Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I’m nine months along. It didn’t take long for Luke’s seed to take, as if we needed another sign that we’re meant for one another. Now I’m just waiting for the inevitable to happen and for the immense pain to follow. Or so I expect.
Is this it?
Breathe. Out and in. Be conscious about it. I get a hold of myself and steady my thoughts. No, I’m not in labor yet – just the baby moving, waking me up out of a light sleep.
I’m not alone in facing this, though. Luke rises beside me. “What’s the matter?” he says, his voice full of compassion, his hands tenderly on my shoulders as he defaults to a light massage.
“Just the usual body chemistry chaos. Everyone keeps telling me pregnancy is natural, but natural is not a synonym for a good time.”
He laughs softly. “You’re going through a lot. I get that. I can think of something to help you settle down though.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Let Dr. Luke work his wonders.”
He steals a smooch as he descends down my body, his hands exploring what pregnancy has done to me.
“You’re as beautiful as ever, Piper. If not more so. I love the way your tits have been filling out, how heavy they are with milk.”
I giggle, enjoying his touch, and how sensitive my nipples have been during these past few months. That prickling, building delight inside of me, it’s so much more intense than all the other countless times Luke has pleased me.
His hands slide down to my abdomen, which looks like I was smuggling one of those giant exercise balls with me everywhere I go.
“You are a motherly goddess. I love seeing you like this, Piper. I wonder how long after you finally pop I can knock you up again?”
I shake my head. “I think I need like a month of recovery or so, if my research is right.”
“Ah, so you’re looking into it. I love that you’re just as into keeping our family growing as I am.”
“Any discomfort I feel during all this is temporary. Our family will be forever, Luke.”
“If only I could sacrifice anywhere near as much as you are.”
“Just keep being the wonderful husband and future father you are now. It’s all you can do and it’s all I can ask of you.”
“Will do,” he says with a mock salute.
His hands go lower, toward my pussy. Pregnancy had done nothing to stop how unbelievably wet I get for him. He slides between my legs, kissing me on the pussy, the echoes of his touch reverberating through my form. His tongue pushes through, tickling all the most sensitive parts down there. His nose nuzzles against my nub, sending wonderful electricity through me.
Luke has gotten to know me so well over this past year. He’s learned how to please me. How to worship me. How to just drive me crazy in every way he can manage.
I lie back on the bed and let him do his work. The adrenaline and arousal have come together to push the negative aches and emotions to the side. Luke reminds me that I’m loved, I’m lusted after, and that he’ll always want me, no matter how much I doubt myself.
His hands are all over my body, massaging me, worshiping me, loving me. I can always count on him. No matter what happens, this man will take care of me.
He’ll take care of our children.
He’ll stand behind us no matter what. He’s supported me in business, and in life.
I don’t deserve him, honestly.
But I guess I don’t have a say in who loves me. Just whose love I accept.
And I’m not foolish enough to reject him.
I relish his tongue lapping at my clit. His fingers pump inside me and he pushes them in just right, tickling me in all the right places. He knows what I like, and will weaponize that fact to please me to the fullest.
Such an unbelievable sweetheart.
The tide inside me is rising so fast as I call out his name again and again. I nibble on my lip as the bliss ravages me and I struggle to resist it, wanting to enjoy this moment for just a little longer.
But it’s all futile in the end. He’s gotten too good at pleasing me. Too good at making me come.
One more stroke of my clit, one more pump of his fingers and I’m screaming for him, the orgasm hitting me so damn hard. Every sensation seemed to be heightened due to the pregnancy and this is no different.
I lie flat, satisfied. I’ll be able to sleep very well now, thanks to Dr. Luke’s patented sleep aid. I’ll be sure to ask for further treatments in the future.
He plops onto the bed next to me, very satisfied with himself. An earned satisfaction in my book.
“You’re so beautiful in that post-orgasm afterglow.”