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She moaned, and I grasped her hips and gently lifted her, fitting the head of my cock at her entrance. Slowly, I brought her down and slipped inside her.

I gently rocked my hips up, my hands gliding up her sides and back around to fit my palms over her breasts.

“Mouth,” I growled quietly.

She obediently turned her head so I could seal my lips over hers. One of my hands slipped down between her legs, while the other plucked and twisted her hard nipples. When I dipped a finger between her folds, she cried out. Her pussy clenched around my shaft like a fucking vise. She started undulating, riding my cock, reaching for her pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” I urged. “Ride me. Oh, fuck!”

She clenched again, squeezing me so hard I nearly lost it.

I pushed her legs open wider with a palm on each thigh, then I used my index fingers to part her pussy lips and tease her center. My digits swirled around, coming close to her clit but not touching it.

“Callum,” she whined, raising her arms and locking them around my neck. “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“Touch me,” she moaned as she moved against me with more speed.

“I am touching you,” I murmured with a wicked grin as I continued to tease her quivering pussy. I swiped the pad of my finger once over her clit, and she cried out as a shudder wracked her body.

“Please,” she begged. “Please. I need to come.”

“Then fuck me harder, baby. Ride my cock. That’s it. Yes! Fuck!”

Water sloshed over the edges of the tub as we moved with more urgency, climbing toward the pinnacle of bliss. But the water was slowing us down, so I wrapped my arms around her thighs and kept her plastered against me, my shaft still buried in her heat while I pushed to my feet. Then I carefully stepped out of the tub and into our shower.

I was never more grateful for the panel I’d originally thought was ridiculous when we bought the house. In seconds, I chose a temperature and hit a button that would release the water when it reached it. The warm spray splashed onto us as I sat on the bench and moved my hands to Gemma’s lush hips. Holding her in a firm grip, I moved her up and down on my shaft as I pumped up into her.

“Fucking love these hips, baby. Wide and open, so perfect for having my babies.”

Gemma moaned and bounced on my cock, taking me hard and deep every time. “Callum! Oh, yes! Yes!”

My palms covered her big tits, and I squeezed them as I lightly bit her neck. “Love these. Big and fat. Can’t wait until they are dripping with milk. Fuck! Thinking of sucking on these leaking nipples…fuck, baby. I can’t wait. Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck!”

“Yes! Callum! Harder!”

She bore down on me, and I practically saw stars. I wasn’t gonna last much longer, so I pressed my finger over her clit and rubbed. Then when she was right at the edge, I pinched and sent her flying. She screamed my name, and her pussy rippledaround my cock, massaging it, milking until I roared her name and exploded inside her.

Afterward, we lazily washed under the hot spray, then I took her to our bed and made slow, sweet love to her. I worshipped her body from head to toe before we climaxed together.

She curled onto her side, facing me, and draped one leg over mine, her fingers idly tracing over my chest. For a while, we simply laid in bed, tangled in the sheets, the window cracked open to let in the night breeze.

I couldn’t stop staring at the wall across from us.

There, framed in black walnut and lit by a soft sconce, was a photo of Gemma in white lace. Her body was softer now, more womanly. Hair down, cascading over one bare shoulder. She stood with her back to me, my arms wrapped around her body like a shield. One hand on her hip. The other cupping her breast. Her smile was pure mischief. Mine was hunger.

Even in stillness, the image pulsed with emotion. With my claim.

She looked up at me, then her eyes followed my gaze.

“You like it?” she asked sleepily, her mouth curved into a happy smile.

She surprised me with the photo for my birthday. I hadn’t even realized she’d set the whole thing up for the picture until I opened the wrapping paper to find the beautifully framed memory.

I nodded, voice rough. “Yeah. I like it.”

“It’s my favorite, too.”

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