The shower shut off in the bathroom next door. I waited. Callum showered at night, something I’d never been fully on board with: I’m more of a shower in the morning type of gal.
I wonder if he’ll come in? His dad and my mum will have gone to sleep by now, so the coast should be clear. Part of me didn’t want him to, worried that we’d get carried away again. Part of me wanted him to come in, to hear the creak of the door, to feel his warm touch. He was back for college break, but that only lasted two weeks and then it’d be another three months before I saw him.
I pulled my sheets up against the winter cold, my nipples had always been quite sensitive, and now even more so. The bathroom door opened. I rolled to my other side, away from my door.
Soft footsteps, the creak of my door, I smiled. I heard his towel drop to the floor, and felt a rush of cold air as he raised the blanket, and rolled into the bed.
His hand caressed my hip. Simultaneously, I wiggled back against him, and he shuffled forward, I could feel his cock hard against my ass.
He kissed down my neck, his hand moving up to squeeze my breast, I moaned, my pussy getting wet. He traced his hand down my side, over my rounded belly, and down to my pussy.
“Thought I noticed a little bump there” he said wryly. “Only nineteen and you’re already ripening up with a baby. How far along are you?”
“Three months” I sighed, his fingers slipping into me.
“Three months?” He paused. “Isn’t that the last time we-“
“Yup.” I said.
“Hahaha no way. Fuck - youre having my baby?”
I nodded.
He repositioned, and slipped his cock into me. He fucked again.
