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Seconds later, I was once again full of him, and I was staring him in the eyes.
The water pounded against his back, but he paid it no mind as he slowly worked me up and down on his cock, his hips moving in a hypnotizing rhythm as he filled me full.
My breasts rubbed delightfully against his rock-hard chest, dragging deliciously against the hair and sinewy muscle with each thrust and jerk.
“Fuck,” he said. “I’m close.”
I wasn’t. And he read it on my face, too.
I was enjoying the ride too much for it to end now.
But apparently Callum was of a different mindset.
He wanted to take me, hard and fast, and he wanted me to go with him whether I wanted it to go slow or not.
Grinning, he brought one hand from my hip and circled it around, honing in on that little bundle of nerves.
Seconds later, he pressed against it, and my entire being lit up like a firecracker breaking up a pitch-black sky.
My breath left me, and my heart started to hammer.
“Callum,” I gasped. “Callum…”
He groaned when I started to clench around him.
The things that I was trying to push back, trying to keep at bay for long enough to really enjoy having Callum fill me, started to break through my control.
I dug my nails into Callum’s back, dropping my head to his shoulder as I bit down on the cord of his neck.
He bucked hard, and suddenly there was no holding anything back. Not even when I tried.
I came, and I came hard.
Lights burst behind my closed eyelids, and a scream left my throat.
I was fairly sure I’d broken the skin on Callum’s neck, too, but he didn’t stop pumping into me, and I didn’t let up.
Not until long moments later when my orgasm subsided and Callum was jerking inside of me uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” he growled, pumping one last time and coming to a stop.
I grinned and opened my eyes, only for them to start stinging as the conditioner made its way into my eyes.
“Owww!” I cried. “Oww, owww.”
He grinned and stepped slightly to the side, allowing the spray to hit me directly in the face.
He laughed as I rubbed my eyes and whined.
Laughed even more when I playfully socked him in the stomach.
“This isn’t funny,” I said, finally able to open my eyes and glare at him.
He wasn’t even paying attention to my annoyance seeing as he was busy reaching for the conditioner himself.
Rolling my eyes, I glanced down to see his release running down the length of my leg, heading straight for the drain.
A pang of need hit me then, and for the first time in a while, I thought about what it would be like to have kids. What it would be like to have Callum’s kids.
I’d never once thought about having kids with Mal, at least not while we were married. When we were still dating, I’d thought about it lots of times.
But the feeling as I watched the water carry his release down the drain? It made me sad that I couldn’t put it to use.
That I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant since I was on the shot.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Callum asked.
I swallowed and looked up at him.
“You want kids?” I wondered.
He froze with his hand in his hair as he washed the conditioner free.
“Do you?” he shot back.
I closed my eyes and turned my face slightly away to escape the water that was bouncing off his chest and splashing in my face.
In doing so, I inadvertently caused my face to turn away from Callum, and he did not like that.
Turning my face back toward him, he held onto my chin and said, “Do you?”
I grinned. “Yeah.”
It was a simple word, but it felt like it was ripped from my soul.
“That’s a bad thing, you wanting kids?” he asked.
I thought about that for a long moment, then shook my head. “No. Not a bad thing…just not something you normally discuss with a new relationship.”
“It is when both of us aren’t young kids and we’re doing this relationship thing with the intent of it going further than just ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’”
I felt my lips turn up into a small smile.
“I want kids,” I admitted. “I want a lot of them. I want them to grow up in a crazy house with their family around. I want to do it where they can run and be free. Where they’re allowed to be kids. I want a father that’s willing to go to baseball practices and gymnastics. One that would literally stop what they’re doing to take care of a skinned knee instead of telling me to ‘get over it’ and going on about his business.”
“That sounds like you’re pretty sure of what you want,” he said softly. “Why do I get the feeling that that stemmed from something I don’t know about.”
