Epilogue #3
He emerged from the bathroom clad in a simple tunic and white cotton shorts, his belly peeking out, and I groaned. My cock hurt in my pants at the sight of my pregnant mate.
My mind already hazy with arousal, I fed Lawrie strawberries with cream, admiring how his lips closed around each bite.
He licked my fingertips, looking so erotic in the open tunic and with his arms cast helplessly above his head.
I caressed his tongue, fucking into his mouth with two fingers.
He moaned softly and pushed into my touches when I stroked his chest and belly with my other hand.
He was only five months along but already beautifully rounded.
His pecs had grown bigger too, his nipples darker.
He unbuttoned my pants, and I knew what he wanted.
I put the plate on the coffee table, and Lawrie stripped, slowly uncovering his beautiful body.
Then he got onto his knees between my legs.
Naked. Pregnant. Lips parted, eyes looking up at me with lust and adoration.
I’d never seen anything or anyone more beautiful.
Slowly, he sucked my cock, holding my gaze, massaging my balls and the base of my dick.
When I came, he moaned eagerly and gulped everything down.
Then he clambered onto the sofa with a grin on his face, spreading himself out for me to devour.
Legs open, feet propped up on the edge, his hard cock curving along his underbelly…
Mouthing his erection, I slid two fingers into his hole. The tissue had gotten even softer with the pregnancy, supple and flexible, allowing me to massage him on the inside with firm strokes of my fingers. Three, then four.
He groaned when I took his cock into my throat and swallowed around it. His hole released more slick, thick like honey, and it dripped down my hand to my wrist. I tucked my thumb into my palm and turned my hand, pushing into Lawrie’s hole.
His pregnant body sucked my fist in.
“Fuck yeah,” Lawrie groaned. “God, I need it. Stretch me out. Oh please, yes. Touch my womb.”
He got almost feverish whenever I did this to him.
Soon, I reached all the way to the engorged mouth to his womb. Teasing it with my fingertips, I pumped in and out, sending Lawrie straight into a powerful storm of a climax. He’d come many times tonight. His hole gushed wetness, fluttering around my hand, while he keened and twitched helplessly.
I pulled out, admiring the wide gape, before plunging back in past my wrist. The sight of my forearm sticking out of Lawrie’s open crease never ceased to amaze me. Of course, my little mate loved getting fisted. His pregnant body craved it.
“Fuck me. Carve me out. More. Uh-huh. More. Oh please! Augh!”
His shouts and grunts sounded almost painful, but I knew better than to worry.
He strained to meet the pumps of my hand, so I gave him everything.
In and out all the way, from my fingertips grazing his rim to the strong ring of muscle squeezing on my forearm.
I stroked his insides, fucked him with my arm, and Lawrie chanted garbled words of devotion and gratitude, his balls drawn up tight to his body and his hard cock dark pink, spitting small doses of seed onto his protruding belly.
When he lay limp, his groans monotone, I eased out of him and soothed his stretched hole with tender licks. Ever so slowly, his breathing calmed down.
“And now I need a shower again,” he mumbled sleepily.
I hoisted him up and carried him into the shower stall. We showered together, and I paid extra attention to his stomach. It was like a magnet to me, constantly tempting me to caress and kiss.
After brushing his teeth, Lawrie went to bed, and I returned to the living room to turn off the lights and close the balcony door.
Then I went to join my mate in the bedroom.
I expected to find him curled up on his side like always, waiting for me to wrap myself around him.
But Lawrie sat leaning with his back to the headboard, wide awake.
“Everything okay?” I asked, suddenly apprehensive.
“Yes. Come here.” He patted the mattress, so I crawled to the middle of the bed and sat where he pointed.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ve been sitting on some news,” Lawrie began slowly, making me nervous. “I was waiting for a private, calm moment. And it’s been hell to keep it a secret for a full day.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“It’s scary, yes. But in a good way.”
“Lawrie, explain, now.” I used my warning voice, which of course never affected my husband in the least.
“See, I had a hunch. Just a vague feeling. You had to stay behind with Davidson, so I asked Manny to come with me yesterday.”
“My dad? Where?”
“To Dr. Clearbridge.”
My stomach swooped. “The baby.”
“Calm down. Everything’s fine.” He stretched his arms toward me. “Give me your hands.”
Mind blank, I obeyed. Lawrie placed first one, then my other palm onto his stomach, my thumbs framing his belly button. He covered my hands with his.
“I have a little dragon for you in here.” He pressed with one hand over mine. “And another one here.” He pressed with the other.
I snapped my head up, gaping at him. “Another one?”
Lawrie grinned, biting his lower lip. “Twins,” he said.
“What?” My voice was hollow, weak, my mind disconnected from my body.
“Yes, Ernest. I have two babies growing in my stomach right now.”
I blinked. I had nothing.
Then ever so slowly, the cogs began turning. I looked at my hands and at Lawrie’s belly, suspiciously big for being only five months along. Then at Lawrie’s adorable, smug expression.
“We’re expecting twins,” I said, trying the words out on my tongue.
“Yes, my love.”
Damn, our life was about to turn absolutely insane. We’d need a bigger car. New apartment. Maybe a house. A sitter. Shit, we’d definitely need a sitter if we were to ever work again. Fuck me. Twins?
Lawrie and I are having twins.
Oh wow.
Overwhelmed, I laughed. A deep, booming belly laugh that had Lawrie giggling as well.
The End