enough that the gentle roundness of her ass curves upward, beautiful and bare.
“Fuck,” Callaway breathes.
He shifts behind her, sliding one knee between hers, then the other, easing her up onto her side so she’s half-turned—open and vulnerable and entirely ours.Her belly rests against the pillows.Her breasts spill toward the sheets, flushed and heavy, nipples tight.
And her ass?—
Fuck.
Her ass is lifted just enough to show off everything.
The soft rise.The tender skin.The wetness already catching the light where her thighs meet.
Callaway strokes her gently, his fingers slow along the top of her thigh, teasing just behind her knee.
“You always let us see you like this,” he says.“Like you’re meant to be watched.Like you want to be used.”
She gasps softly.
And I know that sound.I know that breathless, wrecked little intake—because I’ve made it too.
“You want both of us tonight?”I murmur, settling in between her thighs, my mouth just shy of the heat of her.“You want to feel everything at once?”
She nods, pupils blown wide.“I want all of it.I want you in me.I want him behind me.”
Callaway groans—low and feral, like he’s barely holding on.
I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher, and higher again, until my breath ghosts over her pussy.
“You’re dripping,” I whisper.“And we haven’t even started yet.”
Callaway leans in from behind, one palm sliding up over the soft curve of her ass, spreading her just enough for both of us to see.For him to rub his fingers through the slick folds and watch her hips twitch at the contact.
“You’re going to take us both,” he says, voice like gravel now.“One in your cunt.One in your ass.We’ll fuck you full, baby.Make you feel bred and filthy and so fucking good.”
