Chapter 21
THE FIGHT OF MY LIFE
DELILAH
I let Ivy drag me by the hand through the house, waddling behind her all the way to our bedroom.
It’s amazing that I still have more than eight weeks to go before Little Bean pops out of me because I already feel stuffed to the brim.
I’m not sure there’s anymore room for either of us in this body.
In fact, I made Dr. Feld check three times to make sure there wasn’t another Baby Bean hiding behind this one on the ultrasound.
She assured me there’s not, but I remain unconvinced.
Once in our room, Ivy swings me around until I’m seated on the edge of the bed and immediately starts digging around for the bag of magical wonders. I plant my palms on my thighs and try to take a few deep breaths, already winded from the exertion of just moving around the house.
“Are you okay?” Ivy asks when she turns and finds me still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah,” I pant. “I’m just still getting used to having this bowling ball strapped to me all the time. I hope you don’t mind if I play passenger princess today. I don’t think I can manage to move around and get you off without breaking a sweat.”
She drops to one knee in front of me and puts her cold hands on top of mine.
“Lilah baby. You know I love it when you lie back and let me handle you. You worry about getting comfortable and having orgasms. I’ll worry about giving orgasms. Now, take these off for me, and we can decide where we want to start.”
Ivy tugs at the waistband of my lycra skort and suddenly I feel super uncomfortable in my skin.
I’m hyper aware of the stretch marks striating across my belly and the way my breasts hang lower from the increased weight of them.
Even my nipples are different. Darker, larger, ready to serve as udders for the next few months instead of being my own.
“Lilah,” Ivy whispers, her hand coming up to cup my cheek.
“Sorry, I’m just having a moment, I guess.
I’m suddenly so aware of how different my body looks and I feel weird about it.
The last time I was pregnant, I felt so sexy and feminine.
Maybe it’s the whole geriatric thing, but right now I feel like a barn animal waiting to give birth in a field.
Would it be okay if I kept my shirt on? Or maybe threw on a dress or something?
I’m so horny but I can’t think when I feel like this. ”
“Lilah, are you going to make me get all witchy on you? You are a goddess, honey. You are creating life with your body. You have a portal between your legs that links the earthly world with the other side. What in the universe could possibly be sexier than that? You are majestic and gorgeous, and I love every inch of your body. If I can’t have you naked then I don’t want to do this.
I want to see all of you. I want you to give every part of yourself to me, and I want you to take all the parts of me in return. ”
Ivy trails her lips over the tops of my thighs, peppering kisses along my legs as she talks.
Her lips skim over my belly, her words devolving from beautiful prose to murmured praises like ‘beautiful’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘delicious’, and ‘everything’.
Slowly, I raise my arms over my head and allow her to pull my t-shirt and bra off in one motion, completely lost in the bliss of her mouth on my skin.
Somewhere between nipping at my breasts and sucking on the hollow of my throat, Ivy manages to push all my negative thoughts out of my brain, leaving only enough room for the slow build of pleasure starting in my core.
I lie back and Ivy climbs over me, sucking at my bottom lip while sinking one hand into my hair and loosening my ponytail.
I lift my hips and she pulls at my shorts with her free hand.
She yanks and I kick until I’m bare underneath her, fully naked and fully feeling like all those beautiful words she whispers to me.
My hands find her breasts, braless under her thin white tank top and I begin to knead, loving the way the small swells fit in the palms of my hands.
I run my thumbs over the barbells in her nipples, and Ivy groans, capturing my mouth with hers and plundering me with her tongue.
She’s hot and delicious, like cinnamon and something so uniquely Ivy that I couldn’t name it if I tried.
She sits up and pulls the tank top over her head, showing off her slim, tattooed figure and the gorgeous tits I could spend hours worshiping and writing poetry about.
“Are you ready to play, Lilah baby?” She purrs, her fingertips dancing down my sides. I nod, and a playful grin takes over her face. “Would you like to take a look in my toy bag and pick something? Or do you want me to decide?”
I bite my bottom lip, worrying the flesh as I think about her question. The truth is, I don’t know what half the stuff in that bag even does, let alone where to begin with it. Ivy must sense my hesitation, because she just winks as she dismounts to grab the bag.
