Page 126 of Love You Madly

“Long,” I say, sinking into the cushion beside her with a sigh. “But it’s good. We’re making progress on the steam lines, and Will’s been a big help. We’ve got a good system going.” I glance over at her, catching the way her eyes soften, and I know she understands. She always does.

We move through the rest of the evening in a comfortable rhythm that’s quickly becoming familiar. I help Callie with dinner, our movements synchronizing in the kitchen as we prepare a quick meal. Sara chatters sleepily, her words slurring as her eyes grow heavier, and by the time we finish eating, she’s almost out again. I scoop her up, feeling her tiny arms wrap around my neck as I carry her upstairs.

I take Sara to her room and tuck her in, smoothing the soft,faded pink blanket over her tiny body. I stand there momentarily, watching as her breaths even out, her small chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deepening sleep. She’s so peaceful, her little face slack and soft, and it hits me all over again how much these moments have come to mean to me. I love this little girl. And I am so glad that Callie has allowed me to be a part of her life.

While tonight is my first official night living here with them, it’s not the first time I’ve helped Callie get Sara to bed. Callie would often be up until the early hours with Sara, rocking her in her mom’s old recliner.

I knew that after everything Callie had been through, the idea of letting Sara cry herself to sleep was almost unbearable. She couldn’t stand the thought of walking away, so at the slightest whimper, she’d rush in, scoop her up, and hold her close. And while it was done out of love, it was taking its toll on them both. Callie was running on fumes, and Sara wasn’t learning to fall asleep independently.

When I started spending more weekends here, Sara took to me putting her down without much fuss. They say kids save their hardest times for their moms because it’s who they feel safest with, and maybe there’s some truth to that. But the first time I spent the night here, I had a little chat with my sweet Sara. I told her that if Mommy got to be well-rested, she’d have more energy for fun the next day. Sara seemed to understand, and the bedtime struggles have eased since then.

Callie jokes that I must have made some sort of deal with the devil to get Sara to go down so easily, but I wonder if we just needed this—me being here, being a part of their nightly rhythm. It’s clear this move wasn’t just about convenience but building something that made sense for all of us. I’ve always heard it takes a village to raise children, and I’m grateful that Callie allows me to be a part of hers.

When I return to the living room, Callie is waiting, leaning against the doorframe with a warmth in her eyes that makes my pulse stutter. “You are so wonderful, Owen,” she says softly, her voice sincere. “Thank you so much for everything.”

I step forward and place my hands on her hips, pulling her gently away from the doorframe. She wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. It’s slow, unhurried—just the two of us finding comfort in the closeness. She drops her arms from my neck, lacing her fingers with mine as she leads me down the hallway to our room.

Our room.

My girl.

All mine.

After pulling me into the room and closing the door behind me, Callie turns to me, her eyes soft but full of lust. I press a soft kiss to her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her. Her warm breath dances across my skin as she starts to undo my belt buckle and begins kissing her way down my neck. I reach my hand over my head, pulling my shirt off in one swift movement before tossing it aside as she continues trailing kisses down my skin until she’s on her knees in front of me.

It’s a sight I will treasure forever.

The more Callie and I are together, the more I learn about what makes her tick and what turns her on. Callie is a service-submissive. Part of the way she shows affection is through acts of service, always ensuring I’m well taken care of. Callie has repeatedly shown me that she gives as good as she gets, and I am living for this moment with her kneeling at my feet.

“Can I please help you take your boots off, Sir?” she asks, her voice radiating desire as she looks up at me through her long black eyelashes.

“Yes, Kitty,” I nod, taking a seat on the bench that sheplaced at the end of the bed. “But you have to take your clothes off first.”

She smirks at me and does as I say, slipping out of her pink cotton dress. When she gets back on her knees in front of me, she slowly unties each one of my boots, pulling them off my feet and placing them carefully beside the bench. She moves back toward the button and zipper on my jeans, freeing my now incredibly hard dick from the confines of my boxer briefs and jeans.

Jesus Christ, she is so fucking sexy.

As she wraps her hand around my cock and lowers her head, I put my hand in her hair, stroking it softly. Her warm breath against my skin is intoxicating. I’m addicted. I need more.

I tuck her long hair behind her ear as she moves her mouth up and down on my erection so I can get a better look at this beautiful goddess that is on her knees for me.

“You make me feel so fucking good, Kitty,” I praise.

She hums at the encouragement and continues her movements until I pull her up to stand before me as I remain sitting on the bench. I pull off my pants and toss them aside before putting my hands high on her ribs and squeezing just a bit. I decide to have a little extra fun with her and spin her around while I remain seated before slowly pulling her down to sit on my lap.

I feel her start to get nervous as she sits back, like she’s worried that she might break me. She’s not going to. Before she’s fully seated, I grab my cock in one hand while holding her in a half seated position with the other. Slowly stroking myself through her folds, she is soaking wet.

She whimpers as my cock passes through her pussy lips and I can tell she’s trying not to beg for what she wants. I’ve learned that making her wait for things drives her crazy butit also makes her come so much harder. I continue stroking my cock against her entrance until she’s about to come undone.

“That feels… so… good,” she pants.

“Does my greedy little Kitty need my cock?” I taunt.

“Yes,” she replies, almost breathlessly.

Just as the word leaves her lips, I pull her down, driving my dick deep inside her. She leans back, wrapping one arm up around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I place a kiss against the sweet spot where her neck and shoulders meet while reaching one hand down to play with her clit.

We move together, slowly, every touch intentional. I run my other hand over her belly and a wave of protectiveness surges through me. I hold her close, my lips pressed against her shoulder. I watch as the quiet connection makes goosebumps dance across her skin.

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