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I’m late getting home, and I absolutely hate it. While I would rather be at home all day taking care of my very pregnant wife, I’m saving up all the time I can for parental leave once the baby is here. Our baby. The thought still sends shivers of giddy energy through me, even 39 weeks in. I took on some extra tutoring of my year twelve students to save up and was trying to be less behind on my marking than usual, so it’s almost six before I’m finally running up the stairs to our flat.
I’m expecting the usual when I walk through the door, namely Tara napping somewhere in the house. I’ve found her in bed, on the sofa, in the armchair, and even one leaning against the fridge in the corner. She’s so bloody cute when she’s pregnant and sleepy. Since the start of her afternoon snoozes several months ago, I’ve started closing the door gently and stopped making silly declarations of my love for her at top volume every time I come home. There are ways in which to channel my menace energy that don’t involve waking up a grumpy pregnant lady. I set down my satchel full of marking and take a lasagna out of the fridge to reheat in the oven.
I see that our bedroom door is cracked, and I hear soft sounds coming from inside. I smile to myself, imagining her snoring. I walk quietly up to the door and push it open just slightly to check on her. I expect to find her sleeping, but instead I find her in front of our full length mirror, entirely naked, one hand on her breast and the other stroking between her thighs. Well isn’t this an unexpected treat. Immediately, my breath catches, my mouth salivates, and I feel heat stirring between my legs. She has never looked so beautiful as she has like this, with her round belly and swollen breasts. She’s always been perfect, but now it’s clear to see how magical, how utterly divine her body is as it creates life. She tries to reach deeper into herself, but huffs when she can’t quite find the right angle around her belly. “Don’t just stand there, Darce. Make yourself useful!” I chuckle, surprised that she caught me. Of course she knew I was there, watching her. I walk into the room and pull her into a kiss.
“Hi baby. You stared without me?”
“Well I had to. You were so late. I’m so horny and I want this baby out of me, and I wanted you to help. I just decided to get a head start, that’s all.” Her eyes mist over and her lip pouts. I just have to kiss those pouty lips, even though her hormonal sadness tugs at my heart.
“I’m so sorry, princess. I’m trying to get all my work done before the baby gets here. I’m glad you didn’t wait for me to start making yourself feel good.” I get an idea into my horny head, and I have absolutely no idea if she’s going to like it. “I know you want my help, and I’m happy to give it, but this mirror has given me an idea. I want to watch you touch yourself for a little while longer, and I want you to watch yourself too. Then, once you come, I’ll fuck you hard and make you come again. How’s that sound, baby?”
Tara thought about my proposal for a moment. “Fine. But you have to be naked. And get your strap on, because I don’t want to have to wait a moment later than I have to once I’m ready for you.” With utter delight and a shit eating grin, I scramble away to strip, and I stop by the bedside drawer for her vibrator, some lube, and my harness with attachable vibrating dildo. I set a flannel and the vibrator on the chair next to her with a kiss on her cheek, quickly get my harness sorted, and then perch myself on the end of the bed to enjoy the show.
She faces the mirror again, eyes scanning over her body. Whether she likes what she sees depends on the day, but today I can tell that she is feeling herself and admiring the strength of her body. My heart swells with pride as she drinks herself in.
“Touch yourself,” I order her gently. Without hesitation, her hands come up to cup her breasts, rolling and squeezing them. One leaks out a droplet of milk and she catches it with her finger, using the wetness to roll around her nipple. She sighs at the feeling, and I watch her hungrily as wetness pools between my thighs. She runs her hands down her hips and grabs her own arse. I groan at the sight. I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous of her hands the way I am right now. She drags her hands around her thighs. She reaches for her vibrating wand and turns it onto its lowest setting. She brings it to her nipple and gasps at the sensation. She drags it to the other side, mirroring her reaction, her eyes never leaving mine in the mirror as I sit on the bed behind her.
