Chapter 30 Inappropriate #3
At first, it didn’t even ache all that much.
A few seconds of dull tension in my core every four or five minutes, and that was it.
Davidson was hard as a rock, the pheromones coming from my skin arousing him on the most basic level, but he didn’t fuck me.
Not yet. He suckled on my nipples, teasing more drops of milk out of me, and he fingered me, sucking my cock, to make me come a couple of times.
Then I rested in his lap with his cock lodged in me as deep as it would go while the contractions came more often and felt stronger. And stronger.
“Davidson, I need more.”
He thrust carefully just as another cramp gripped me. I cried out with a surprisingly strong jolt of pleasure. Oh wow. But Davidson stilled.
“Sorry, love. I’m sorry…”
“No. That was good. That was amazing. A little harder, please.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
When the next contraction came, Davidson pushed in at the perfect angle, and I groaned.
“There! Yes!”
He chuckled. “This is crazy.”
“I know. Feels incredible.”
A more powerful cramp, longer too, and he fucked me through it. I came hard, and another contraction hit me right after the orgasm.
“Don’t stop. I need it.”
“Not stopping. Going to come too.”
And another orgasm. Holy shit!
Now I fully understood the comment about exhaustion in the brochure. We’d barely even started.
When we took a break so I could drink something, I begged him to please fill me again. As long as he was in me, it didn’t hurt.
By the time my water broke, I’d been coming every other minute for what felt like an hour. I was oversensitive everywhere, but the thought of Davidson leaving my body terrified me.
“It’s okay, darling. I just need to check. It’s okay.”
He rolled me onto my back, and before another spasm made me yell, he pushed his hand into me.
Oh God.
His fingers prodded and poked, massaging the dilating mouth to my womb, and I drifted on cloud nine.
“We’re going to do it like this for a little while, okay?”
I lost awareness of time, then awareness of self.
My body was tingling and throbbing while waves of aching pleasure washed over me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was in pain.
But the layers of euphoria covered any discomfort, and as I breathed through the contractions, I learned to love the terrible tension.
Then relief. And again, a horrible tension.
Davidson’s hand deep inside me. Pressure. Oh, the pressure.
“Next time, try pushing a little, okay?”
Oh fuck.
Fucking fuck. I did push.
On the next wave of pleasure-pain, Davidson pulled his hand out. With his slick fingers, he massaged my cock. When the next contraction hit, I was empty, and I simply had to push through it to find relief. It worked. I pushed harder, and a small orgasm fizzled through my gut. Holy smokes.
Davidson knelt between my spread legs, massaging my thighs. He was grinning, his face contorted into an almost maniacal smile. My head empty, I grinned back. Then I had to push, and I screamed instead.
It hurt but didn’t at the same time. This insanely violent thing was happening to my body, stretching the mouth to my womb to its capacity and beyond, but when I pushed through, each contraction ended on a wave of relieved pleasure so overwhelming, my only worry was that I’d pass out.
Then Davidson took my cock into his mouth, and I was screaming my lungs out. This orgasm didn’t go away. I pushed and pushed, and it raged through me, sparkles and fireworks, and oh my fucking God…pain!
It lasted only a second. Maybe two.
A euphoric feeling took over, the pressure disappeared amazingly fast, and I was panting, tendrils of the greatest climax ever chasing themselves through my limp body.
The pressure was gone.
The pressure…is gone.
My eyes popped open, and I gasped.
Davidson knelt between my legs, holding our baby in his arms. The tiniest little baby. His head was smaller than Davidson’s hand.
My husband was laughing, his eyes red, tears running down his cheeks and into his beard, as he looked at me and at the baby and at me again.
“Leo…”
I couldn’t speak. The expression on his face took my breath away, and since I’d barely been catching enough oxygen as it was, well…
He gently placed my son onto my chest, and my arms did something by themselves, holding him just right even though he was slippery as hell. Davidson gave me a fluffy towel, and I wrapped it over our baby’s back.
I looked into his little face, and he looked back at me.
So alert. Were all newborns this alert? I remembered something from the course about the first moments after birth.
They were. He grabbed my finger and gazed at me unseeingly with dark amber eyes.
He didn’t cry. Just stared with the cutest little frown on his forehead.
“Yes, that’s me,” I said, not recognizing my voice. “I’m your dad.”
I was a dad. My baby was here. A whole human being we’d made. Well, not human exactly… Oh Lord.
Davidson was doing something between my legs, but I could barely feel anything from the waist down, so it didn’t matter.
I looked at my son, and he looked at me, and we had a silent conversation about the future.
I told him I’d try to be the best dad, that I’d listen to him, protect him, and that I’d really try to get to know him and be honest with him.
He was worried and confused—the change from the inside to the outside must have been overwhelming—but he could rely on me to take care of him.
I laughed a little because I was being ridiculous, but seriously…
What did you think when you just met your child?
Davidson lay down beside us, holding a cup with a straw. I rolled carefully and cradled my son so he could reach my nipple. Mercifully, he knew what to do right away. Some omegas struggled with chestfeeding, but I was a dragon mate, right? I was made for this.
“Leo,” Davidson breathed, and I lifted my eyes. He offered the cup to me. “It’s apple juice.”
I wrapped my lips around the straw, and hallelujah. I’d never had and never would taste anything as good as that damned apple juice.
Our baby boy closed his eyes.
“Why are you tired, hm?” I asked, and Davidson chuckled. He caressed the baby’s head, then my cheek, and I met his soft gaze.
“You’re amazing, Leo.”
I felt pretty amazing.