Page 22 of Puck Princess

I scoop Callie in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her on my bed and fall over her, kissing her neck. I lift her shirt over her head and my mouth trails down to her collarbones and her chest.

“God, you’re so perfect,” I rasp.

“So are you.” She runs her fingers down my torso and a chill shudders through my entire body.

“I’m a fucking wreck. You, on the other hand, look beautiful.”

Before she can fight me on that, I kiss her breasts, teasing her enough to make her arch off the bed. I make my way lower and stop, my eyes tracing over the small swell in her abdomen.

“I know, I’m starting to show,” she says softly, watching me. “I can hardly fit in my clothes anymore.”

I hold her waist, running my thumbs over the bump.

“I love it,” I say, kissing her stomach. I don’t know if I’m talking about the baby or the way she feels. Maybe all of it?

I glance up at Callie, and she has tears in her eyes.

“You know what else I love?” I shift gears, tugging her panties off, and bring my mouth to her. “The way you taste.”

Callie gasps at the contact. “Fuck me, that feels good.”

I sweep my tongue across her, slowly and then with more urgency before I find the spot that makes her whimper. The tip of my tongue flicks, and I can feel all of her tensing under me.

“How the fuck are you so good at that?” she breathes.

“Good at what?” I ask, sucking right where I know she wants me most.

Her hips roll against my mouth. “That.”

I smirk into her.

“And I swear to God, if you say ‘practice,’ I’ll smack you.”

“Maybe I just knowyou.”

With that, I finish her. But even as she comes and relaxes into my bed, I know she needs more. I need it, too.

I slide next to her, and she cups my face in her hands. I wince.

“Sorry.” She offers an apologetic smile. “Does it hurt everywhere?”

I’m bruised and scraped and fucked up almost everywhere I look, so it’s a valid question. But then I grin.

“Noteverywhere…”

Callie takes the hint, and her eyes darken with mischief. She reaches down and finds me with her hand. I am already wet with pre-cum. She circles over the tip, and her hand glides smoothly down the length of me.

“Fuck…” I let out slowly. It’s been a hot minute, and I’m embarrassed to admit she could end me in all of two seconds right now.

Callie works her hand slowly, her fingertips finding every sensitive spot as she does. It’s an art, and I am about to unravel.

“Callie…”

“Yes,” she answers, and that’s all I need. I pull her underneath me, pausing only to kiss her before sliding inside.

She digs into my back as I fill her, sending a burst of pain along my spine that hurts so fucking good.

We move together slowly, savoring the feeling of being here, together. Of Callie being whole and safe beneath me.

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