He waited until the kicking stopped before pressing against her opening, feeling the wetness of her body flooding his fingers. He groaned, kissing his way back to her mouth as he entered her with his fingers. She let out a little mewl of pleasure and arched off the bed towards him. He worked her into a frenzy before he rolled until she was sitting on his hips just above his hardened cock. She leaned forward, her breasts teasing his lips, her hard belly pushing against him. Then she was slowly, oh so slowly, lowering herself onto him. He felt every inch of his member sliding into her and grunted, the pleasure of the slow glide nearly taking his head off.
She took him fully with her fingers digging into his flesh, his thumbs rubbing against her hips as she began to move. He allowed her to set the pace. Leaning forward to take her breasts into his mouth, he sucked on her hardened nipples as her body moved up and down. She moaned, taking him deeply with every downward stroke, her belly caressing him as she moved.
Peanut let her have her way with him until he couldn’t take it anymore. His hands bit into her hips possessively as he thrust upwards into her tight sheath. Clutching her to him as he pushed them both closer to the edge of oblivion. Phoebe gasped when he held her hips in place as he drove into her. She gripped his shoulders, her nails leaving little indents in his skin as she clung to him. Her mouth opened in a startled moan as he felt her shudder around his cock. The hard clasp of her tight sheath left him reeling. He couldn’t hold back the pleasure as it rushed over him, leaving him in blissful abandonment. He let out a roar of contentment and his orgasm flooded her shuddering body. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she collapsed limply onto his chest.
“Damn, I really needed that,” he muttered, kissing her injured shoulder softly. She sighed and slid off his limp dick. She moved off him and snuggled into his side. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she lay her head on his shoulder. They lay that way for a long time before Peanut found the energy to reach down and pull the covers up over them both. He was just about to close his eyes when she moved.
“Wait, I have to pee,” Phoebe moaned and reluctantly crawled from the bed.
It was as she turned to walk towards the bathroom that he saw it. He was up out of the bed in an instant, scooping her into his arms in a panic. He laid her back on the bed and pushed his ear against her belly.
“What the heck are you doing, Peanut? I told you I have to pee,” she growled, trying to get up.
“You’re bleeding. I’m listening for the baby.”
Phoebe gasped and waited with him for what seemed like forever before the baby kicked his head. Yeah, he supposed that was fair. He had just spent the last ten minutes poking his dick at the little tyke. He stood up and jerked up his pants, digging out his phone. She watched him with a frown.
“He’s fine. He just kicked. Who are you calling?” Phoebe asked, her brow knitted in confusion.
“The doctor, Lovely. I’m calling the doctor,” Peanut muttered, wondering why the hell she hadn’t already figured that out already. It was only two in the afternoon, surely they’d see her today for something like this. They had to make sure he hadn’t hurt her or the baby. Fuck, why had he been so rough with her? He was such a fucking idiot. He always let his dick get him into trouble. If she was okay he wasn’t having sex until after she’d had the baby. No way in hell was he risking either of them because he was fucking horny.
“Peanut, I’m fine.”
“No, we are going in to see the doctor. Bleeding isn’t okay. All the books say bleeding is bad,” Peanut muttered as he continued to ignore her and waited on hold with the doctor’s office.
“They mean excessive bleeding, not spotting. It’s likely nothing. I’m sure he’s fine if he’s still active,” Phoebe said, but he could tell she was worried. A frown creased the skin between her eyes and her hand was resting on her stomach. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, ignoring her protest.
“Don’t care, you’re getting checked out,” Peanut muttered.
“Fine, but we don’t really need to waste the doctor’s time. I’m fine and so is the baby. You need to relax. Let’s just go to bed.”
“No, we’ll wait until the doctor tells us that you’re fine,” Peanut growled.
She must have known he wasn’t changing his mind because she leaned back against the headboard and frowned at him with her arms crossed over her chest. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to her bare breasts. His dick twitched and he jerked his eyes back up pacing with the phone to his ear. Not going there, he told his cock sternly
“I suppose you aren’t going to let me walk to the bathroom to pee, are you?” she asked.
He answered by carrying her into the bathroom and sitting her down on the toilet. He ignored her when she rolled her eyes and asked him to leave. She’d get over it. She wasn’t walking again until the doctor had given her a clean bill of health.
Epilogue
Phoebe sighed as she leaned into the counter, wondering if she’d ever have sex again. Peanut hadn’t made love to her in
