42. Gabriella
42
Gabriella
July
T he feeling of something wet between my legs pulls me from my deep slumber. I sit up quickly, my heart pounding in my chest, afraid I’ll find blood or amniotic fluid. But it’s neither of those.It’s hard to see past my enormous belly, but I'm able to make out a dark head. “Dimitri?”
He raises his head. There's a wicked gleam in his ice-blue eyes and an even more dangerous grin on his lips. Lips that are wet with my juices. I watch his tongue dart out to clean them. He moans afterward at the taste and I shudder at the sight.
“Who else would dare be in between my wife’s thighs?” He challenges.
“My doctor was there last week,” I tease.
“Your doctor is also a woman.”
“Well, you didn’t specify gender, dear.”
He turns his head and nips at the inside of my thigh. “No man will ever see this gorgeous pussy of yours.”
I lean back with a sigh, stretching my arms high above my head. “Good to know that women are an option, then.”
Dimitri nips at my other thigh, before his mouth returns to my apparently gorgeous pussy. Not sure how that’s possible, given I haven’t been to wax in nearly a month. He runs his tongue the length of me before closing in on my tender and very sensitive bundle of nerves. He teases my clit, rolling it between his tongue and nibbling just hard enough to make me jolt from the pain before he soothes it with gentle kisses.
My belly makes it near impossible to touch him, let alone see him from this angle. So I surrender to the heightened feel of him devouring me with each swipe of his tongue, each touch of his hand. It’s a wonderful way to wake up.
“I can’t believe my children are going to come out of here soon,” he muses in between kisses. “And once they’re born, I’m going to fill you with more.”
I huff out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not? You look gorgeous pregnant.” He inserts one finger. “So full.” He inserts another. “So perfect.” He inserts a third, and the stretch is a sweet burn aching for release. “Nourishing our children.” He presses up, keeping his hand where it is, and places a kiss on top of my belly. “Keeping them safe and warm.” He kisses between my breasts and releases this gutteral sound that's like something between a groan and growl. “And these breasts. They're perfect.” He pulls my tank down and descends on one of my breasts. They’ve recently grown more tender as they’ve begun swelling with milk to prepare for delivery. He sucks firmly, hard enough to trigger my milk to come out. It's an odd sensation and is so strange but also wonderful. When he looks at me, there’s a milky white residue covering his lips. “And my favorite.”
I run my hands through his hair and cup his face, drawing him close for a kiss. The taste of my breast milk lingers on his tongue. It has a sweet flavor, almost like almond milk but with a hint of saltiness. I can’t say it’s my favorite taste in the world, but it makes me feel powerful, knowing my body produced it to feed our children.
“I want to try something.”
“What’s that?” Curious about where his mind is going.
"Trust me?" He asks.
"Always."
Dimitri leans back down and sucks hard on one breast. I feel milk flow into his mouth but he doesn't swallow. Instead, he pops off my nipple and then scoots down between my legs and opens his mouth. Warm breast milk falls, coating my entire pussy in the precious liquid. Before I can say anything, he climbs back over me and shifts his hips. I feel him notch his tip at my entrance before he slowly presses, one perfect inch at a time. Holding on to his shoulders, I give in to the feeling of him filling me when he buries his entire cock inside me.
"Lubricant?" I snort. "Really? We don't need any." We never do. All it takes is one wink from him, or a subtle touch along the back of my neck, or the way he caresses the back of my hand when he's driving and I’m soaking wet, eager for his touch.
There's a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I know. Your pussy is a greedy little thing. Always soaking wet for me." He rocks against me slowly and it makes me feel somehow more full and riding the edge, ready to fall. "I wish you could see what I see. Such a good fucking girl, taking every inch of me. So perfect,” Dimitri praises. “You doing okay, angel?”
“Mhmm.” I press up and capture his lips in a kiss, giving his bottom a small nip at the end. “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”
His chest vibrates with a growl before he unleashes himself. He slams his hips into me and angles himself in a way that has him brushing against my clit with every thrust. The pregnancy has made me so sensitive that my pussy tightens in no time. “Yes, that’s it,” he pants, driving harder. “Come for me.”
I cry out, every muscle in my body seizing as I come hard and fast. Dimitri keeps his pace steady, riding out my orgasm with me when he slows and then eases out of me. He taps the side of my hip. “On your knees, angel.”
I eagerly do as he says, taking a pillow with me, before I place it under my belly for support.
“Perfect,” he admires, running a hand down my back. “What a fucking view.” He playfully smacks my ass, and then he’s sinking back inside me, all in one fluid movement. I moan when he fills me to the hilt. “That’s it, angel. Right here. Deep and tight.” He buries one hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and grips my hip with the other before leaning forward to ask in my ear, “You ready?”
I nod, unable to speak or do more than simply breathe in this position. It’s become a favorite of ours as I grew larger. Because at this angle, Dimitri can go deeper without my massive belly in the way.
“Kiss me, angel,” he demands. I turn my face to him and our lips meet in a consuming kiss that leaves me breathless. He pulls away and smacks my ass one more time before he slams into me with such force and speed that all I can do is hang on for the ride. Each thrust pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm, and I chase it. I need it.
“Come with me, angel.” He groans and swells inside me. His movements grow uneven and jerk-like. “I want to fill this pussy with so much cum, it’s dripping down your thighs when you walk across that stage.” He releases his hold on my head and slides his hand around the front to rub my clit. That’s all it takes. One, two, three swipes and I shatter. Dimitri follows quickly behind, thrusting one last time so deep that I feel him everywhere.
