Chapter 25 #2
“Gladly.” He tosses his phone to the side, warms more coconut oil in his hands, and slides them up my legs.
Carefully, he helps me lift my left knee on the mattress.
He palms my ass and gently spreads my cheeks, then waits until I take a deep breath and give him a nod to proceed.
Pressing his face flush between my thighs, he groans when he slips his tongue inside my pussy, making me shiver with pleasure.
“Forest, baby, yes. You’re so good to me, too.”
We’ve had to experiment with different positions, since I can no longer ride his face.
I nearly suffocated him last time, my energy quickly depleted after only a few bounces.
This position is definitely the winner since I don’t have to do much more than keep my balance, letting him do all the work as he sucks and nips and thrusts his tongue in and out.
The buzz of the toy when he turns it on drives my anticipation higher, and I press my ass back into his face.
I huff and whine each time he lightly presses the toy to my clit, then pulls it away too soon, edging me.
“Please, baby. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I say, grinding on him.
Forest hums, then nestles the tip of the toy directly against my clit.
The sounds I make are unintelligible as Forest spares no time in delivering me to the cliff edge of my orgasm.
I’m keening now, my right leg close to giving out the longer it takes, begging him for more.
But even when he clicks the button to turn the vibrations up and up until he reaches the max level, I can’t quite reach the pinnacle.
Frustrated, I drop my head forward and slap the bed.
Forest takes a gasping breath when he shifts back.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do it,” I say, close to crying with sexual frustration.
“I’ve got you, Mama,” he says when he stands, grips my hips, then spears me with his cock, making me cry out. It’s exactly what I need.
Slipping his arms under mine, he hauls me up and hands me the vibrator. He cups my large breasts, tweaking my nipples as he fucks in and out of me with long and slow strokes.
“There we go,” I say, pushing the vibrator between my pussy lips. I languidly rock it side to side over my clit while I rest my head back on his chest with a breathy moan.
“You’re almost there, now,” he says, his voice gravelly and thick.
“Yes,” I breathe out, reaching up and behind me to circle his neck with my left hand.
He slides his hands down from my breasts to my lower belly, lifting it slightly to take the weight of my baby bump off my back.
My god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better.
With so many different sensations taking place all at once, it’s only a few minutes more until the heat at my core expands and snaps, and I gush my orgasm.
Nuzzling his face in my hair, Forest takes a ragged breath, moaning my name, before he suddenly wrenches his cock out of me to cum on my lower back. In all the time we’ve been together, he’s never pulled out. Not even the few times we were doing a terrible acting job of preventing a pregnancy.
“Why did you do that?” I ask in a harsh, accusatory voice. Asshole.
Helping me waddle into the en suite to get cleaned up, he says, “Believe me, I didn’t want to, but you’ll thank me later.”
It’s not often I pout sincerely, but I sure do now. “For what?”
He helps me into the shower after heating the water. “For not filling you up right before the nurses and docs check to see how far along you are in labor.”
“I’m not in labor.”
He smirks as he lathers shampoo in my hair. “If not now, you’re about to be, after all that nipple stimulation and an orgasm.”
Oh. Right. I’d forgotten that helpful tip the doc gave me at my last appointment to spark my labor naturally.
“Though, of course, I’ll be happy to try again if you’re not,” he says with a wink.
“I bet you are,” I say, sliding my hands up his lean chest, lovingly gazing at my wonderful, thoughtful, incredibly handsome fiancé. I can’t wait to marry and spend the rest of my life with him.
“I can’t believe I ever wanted to experience this…
this…absolute bullshit! What was I thinking, letting you do this to me?
You’re such an asshole!” I yell at Forest in the wee hours of the next morning, having only gotten about three hours of sleep before I woke with intense contractions.
I snatch my hand from his when I slump back on the hospital bed.
“I’m taking the kids and moving back home, and you’re never getting within ten feet of me again. We’re done. Done, done, done!”
Taking no offense, Forest brings a cup with a straw to my chapped lips. “Breathe, angel, and have some water.”
“Fuck you and your water!” I shout, though I take a grateful swallow.
“Here comes another one. Time to push,” Dr. Bautista says from between my legs.