“Dealer’s choice it is.”
Ivy reaches past my head and grabs a pillow, then taps my hip until I lift for her.
She slides it under my lower back, giving me immediate relief from the weight of Little Bean on my spine.
Then she’s gone, crossing the room to grab the toy bag and something else from her open top drawer before shutting herself in the bathroom.
I prop myself up on my elbows and stare at the door until she emerges, and my jaw drops to my chest. Standing in the doorway of the ensuite bathroom, glowing in the early afternoon sun peeking through the window, Ivy has donned a black, lacy cropped bustier that has her small breasts testing the confines of the cups, pushing them up.
The intricate lace is held up with boning that frames her figure and tapers her waist. The raw edge stops just at the top of her belly button, leaving a delicious expanse of creamy skin and intricate tattoos on display for my viewing pleasure.
And on the bottom, it’s not a pair of matching lace panties that has my tongue lolling out of my mouth like a cartoon character.
No, it's the harness I found the first time I unzipped her pouch of wonders. The straps cut across her hips and upper thighs, and covering her mound is a vee of black fabric with an obvious circle in the middle. In Ivy’s hand, a moderately long, perfectly thick silicone dildo gleams like found treasure, its light blue color taking away from its otherwise intimidating size.
I’ve never seen a strap-on in real life, but if I had to guess, Ivy is going to be affixing the end of that dildo into the circle and fucking me with it.
“Can you put that thing on? I want to see it.”
Ivy chuckles at my enthusiasm and takes a few steps towards the bed, dragging the dildo down over her breasts as she saunters towards me.
“I had a feeling you might like this. You want to see me wearing my cock, Lilah baby? Want me to fuck you with it?”
I’m too mesmerized to answer, panting as she kneels on the bed and nudges my thighs open with her knee.
“I will, I promise. But first,” she uncurls her other hand, revealing a matching sky-blue bullet vibrator, no bigger than my thumb. “I have to get you ready.”
Tossing the larger toy to the mattress next to me, Ivy wastes no time getting her lips back on my skin.
Surprisingly, she starts with my toes and, even more surprisingly, I’m totally into it.
I lay back when she lifts my foot to her mouth, tickling the inside arch with the tip of her tongue before running it over each one of my toes.
She wraps her lips around my big toe and sucks gently, staring me down with lust sparkling in her opal eyes.
With the click of a button, the bullet begins to buzz, and she runs the tip over my ankle, down my calf, across the inside of my knee while taking turns lavishing my toes with her tongue.
My pale pink nail polish contrasts against the kiss-swollen red of Ivy’s lips, making a scene I never thought I’d love so much all the more erotic.
The vibrations from the bullet send shivers up and down my spine, heat blooming in my hips as I buck them, desperate to get that delicious buzz closer to where I so desperately need it.
She inches the toy up my inner thigh and just when I think she’s going to press it to my clit, Ivy drops my leg and picks up the other one, giving that side the same slow, teasing treatment.
By the time the vibrator finds its way up my inner thigh once again, I’m a bumbling mess.
I moan and arch, begging incoherently for relief from this exquisite torture.
When Ivy pulls the vibrator from my skin and holds it up between us, I don’t know whether to gasp in relief or cry because she hasn’t moved it further up yet.
“God, Lilah, look at this. Look at you. What a pretty mess you’re making for me, honey.”
The tip of the vibrator is glistening, coated in wetness as it lightly buzzes even though it hasn’t yet touched my pussy. She’s got me so hot and bothered that I’m leaking down my thighs, the evidence of my desperation coating the toy.
“Vee,” I moan, babbling and squirming. I try to press my thighs together, but Ivy is between them, blocking me from getting the friction I need. “Vee, please. I need...I can’t…”
“You need to come, honey? Why didn’t you say so?”
My back lifts off the bed as Ivy leans over me, propping herself up on one elbow while finally pressing the buzzing head of the vibrator right on top of my clit.
I scream out a curse as she increases the speed, applying perfect pressure right where I need it and letting the vibrator do it’s job.
Her lips drop to my neck and she licks and sucks as I moan, writhing and chasing the orgasm building inside me.