Chapter Sixteen #2
His oil-slicked hands smooth up the insides of my thighs, warm and firm, the pressure just right against the aching muscles there.
But they bypass my hips entirely, sliding inward to find the sensitive area around my hole, and I tense as his fingers press against the outside of my rim, applying steady, warm pressure to the puffy, tender flesh around my entrance that’s been sore and swollen for weeks from the baby’s weight bearing down on it from the inside.
“If this is just another excuse to be kinky,” I warn him, propping myself up on my elbows as much as my belly will allow, “I’m going to kick you in the face. Pregnant or not.”
“Shh.” He doesn’t even look up, his focus on his hands as he starts working the oil into the skin of my taint with slow, firm strokes.
“The research specifically states that massaging the perineal area in the weeks leading up to birth helps the muscles relax and stretch more easily during delivery. It’s called perineal massage and it’s a legitimate medical recommendation.
” His thumbs circle the flesh around my rim, pressing and kneading confidently enough to tell me he’s watched at least four tutorial videos on this. “I can show you the article later.”
I open my mouth to argue, but then his thumbs press into a spot just below my hole where the tension has been building for weeks, a deep knot of compressed muscle that’s been taking the brunt of the baby’s weight, and the moan that comes out of me is so loud and so involuntary that I don’t even try to pretend it was anything else.
The relief is staggering. Like he found a release valve on pressure that’s been building with no outlet, weeks of internal compression suddenly easing under the steady working of his hands.
My elbows give out and I drop back against the pillows, my eyes fluttering shut.
Hyunwoo keeps going, his thumbs tracing slow circles around my hole, his fingers kneading the taut flesh on either side, the warm oil making everything slick and smooth as he works outward along my perineum and then back in.
The ache in my lower body starts to unwind under his hands, the tension in my pelvic floor loosening gradually as the muscles soften and release, and I can feel slick starting to leak from my hole in response to the stimulation, mixing with the oil on his fingers.
When his fingers slip inside, one first and then two, slick with oil and my own wetness, I jerk slightly, my eyes opening.
But he doesn’t pause, keeping his movements slow and careful, working inward with the same technique, pressing against my inner walls, kneading the tense muscle from the inside, stretching gently.
My breathing stutters as the internal massage impacts differently than the external, deeper and more intimate, the sensation radiating through my pelvis and loosening things I didn’t even realize were clenched, muscles I’ve been unconsciously holding tight for weeks finally letting go.
Then his fingers find my prostate, swollen and sitting lower than usual with the baby’s weight pushing everything down, and he massages it with firm, circular pressure.
Instead of the quick, targeted stimulation he usually uses to make me come fast, it’s a slow, thorough working of the gland that builds pleasure in a deep, rolling wave rather than a sharp spike, each circle of his fingertips sending warmth spreading through my pelvis and up into my belly.
I come with a low, shuddering moan, my cock barely twitching, the orgasm originating entirely from inside, my hole clenching in slow pulses around Hyunwoo’s fingers as pleasure washes through my exhausted body like warm water filling a bath.
It’s not explosive or sharp. It’s deep and spreading and it leaves every muscle in my lower half feeling like it’s been wrung out and set down gently.
I lie there afterward, heaving, dazed, blinking at the ceiling while my body hums with the afterglow.
I’m still floating in it when I hear the rustle of fabric and feel the mattress shift as Hyunwoo climbs up, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing his pants down.
His hands find me again, gentle as they shift me, mindful of my belly as he rearranges us both.
He sits back against the headboard and hooks his arms under my thighs from behind, pulling me into his lap with my back against his chest, my legs spread wide over his, my slick hole hovering directly above his cock where I can feel the heat of it against my skin.
I make a sound of complaint at being manhandled but it comes out weak and half-hearted because I’m still boneless from the orgasm and his chest is warm against my back and his scent is everywhere.
He lowers me down slowly, and I make an involuntary sound, a tight “nngh” through my teeth, as my hole spreads around the head of his cock and gravity does the rest, sinking me down inch by inch.
“It’s too tight,” I gasp, my hands gripping his forearms where they’re wrapped around my thighs.
“There’s no room in there anymore.” And there isn’t.
The baby takes up so much space inside me that Hyunwoo’s cock feels impossibly large, pressing against walls that are already compressed, the fit so snug my eyes water and my breath catches in my throat.
“Hush,” Hyunwoo murmurs against my ear, his voice steady even though I can feel his breathing has gone harsh against my back, his cock twitching inside me. “This will help loosen you up. Keep your channel open and ready for when the time comes.”
He does all the work. His hands grip my hips and lift me with controlled strength, then lower me back down, setting a slow, deep rhythm that lets my body adjust to each stroke.
The position means his cock hits deep on every downstroke, pressing against my front wall, the angle sending sparks through nerves that are already sensitized from the massage and the orgasm and the pregnancy hormones that have turned my entire body into one giant erogenous zone.
His hands come up to my chest, cupping my breasts, and I hiss as his palms close around the heavy, tender flesh.
They’re warm and oil-slicked and he handles them with the same slow thoroughness he used on my perineum, kneading gently, his thumbs circling my enlarged nipples, making my toes curl and my hole clench around him.
Then he leans around, craning his neck, and takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasp sharply, my back arching against his chest. My nipples are connected to nerve pathways that seem to run straight to my core at this stage, each pull of Hyunwoo’s mouth sending jolts of sensation down through my belly and into my groin like a live wire.
He sucks hard, his tongue laving over the swollen bud, flicking across the tip, and then draws on it with a suction that pulls at something deep and primal inside me, something that makes my womb clench and my cock twitch and my vision blur.
I come with a cry, my hole clenching hard around Hyunwoo’s cock, my body shuddering through an orgasm that rolls through me from the inside out, starting where his cock is buried deep and radiating outward through my pelvis and up through my chest where his mouth is still working my nipple.
Hyunwoo groans against my chest, the vibration tingling across my oversensitized skin, and his knot begins to swell.
I whimper as it expands at the base, stretching my rim wider and wider until it locks inside with a pressure that makes my compressed inner walls ache, the knot pressing against everything that’s already tight and full.
He comes with a groan that I feel more than hear, spilling inside me in thick, warm pulses that fill the already-tight space and make my lower belly cramp as my body tries to accommodate the volume alongside the baby.
I sit knotted in Hyunwoo’s lap, my head tipped back against his shoulder, panting at the ceiling. His arms are wrapped loosely around me, one hand resting on the curve of my belly, and I can feel his heartbeat against my back, fast and gradually slowing.
“You’re a demon,” I manage between heaving breaths. “An absolute demon.”
He laughs softly against my neck, his lips pressing a kiss to my bond mark where the scar tissue has healed smooth and silver. “But you feel more relaxed now, don’t you?”
“Whatever,” I grumble. Admitting he’s right is physically impossible for me at this point, it’s a matter of principle.
But I can’t argue, not honestly, because I do.
The constant ache in my hips and pelvis has dulled to something manageable for the first time in weeks, the tension in my lower back has eased enough that I can take a full breath without wincing, and the bone-deep restlessness that’s been plaguing me for days has gone quiet.
His knot inside me feels grounding, a steady warm pressure that satisfies something in my omega body that nothing else reaches, the cum soothing the irritated muscles of my channel, the bond humming between us with a contentment that seeps into my bones.
I close my eyes and let myself settle into his warmth, knotted and full, his hand resting on my belly where the baby has finally, mercifully, gone still. I’m not going to say it out loud. Absolutely not. Hyunwoo’s ego is already the size of this apartment and he doesn’t need the fuel.
But this might be the most comfortable I’ve felt in months.