Page 74 of Pastel Kisses
“I’ve missed you,” I say, trailing my lips lower. “Every inch of you.”
She’s spread out before me like a gift I never want to stop unwrapping. And right now, I plan to savor her—slow and sweet—until every memory of pain is replaced by nothing but pleasure.
As my tongue glides down her slick center, she hums in pure appreciation, her fingers tightening in the sheets. “Damn, baby,” I murmur against her heat, voice thick with hunger. “You’re dripping for me.” When I glance up, her eyes are molten, blazing with need and amusement. “Not into the whole daddy thing, huh? But you sure love it when I talk filthy.”
"Kam, fuck me. Don’t make me beg."
“But you beg so damn pretty, baby.”
She nods eagerly, a soft, needy hum slipping past her lips as she squirms lower on the bed, desperate to close the distance and press her body flush against mine.
My briefs are still on—because the second I feel her skin against mine, it might be game over. When I finally shimmy out of them, I’m already lining myself up, heart pounding like a drum.
“Still okay without a condom, baby?” I ask, voice low and thick with need.
“Yes,” she breathes, almost incoherent with desire. Her hands flail for something to hold onto before finally twisting into the comforter, knuckles white, body ready.
Reaching between us, I guide my cock through her slick warmth, savoring the anticipation building between us. “If anything feels uncomfortable, you need to tell me, alright?” My voice is firm—not because I doubt her, but because I won’t take any chances with her or the baby.
She gives a shaky nod, her fingers fisting the sheets, eyes locked on mine and full of trust.
“Words, Sunshine,” I remind her gently, brushing her hair from her face. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice trembling with need. “I’m good. I want this… I want you.”
That’s all I need to hear.
With careful hands, I lift her hips slightly, sliding a pillow underneath for support. Her body molds to mine like it was made for this—for us—and I ease forward slowly, holding her gaze the entire time.
“Perfect,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple, my dick weeping as I notch myself at her entrance. “Ready?” Before she answers, I sink to the hilt. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” My hands trail down her thighs, gripping her hips tightly, as I surge forward again and again.
“Yes! Yes!” Her chants get louder with each breath. “Harder! Harder!”
“Jesus, baby. I missed you. Fuck, I love you. I love you so much.” Lost in undulations, confessions come easily. “You’re never leaving my sight again. We’re moving in with you. You’re going to marry us.” Reaching between us, my thumb glides through her wetness until I press down hard. “Answer me, Sunshine. Say you agree.” I order, increasing the pressure.
She’s locking down like a vice, seconds from detonating. “Yes. Yes, please.” She begs for my approval.
“Good, girl.” I groan, slipping through her tightness, hitting the end of her, and come. “Fuck!” Pinching her clit, she screams another release, milking every drop I have to give her. “Shit… if you weren’t already pregnant, you would be now.”
She playfully swats at my chest, laughter spilling from her lips as I lean in to steal a kiss. “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she says, though the smile tugging at her mouth tells me she loves every second of it.
Liam stretches lazily from the other side of the bed, a smug grin on his face as he props himself up on one elbow. “That was one hell of a morning show, Bee,” he says, voice thick with appreciation and heat. “Gotta say… I could get used to waking up like that.”
Lennox chuckles beside him, already reaching out to trace lazy circles along her hip. “You okay, Honeybee?”
Their concern is genuine, and I love them for it. We might all be vibrating with energy and desire, but none of us would ever put our pleasure over her comfort.
Avery’s cheeks are flushed, her body relaxed and glowing in the aftermath. She looks like every dream I’ve ever had wrapped in soft skin and messy hair. She stretches beneath me, a satisfied little hum slipping from her lips as her eyes flick between us.
“Overwhelmed?” I ask softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because we’re good just holding you too. Whatever you need, we’re here for it.”
Her smile is slow, sleepy, and full of mischief. “I’m not overwhelmed,” she says, voice low and teasing. “I’m insatiable.”
Lennox groans, and Liam laughs like he’s just won the lottery.
“Careful what you wish for, baby,” I murmur against her ear. “We’ve got all day.”
We do, in fact, spend most of the morning tangled between the sheets—wrapped up in each other and in her, the love of our lives. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word is a declaration of just how much she means to us. It’s not about sex, not entirely. It’s about showing her—proving to her—that she’s safe, cherished, worshipped.