After a few seconds, he pulls out and rolls over, being careful to keep his weight off me. I follow, turning on to my side to rest my belly against his hip. It helps relieve the pressure off my back. With my head resting on his chest, my eyes snag on the fresh scar along his side. It’s small and pink and slightly raised still. It’s a constant visible reminder of how far we’ve come since then, since the night I almost lost him. He hasn't had to be on oxygen for a months now, but he'll always suffer from lingering consequences. Like his workout induced asthma. I try to cover up my sniffle, but he hears it.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m just thinking.” Pregnancy hormones are no joke. It’s a miracle I’m not already a crying mess given that today I graduate as a Nurse Practitioner. A day I’ve been waiting on for what seems like forever.
“About what?”
“Today.”
“Mhmm.” He raises a hand to play with my hair before kissing my forehead. “I love you, angel.”
My eyes water, and when the first tear hits his naked skin, he shifts to sit up and pulls me with him. His thumbs wipe at my eyes, his blue gaze intense with concern. “What is it really? And don’t you dare say nothing.”
I snort softly. He knows me too well. “I saw the scar, and it just reminded me of how I could have lost you that night at the cabin.”
“You have me, angel.” He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. “Always.” His kiss is soft, a gentle caressing of our lips that doesn't ask or push for more. He knows exactly what I need and how much of it.
Softly exhaling, I whisper against his mouth, “I love you,” my words barely audible.
I’ve been having small contractions since the ceremony began. At first, I wrote them off as Braxton-Hicks, but they’ve gradually grown worse, and now radiate across my entire lower back and belly. But I’m not about to tell anyone. Not when I’m standing in line ready to be called up on stage. If I do, they’ll pull me from the line, and I’m determined to walk across that stage. I’ve earned it. I’ve spent years giving blood, sweat, and tears for this one moment. And until my water breaks or the contractions get closer, I’m crossing that damn stage.
“You okay?” a student behind me asks. “You look a little pale.”
“I’m good. Just nervous.”
I grip the railing of the staircase when the line moves forward. Only a few more names. I can do this. I have to do this.
“Gabriella DiAngelo,” the announcer calls my name. I take a deep inhale, square my shoulders, and force one foot in front of the other to cross the stage.
The dean of the medical school shakes my hand and hands me my diploma with the other. “Congratulations.” I shake a few more hands, their names and faces one big blur, and barely making it to the stairs on the other side before another contraction hits.
Dimitri suddenly appears at the bottom and the sight of him is like an epidural. He sweeps me into his arms, like I weigh nothing, and not the equality of a small horse. “What’s wrong?” he asks as we approach the exit.
“Contractions.” I groan.
“Are you kidding me? For how long?”
“Since the ceremony began.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Before I can lie, he scoffs and answers himself. “Because you wanted to walk across that damn stage.”
The pain drives my attitude, and I snap, “Yes, and I’m glad I did.”
He flashes me a warning look that says if I wasn’t about to deliver our babies, I’d be naked and on my knees. The thought sends a shiver down my back where another contraction threatens. I bury my face in his neck when it hits. “Breathe, angel, breathe,” he says like a mantra, and I force myself to take a deep inhale. His unique scent envelops me like a soothing balm, providing comfort, as I work through the remaining bit of the contraction.
I don't remember getting into the car because the pain is so intense. It's like there’s a hot knife in my back. All I want to do is close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing. Dimitri sits in the back with me, keeping me cradled to his chest as Enzo drives like a madman on a mission to the hospital.
“My family?” I whimper when a contraction eases enough for me to talk.
Dimitri kisses the crown of my head. “They’re meeting us at the hospital.”
“I want my mom,” I cry.
“I know, angel,” Dimitri says before he pushes his fist into my lower back. The pressure draws a low moan from my mouth at the immediate relief it provides. “She’ll be there. How close are we, Enzo?”
“Next light,” he answers.
When the car finally stops, the door opens to my mother’s concerned face, and I reach out for her. She keeps hold of my hand even as Dimitri and Enzo help me out of the car. Dad’s returning with a wheelchair when a contraction unlike the others slams into me with an excruciating pain that brings me to my knees. I feel a gush of fluid between my legs and peer down to see blood staining my dress and dripping down my thighs. Panic seizes me as my worst fear threatens to come true.
“What’s wrong?” I hear Dimitri yell. “What’s happening to my wife and babies?”
A cacophony of overlapping voices engulfs me, drowning out any sense of clarity. I feel adrift in the chaos and reach out instinctively for Dimitri’s reassuring touch. “Dimitri…I need Dimitri…”
“I’m right here,” Dimitri’s voice cuts through the noise and then he’s there, holding my hand and touching my face. I don’t realize how cold I am until I feel the warmth of his touch. “Angel, the babies. Something’s wrong. And they have to operate right away. But I’m right here,” he repeats. “I’m not going anywhere.”
A mask falls over my nose and mouth, but I push it away, needing to tell Dimitri one more thing. I fight through the haze to find his beautiful eyes…eyes that are usually so strong but are now full of pain and fear. “Save them. If it comes down to me or them. You save them.”
The mask returns before he can argue back something stupid like no. Strong hands push my head straight and I stare up into a blinding light before darkness engulfs me completely.