Chapter thirty-three #2
Once her body begins to settle, I clean her up leisurely, slowly passing my tongue everywhere until I’m satisfied that she’s immaculate. Then I hurry out of my boxers and lie down behind her, pulling her back to my front.
I love pregnancy sex; there’s just something that makes me hard every time I think about it.
Or maybe it’s just Aubrey and knowing she’s carrying my child.
Most likely. But now that Aubrey is heavily pregnant and gets aches easily when she stays in a position too long, it’s made it a little more complicated for us to have sex.
She reaches back with her hand, cupping my nape and turning her head to the side to kiss me as I lift up her leg and pass it over mine. Grabbing my hard, throbbing and leaking shaft, I position myself at her entrance and slowly push in.
Since her blood pressure has decreased again, we’ve been dulling down our sex life to passionate love making. Which I’m completely fine with. I love making love to Aubrey.
We both moan once I’m fully seated inside of her warm channel, then I begin rocking my hips into her with slow long strokes. Every push and pull feels like paradise, and by the sounds emitting from Aubrey’s mouth, she feels the same way.
“God, you feel so good, Angel.” I kiss along her neck and shoulder. “How do you always feel better than the last time?”
“The same way you always feel bigger than the last. Longer,” she breathes, moaning the last word as I bring my hand between her legs and rub gentle circles on her clit. “Oh, Shane. Don’t… stop…” she pants the more I work her, keeping my thrusts at a steady rhythm.
It doesn’t take her long to start squeezing around my length, her thighs quivering as she begins to buck erratically against me. Soon she’s crying out as I capture her mouth and swallow every beautiful sound gracing her lips. But I’m far from done, and apparently, so is she.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispers against my lips breathlessly.
“Angel…”
“Please, Shane. Just this once. I miss it. We’ll be careful and I’ll rest after. I’ll even take a bath after to fully relax. Please,” she begs. “I need you…”
I growl into her neck and by the giggle she makes, she knows she’s won. I pull out of her as she gets onto all fours. I climb onto my knees and position myself behind her, then grab her hips. “Ready, sweetheart?”
She looks over her shoulder, biting her lip. “Yes.”
I slam into her and she lets out a scream.
Her hands fist the sheets as I plow into her relentlessly, losing all sense of control as I let my desire for her consume me.
I fuck her hard, just like she asked, while the dogs all run around the bed, getting agitated by the loud sounds of our skin slapping and Aubrey’s cries.
“Oh fuck, yes! I’m going to come!”
“That’s it, Angel. Keep squeezing my cock like that. Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” I groan, ramming into her harder as my balls draw up and my stomach clenches.
“Oh, Shane. I love you! I love you so much!” she screams again, her walls trembling around me until her body begins to convulse uncontrollably as she milks every drop from my body.
“Oh shit! Angel, God, I love you!” I grunt out, slowing my thrust as the sensitivity gets too intense.
Aubrey pants heavily as I pull out. She slowly lowers herself and lies on her left side with her eyes closed.
I instantly get worried when I notice her pale complexion.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I quickly come to her side, pushing sweaty strands out of her face as I look her over.
“Baby, talk to me. You’re scaring me. Does something hurt? ”
She shakes her head. “I’m okay.” Her hand reaches out for me blindly and I quickly grab onto it. “I just need a minute.” She smiles weakly.
“Can I do something to help?” I hate seeing her like this. Cupcake rises to her back paws, sniffing Aubrey’s hair on the side of the bed and whimpers, sensing something is off with her mommy.
“Water,” she answers as she takes in deep breaths.
I quickly move over to the foot of the bed and grab a water bottle from one of the trays, hurrying back to her side as I unscrew the cap. I help her into a sitting position against me as she keeps her eyes closed, and hand her the bottle. She takes a few sips, her hands shaking in the process.
After what feels like an eternity, she sighs and opens her eyes slowly, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Thank you,” she says quietly.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, my stomach churning at the thought of ever hurting her.
“No, Shane. You made me feel good. I just got a little lightheaded at the end,” she reassures me, kissing my neck.
“Okay, but no more of that. I don’t like seeing you like this. We only have six more weeks, Aubrey. We can wait.” She nods, but I can tell something’s on her mind with how quiet she gets. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“What if I don’t get better?” she whispers in a broken voice.
I place my finger under her chin, tilting her face up to me. “Angel…”
“No, Shane. I mean it. What if I don’t get better? What if once I give birth, things don’t go back to normal? What if they find out it’s not the pregnancy but something else causing it?” She pushes my hand away, looking to the side and refusing to make eye contact.
“They ran tests, Aubrey. Twice. Everything came back clear,” I tell her confidently, even though she’s hit a thought I’ve refused to think about from the very start.
She scoots away from me, trying to bring her legs up to her body, but her baby bump stops her from doing so. Instead, she lets her knees drop to one side and uses her arms to cover her breast.
We’re still naked on the bed, outside in the middle of the night, with four pups cuddled up on the floor and one listening to our exchange. She feels exposed right now. Vulnerable. I quickly grab the blanket and wrap it around her body as she wipes her tears away.
“Tests aren’t always accurate, Shane. They make mistakes all the time. Misdiagnoses happen every day,” she cries quietly and my heart breaks. “What if I’m one of them?”