Chapter Three Babymoon #2
Turning, she heads back into the bedroom, holding her belly, her steps slow.
She’s clearly in some amount of pain, so I jump into action and turn the water on.
After a quick look into the bathroom’s linen closet, I find several bottles of bath oils, bubbles, and salts.
I grab some lavender and vanilla scented ones and pour generous amounts into the tub.
Soon, the bathroom air is thick with steam and soothing scents.
When the tub is about halfway full, I make my way into the bedroom to get Stacey.
“Your bath’s about ready…” I freeze in place and my words die on my tongue when I spot her standing by the bed, naked.
Fuck me. My body reacts immediately, my dick hardening as my eyes take in her swollen breasts and belly. She looks so soft and luscious, and the sight of her naked and pregnant always stirs some deep, primal urge in me.
She catches me staring at her and gives me a sultry smile. “See something you like?”
“You know I fucking do,” I growl, stalking toward her. I cup her heavy breasts and flick her nipples with my thumbs. She hisses out a breath, which makes me smirk. “I love how much more sensitive you’ve gotten.”
I keep playing with her tits, squeezing them and tugging her pink nipples, until she’s moaning softly.
“Owen… the bath…”
Fuck, I almost forgot.
“Hold on.” Reaching for my bag, I dig out a small box I brought along and tuck it in my pocket.
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
I take her hand and lead her back to the bathroom. The tub is full enough now, so I turn the water off and help her climb into it. She sinks beneath the bubbles and closes her eyes with a sigh of relief.
“Oh God, that feels good.” She opens her eyes just as I’m yanking off my shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you.” I make quick work of my pants, shoving them off and revealing my stiff cock. “I’m going to help you relax.”
Her gaze goes wide, and she licks her lips eagerly. “Owen, the others might hear—”
“These walls are thick. Sound doesn’t go through wood like it does drywall.” I smile. “And Jensen said we’d have privacy.” I slip into the bath behind her. Shit, she’s right. It feels amazing. “Besides, we’ve got an hour to kill. Just sit back and let me take care of you.”
She hesitates a moment before sinking back against my chest. My cock nestles between her ass cheeks and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grinding against her. I need to make her cum first. Need to make her feel good.
“That’s my girl.”
Grabbing a washcloth folded on the edge of the tub, I soak it in the water and slowly start to run it over her chest. She whimpers when I brush it over her nipples.
“Owen,” she sighs, dropping her head back against my shoulder.
“That feels good, baby?”
She nods. “Mmmhmmm. Really good.”
I take my time washing her, squeezing water from the cloth to run between the valley of her breasts and watch as it slides along the curve of her belly.
She starts to squirm against me, her ass rubbing along my cock, but I grit my teeth and keep going at my slow, steady pace.
I wash down her arms and wipe the cloth along her fingers, one at a time.
Then, I move to her belly, taking care not to put too much pressure on her even as I marvel at the fact that my baby is inside her.
“Oh, lower,” she moans.
“Not yet.” I nuzzle her ear, letting the washcloth drop into the water.
“What?” She turns her head to look up at me with a furrowed brow. “Why not?”
Grinning, I reply, “Sit up a bit.”
She still looks confused, but she obeys. Taking hold of her shoulders, I begin to massage her, pressing my fingers into her tight muscles, working into her knots.
“Oh, fuck.” She shudders, her breath leaving her in a rush. “That’s so good. Have you been studying my pressure point charts again?”
“I figured I could put the information to good use.” I work my way down her back along her spine.
I know her lower back has been killing her lately, so I make sure to spend plenty of time there, using my knuckles to dig in a little deeper.
She moans in delight and my cock twitches in the water at the sound.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold out…
I’m hanging onto my control by a thread.
“Okay, I’m going to stand up, and I want you to lean back against the tub.”
She groans in protest when I take my hands off her, but she does as she’s told and rests against the tub wall. I move around to her front and kneel in the water in front of her.
“What are you doing now?” she asks, sounding breathless.
“Continuing your massage.” Holding her gaze, I reach out the side of the tub to grab my pants and pull the little box out I’d snagged from my bag. “I just need a little something to help me out.”
Opening the box, I reveal the small pink bullet vibrator.
Stacey’s eyes go wide with anticipation.
I press the button at the end of the toy and it starts to vibrate. Slowly, I lower it into the water, then move between her legs, which she lets fall wide open.
When the toy touches her pussy, she lets out a short cry and her body jerks, splashing water over the side of the tub.
“You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?” I give a low chuckle. “I think I might have to keep you consistently pregnant so I can get these reactions out of you. How’s that sound? What if I just breed you over and over again?”
“Kinky asshole,” she gasps, a blush breaking out along her cheeks and going all the way down to her chest. “You want me to give birth to a whole hockey team?”
“Why not?” I press the bullet to her clit, and she yelps. “Admit it. You love it when I pump my cum deep inside you so you’re dripping. I’ll just keep you filled from now on so there’s always a chance of knocking you up.”
She throws her head back and moans loudly, her tits heaving. “That’s so filthy… but so hot…”
“That’s my good, dirty girl,” I growl, fisting my cock with my free hand. “I love how fucking turned on you get with me. You’re so damn sexy.”
“God, Owen, please!”
“Play with your tits.” I run the bullet up and down her folds as I stroke my dick at the same time. “Tug on those hard nipples for me. See if you can milk them.”
Her hands fly up to cup her breasts, and she squeezes them, massaging them and pinching the pink tips. The sight is so fucking hot, I can feel my release building. I’m going to cum, and I’m going to cum hard, but not before her.
I press the bullet against her clit again, and she shrieks, her body jerking and seizing.
“I’m cumming! Owen!”
Watching her fall apart is the last push I need, and I go toppling over the edge, my hand pumping my cock hard. Cum explodes from the tip, spraying over Stacey’s belly.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, letting my dick go and sinking back into the water, resting against the tub opposite her. We both take a moment to catch our breath. “You okay, baby?”
She gives me a satisfied little smile and nods. “I’m fantastic. That was… Jesus, Owen. That was hot as hell.”
I feel a swell of male pride and stand up, offering her my hand.
“Let’s hop in the shower and rinse off.”
I help her to her feet, and she clings to me as she climbs out of the tub. After turning the water on in the spacious shower, we both get in, and I rinse my cum off her, then wash her hair.
Afterward, I help her dry off with a towel and blow-dry her hair before getting her dressed in a sweatshirt and maternity stretch pants to wear to the spa.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She plants a lingering kiss on my cheek. “That bath was exactly what I needed. I feel so refreshed and energized. I love you so much.”
Pulling back, she gives me a wink, and I chuckle.
“I love you too. So fucking much. Glad I could be of service. Come on, let’s get you to the living room. Don’t want to keep the girls waiting, do we?”
I clasp her hand in mine, squeezing it before I lead her out of our room to rejoin our friends down the hall.