Page 6 of Now that I Found You
Callum slips his hand beneath the waistband of my lounge pants. When he realizes I’m not wearing panties, he pulls back and glares at me with a hard stare.
“What’s this?” he asks, running his hand over my smooth mound. I let my leg fall open for him.
“Ellie,” Callum moans, as he moves his hand further south, his hand skimming over my pussy. My breath stutters, feeling my pelvis lift off the bed in search of his fingers.
“Greedy,” he responds matter-of-factly.
“Callum,” I groan, pulling the hair at the back of his head, kissing him forcefully. “Please,” I whisper, begging him.
He moves between my legs, tossing the blanket that had been covering us to the side. There’s a sparkle in his eye as he leans over me. Reaching for the waistband again, he pulls my pants down in one swift motion as he bites down on his lip to stifle his groan.
Sitting up, I stare down at my body following his line of sight, as I open my legs, offering myself to him. His cock is straining against the front of his pants, as he moves to lie down on his stomach. His warm breath flutters over my wetness as he growls out “Mine” just before his tongue swipes at my entrance.
Falling onto the pillow, I moan in pure ecstasy. My fingers clutch his hair, holding him against me as my eyes roll back.
“Yesss,” I sigh.
He reaches his hand up under my shirt, pressing his palm flat over my stomach. He stops, forcing my eyes wide as I peer down at him ready to beg him to continue.
His lips trail a path over my mound to my thigh. I love the devious look in his eyes as he torments me. I want to grab him by his hair again, forcing him back to where I want him, but when his mouth trails a path up toward my stomach, his face turns serious.
There’s so much emotion in one stare before his eyes slowly close and he leans forward, pressing a kiss against my lower belly. He pauses for a moment before looking back up at me.
“I want to put a baby here,” he whispers. His voice is so low that for a second, I wonder if I dreamed it up.
Tears fill my eyes. I’ve thought about the day we’d have kids, but I’ve never let myself picture it happening out of fear of wanting it too much. I envision his face lighting up when he holds a blonde-haired little boy with blue eyes matching his own. I imagine his smile and the love in his eyes the first time he says “Dad” and his laughter when he chases him around the house.
My heart grows fuller when I think of the two of them standing in the kitchen, our little one standing next to Callum, as they make Mickey Mouse pancakes for breakfast like I used to do with my dad.
I subtly nod my head, unable to form a sentence. The images in my mind so vivid, they’ve stolen my words. All I’ve ever wanted was a family of my own.
“I want a baby with you, too.”