After pushing for nearly two straight hours, sweat slicking my forehead, it’s getting harder to tell where one contraction ends and the next begins. Shayla jinxed me, and the fucking epidural failed, so I feel every bit of the fire blazing in my body as it stretches past its limits.
My chest rattles when I heave for breath.
When, yet again, I don’t get any closer to delivering my daughter, I plead with Dr. Bautista, “Just pull her out!” I narrow my eyes at Forest, whom I never, ever, ever want to see again.
“Tell them to get her out right now, or I’m leaving.
” I even attempt to roll to the side, but Shayla—who I’m going to cut as soon as I get out of here—hangs tight to my left leg while Mom keeps a hold of my right.
“Just a few more pushes, then she’ll be out,” Forest says softly from my left side, echoing the doctor, exchanging the cup of water for a wet washcloth that he pats along my forehead.
I growl, “Swear to god, if any of you say that to me one more time, I’m going to fucking lose it!”
“You done lost it about five hours ago,” Bailey says with a snort from my right side.
“Be nice to your sister,” Mom chides.
“Yeah, shut up, Bailey,” I say.
Mom’s mouth tightens, but she’s not about to chastise me during my own freaking labor.
“Never have, never will, sis. Get used to it,” Bailey says with a grin.
“Ugh!” I have no good retort, nor would I even be able to give one when the doctor flicks her eyes to my monitor and tells me, “If we don’t get her out within the next few minutes, we’ll need to prep you for a C-section.”
I bear down and push so hard with my next contraction that Forest flips out at the apparently popped blood vessels in my eyes. “Are they supposed to do that? Is it permanent? Oh god, they look like they’re going to pop out!” he shouts, clutching my hand so tight that my bones grind together.
The nurse tries to reassure Forest that it’s a generally harmless, common occurrence when straining so hard and that it isn’t permanent, but it doesn’t seem to be getting through his head. His fear is the only thing that takes the edge off my anger.
“How the fuck did you do this so many times?” I ask Shayla. “Are you crazy?!”
“Yup,” Bailey answers without hesitation. “She’s certifiably nuts.”
Mom rolls her eyes. She’s just as crazy for doing this four times.
“Come on, angel, you can do it,” Forest croaks.
Josephine had helped me style my hair in a braid before we left her and the boys at Eden and Martin’s house.
With trembling fingers, my ex-fiancé pushes the stray strands that have worked themselves loose back from my face.
“One or two more pushes, that’s it, and then we’ll get to meet our baby girl. ”
I want that more than anything I’ve ever wanted before, so with him helping me curl forward, since I no longer have the strength to do so on my own, I bear down again, even harder than before. I scream my throat raw when my body splits in two, and our baby’s head is born.
Forest leans over to take a closer peek between my legs. “You did it, angel! She’s so beautiful and bald as a badger’s backside,” he says excitedly with a laugh. “One more push!”
I curl my upper lip and rasp, “That’s a dickish thing to say about your own daughter, asshole!”
Forest winces. “You know what I mean. One more, and you’ll be done.”
Bailey helps him support my back with the next contraction, and I let out the world’s greatest sigh of relief when our daughter is finally out.
When I collapse backward, Forest lies halfway across the bed to cup my face and kiss me all over. “You did it, angel! I knew you could. I love you so much. So dang much.”
Finding just enough strength to lift my limp arms and cup his face, I pale at the awful things I said to him. “I love you, I love you! I’m so sorry I broke off our engagement!”
“When did you do that?” he asks, taken aback.
“Like an hour ago, but we’re back together now. Just don’t ever piss me off like this again, okay?”
Forest laughs. “I won’t, believe me. I’d be just as pissed and scared as you if we switched places.”
“That’s the only way I’d ever agree to have more, and we’d have to win the lottery and hire ten nannies.” My family laughs, though I’m not joking. Seriously, fuck this.
He kisses me again after helping me to more water, only moving away when the nurse nudges him aside to place our daughter, Madelyn, on my chest. An hour later, absolutely enamored by our bald-headed beauty, who was worth every second of misery and pain I experienced over the past nine months, I tell Forest, “I’m not taking any chances.
You’re getting a vasectomy before we leave this hospital.
” I look every single person in the room in the eye.
“And to anyone who thinks I’ve changed my mind about the tubal—nope!
” I tell Dr. Bautista, “Fry ‘em and yank ‘em out of me, doc. I’m done.”