Page 67 of Callahan

She lurched forward as her body writhed in ecstasy under me. It only took a few thrusts until I joined her over the edge.

It was the closest thing I’d ever come to coming at the same time as my partner. And it was hot as hell.

I lay on top of her, careful not to crush her, while my cock was still buried in her pussy. Normally this would be where I’d pull out and dispose of the condom before I softened. It was erotic knowing my cum was already in her pussy, and I didn’t have to worry about that.

I felt her fingers trace up and down my spine as our breathing normalized.

“Am I crushing you?”

I felt her shake her head. “No. But I think your cum is leaking down my ass crack.”

“That is fucking hilarious, yet hot.” I pulled out and dropped a quick peck to her lips. “I’ll be right back.”

As I pulled the towel from the bar, I heard Conor cry.

Perfect timing, little man.

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Lainey

At Adam’s suggestion, I brought Conor back to my room at the same time Adam was returning from the kitchen in his boxer briefs with a glass of water.

He set the water on the nightstand and reached for my hungry baby.

“Get comfy, honey.”

After I propped some pillows behind my back, Adam handed Conor to me. He then plucked a few throw pillows from the pile on the floor and situated them at my sides.

“Do you need anything other than water, baby?”

His attentiveness made my insides feel mushy.

“No, I’m good. Thank you.”

I expected him to leave, maybe go watch TV in the living room or fall asleep on the air mattress. Instead, he lay at the foot of the bed, with his elbow at ninety degrees and his head in his hand and watched me nurse my son.

“You’re so amazing,” he murmured softly as he gently caressed my calf. “I can’t believe you’ve been doing this all by yourself.”

I huffed out a humorless laugh.

“I didn’t really have much of a choice.”

He leaned over and placed a kiss on the inside of my knee.

“No, I guess not.”

We were quiet until I switched breasts, and I told Adam, “He doesn’t nurse as long in the middle of the night.”

“When will he sleep through the night?”

“My doctor said in another month or two, he might sleep five or six hours. And I’ve read that by eight months, some babies sleep eight hours.”

“Fingers crossed he’s one of them.”

“Heck, I’d be thrilled with five or six hours.”

We fell back into a comfortable, sleepy silence until Conor was done.

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