“Oh, Linden,” she moans.
Bloody hell. While I’m still rubbing the oil on her, feeling her get more swollen and slick beneath my fingers, I reach down with my other hand and undo my pants, taking my cock out of my briefs and stroking it with the same oil.
Jesus. Who knew this would be so damn hot.
“I’m close to coming,” she cries out softly.
“I know my dick got us in this mess but my dick will definitely get us out of it,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and pulling her toward me. “I promise.”
“Okay, hurry,” she says, quickly sliding a pillow underneath the small of her back. Our eyes meet as she does so, her hair wild and over her face, and I don’t think she’s ever looked so beautiful and crazed by lust. I’ve missed that expression. “Just don’t hurt the baby,” she adds warily.
“I won’t last long enough to do any damage, believe me,” I tell her, my pulse quickening, and I position my dick to her entrance and slowly push myself in, inch by glorious inch.
She gasps and I can’t help but ask, “Are you all right?”
“It’s weird,” she says, gasping again as I go in deeper. “But good weird. Like…painful and full and foreign and…nice. So nice.”
“As long as you come,” I tell her because this is far more than just nice. This all feels like heaven to me, fucking my wife, finally, our last moments together as just a duo, a couple, before we become a family. Her big belly rises between us, a symbol of something bringing us closer together, not an obstacle in the way. Funny how it’s taken sex for me to finally really feel that.
I pump in a slow, deliberate rhythm, my fingers tighter on her hips and then I know I don’t have much time. I’ve missed this so, so much, every single inch of me feels electric and alive.
I reach over and stroke her clit and the pressure is enough for her to throw her head back against the couch and cry out, “Oh my god!” as her whole body stiffens before she starts to quake around me.
Fucking hell. I pump faster and faster, trying to be delicate and hard all at once and the orgasm tears through me just as it’s going through her.
Come on baby, I think to myself with what little brain power I have. This is your signal to get a move on.
But whether the baby is listening or not, it doesn’t matter. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so human before. I come so hard and long that I feel reduced to a primal being.
“Linden,” Steph says, her voice rich and throaty. My blood pounds loudly in my ears and it takes all my strength to not collapse against her belly. “I have no words.”
Once I catch my breath, I gently pull out and get my pants back on before sitting on the couch beside her. I stroke her belly. “Having a baby yet?”
She shoots me a sated grin. “No. But I’m mad we didn’t think of that sooner.”
I give her a look. “You mean you’re mad you didn’t agree to it sooner.”
She sighs. “Yeah. Was it good?”
“For me?”
She nods, looking shy and unsure as she bites her lip.
“Baby blue,” I tell her, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “Might have been the best sex of my life, if not the most memorable.” I pause. “But aside from the outstanding orgasm, are you feeling anything baby related?”
She shakes her head. “No. But the outstanding orgasm was worth it.” She gives me a soft smile. “Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I’ve been such a pain in the ass.”
“And you know I love your arse,” I tell her. “I love everything about you. And you have every right to be uncomfortable and miserable, every right to do anything you want, do anything you want. You’re creating a life in here. You have all the power in the world and I’m in awe.”
Tears well in her eyes before splashing over. “I’m sorry,” she sobs. “That’s so sweet. I don’t know why I’m crying but I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I tell her. “And you’re crying because you’re an emotional mess,” I tell her, patting her belly. “I’ll make you some more tea.”
The rest of the day goes on without incident. I finally answer Bram’s calls and when he invites us out for dinner with him and his girlfriend Nicola, I accept. Nicola is Steph’s closest friend and she has a child of her own, Ava, so Nicola is used to being the sounding board for many of Steph’s worries and questions.
“Are you sure I should leave the house and go out in public?” Steph asks as we stand outside the apartment, the sun setting low on the city of San Francisco. “People stare at me.”
“Because people always stare at the pregnant lasses,” I tell her, holding her hand. “And why not? You’re a sight to behold, a miracle of life and nature and all those things wrapped into one.”
“They’re staring at me because it looks like I swallowed a beach ball,” she says, rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan. But there’s an easiness to her words, her posture more relaxed, which makes me think that the sex earlier, as quick as it was, had a great soothing effect on her.
Bram soon pulls up in his BMW and gets out of the car.
“Hey, sorry I’m a wee bit late,” he says, holding the back door open while I help Steph into the car.
“No worries,” I tell him, “even though I think Steph was this close to changing her mind.”
“Steph,” Bram says to her, “you need to get out of the house. You’ll go crazy if you don’t.”
“Newsflash,” she says to him
