Yay, sexy fun time.
I thought pregnant sex would get awkward and awful the bigger I got, but I should have known better. When you're married to Declan James, sex
can only get better, no matter the circumstances. I was convinced we'd be knocking bed posts and getting caught in janitor closets when we were
living in a nursing home.
I took my time removing my clothes, making sure he got a bit of a reward for all of the crap I'd put him through in the last few weeks. I'd
always rolled my eyes when the crazy pregnant women came into the hospital, dragging their tired, strung out husbands behind them and swore I'd
never be that woman. And yet, here I was.
My poor husband needed to be taken care of.
His eyes savored every second, as he watched my shirt move up and over my head. I let my fingers skim down my heavy, full breasts and over my
round stomach. Slipping them under the waistband of my very unsexy maternity pants, I slid them down my legs, letting the material fall to the
ground. My panties joined the pile a second later.
"See, beautiful," he whispered.
His clothes were shed and as he slipped behind me under the covers, I felt him heavy and full against me. Knowing how much he wanted me, even
when I felt tired and swollen was empowering. I pushed back against him and heard him groan.
Having a giant basketball permanently mounted to your stomach made intimate situations much trickier. Lovemaking over the last several months
had become a fun, new game. How many positions could we think of?
After much trial and error and lots of practicing, we'd found a few favorites. As Declan’s hand skimmed down my hips and dipped to the front
juncture of my thigh, I moaned.
His lips touched my shoulder, sprinkling kisses up and down my back and neck. Every touch was gentle and filled with purpose. Such a different
tone from the joking man I'd laughed with seconds earlier. It was as if he was savoring each and every second.
"Our lives are about to change," he said softly. "Any day now, we're going to be parents to a tiny baby girl and our life is going to explode
into a wonderful blend of joy and chaos. Right now, let's lose ourselves in each other."
And we did. Knowing I loved the feel of his strong body behind me, he spread my legs slightly and slipped into me as we both laid on our sides.
He kept his hand buried in my thighs as his fingers worked my clit. Slow and steady, his strokes hit deep and I cried out, loving the friction
this position created.
Shifting up on his elbow, I felt his warm breath tickle my ear. "I love you, Leah," he whispered.
I turned my head, finding his heated gaze. "I love you Declan."
He leaned over and claimed my lips, lifting my leg slightly so he could drive in harder. As his kiss deepened, our tongues entwining and moving
together, his body slammed harder and faster into mine. I felt the orgasm coming seconds before it detonated, sending shockwaves through my
entire body. My core clamped down, and I felt his movement become more frantic as he chased his own release.
Knowing he was close, I pushed back, grinding myself into him as he worked in and out, until finally I heard his breath catch.
"Fuck!" he cried, as his body tightened and spasm. He sagged against me, wrapping an arm around my belly. He tucked his head against my neck
and he placed a quick kiss there.
The baby kicked his hand and he jumped.
"Why does she always get so active when we have sex? It freaks me out!" he said, jerking his head up to watch my stomach move under his hand.
I laughed, placing my hand over his as I cuddled further into the bed and cherished the feel of our unborn child moving beneath our joined
fingers.
Come on baby girl...Mama wants to meet you now.
Declan
My eyes flew open as I felt a hard jab to my side.
"What the hell?" I cursed in confusion. It was dark. Like pitch black, middle of the night, why the fuck am I awake dark. I looked over at the
alarm clock that stood on our small nightstand.
Two thirty in the morning. Awesome.
"Declan!" Leah hissed, hitting me again in the arm.
"Ouch, seriously woman. Why are you abusing me in the middle of the night?"
"I think my water just broke," she said.
Well, that got my attention. I immediately sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, as I threw the covers off of me.
"Well, why are you still in bed?" I said, glancing over at my very still wife. Why wasn't she throwing the covers off and jumping out of bed?
She did say "water" and "breaking" in the same sentence, right?
"Because it was just a tiny bit. Like a dribble. It could have just been a little pee."
I frowned at her. "So, you're saying you peed in our bed?"