“Lower, baby girl,” I direct her. She rolls her eyes but obeys, and dips the wand between her folds to get it nice and wet. I don’t think I’ve ever felt jealous of a vibrator before either, but there’s a first for everything. When she settles it against her clit, she breaks eye contact for the first time, letting her head fall back as her toes curl. She begins to move it against herself while her other hand rolls her nipple between her fingers. She begins to pant heavily and lets out a wanton moan.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see you watching me while you come.” She blinks her eyes open, bleary at first, trying to focus on my face as she grinds herself against the wand more fiercely. “That’s right, princess. Just imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m the one holding you and driving into you. Once you come for me, you’ll get that as your reward.” As soon as I finish talking, she cries out, her feet arching as her heels lift off the floor while her whole body contracts in ecstasy. I can see it rippling through her, from her slacked jaw and furrowed brows, her arse clenching and releasing in regular waves, her thighs dripping wet and holding her up as they shake, and even her beautiful round belly tightens up around her.
As she starts to come down, I get to my feet and take the wand from her, turning it off and setting it on the chair. I wrap my arms around her from behind and hold under her belly, taking some of its weight from her while she breathes her way back down to earth. We sway slowly together, and I place a thousand gentle kisses on her neck and shoulder. She sighs and melts into me, and I’m more than happy to hold her up like this.
After a few moments, she says “I believe I was promised a reward for following directions, is that right?” I smirk at her, eyes still trained on her face in the mirror.
“That’s right. But first, I think I need to clean up your mess. Come sit on the edge of the bed where you can see yourself, and I’ll sort you out, baby.”
I know standing for multiple sessions would be too much for her in her current state, so I lead her to the bed and help her settle herself down on a towel. I lean down to finally kiss her on her lips, slowly and tenderly. I kneel between her knees and she raises a questioning brow at me. Reading her mind, I answer, “I wasn’t planning on using a flannel to clean you up. I thought my tongue would do just fine, don’t you think?”
Just as I saw her eyes widen, I dip down to lick up her thigh with a flat tongue, cleaning up the juices that had dripped down from their source. She keens at the sensation, and I repeat it slowly and firmly until she's glistening with my saliva instead. “You taste so good, sweetheart,” I praise her, just before I turn to her breasts to lick them clean.
Her chest practically purrs beneath me and her hands find their way to my shoulders as I lick and roll each nipple in my mouth, pronounced from the excess hormones flooding her system. Whenever they catch on my teeth, her fingers squeeze my shoulders tight, and I moan around her, causing her to shiver. Tiny beads of sweetness drip from her, and I lap up every bit, praising her for what a good Mama she’s going to be. Soon, she’s going to make me a Maddy too. What a lucky bastard I am.
“One more spot to clean up, precious, and then I’ll fuck you properly, you’ll see.” I dive down between her thighs, pushing them apart with my hands, and start licking her clean, leaving no fold untouched. She moans my name, hands fisting in my hair, and I know she’s just drinking in the image of me eating her out in the mirror. Soon enough, she’s begging.
“Please, Darcy, baby, I’m begging you… please fuck me, however you want me.” I pull back and meet her eyes, blackened with bliss.
“As promised, sweetheart. Let me help you down to the floor, hands and knees, right in front of the mirror where you can see me.” She babbles out her thanks while I lay out a blanket and then ease her down onto the floor in front of the mirror, then I attach the dildo to my harness, grab its remote, and lube it up. She’s tracking my every move in the mirror with rapt attention, and I preen under her watchful gaze.
I settle on my knees behind her, my hands immediately tracing every curve of her body. “Do you see yourself? You are a goddess, and you deserve to be worshipped like one.” I line up at her entrance, teasing there until she’s rocking back against it. I decide to stop being such a menace and ease her suffering, and slide it in all at once. She howls her pleasure, and I can’t help but smile at her. “I love watching you, watching me. We can’t forget this trick after the baby is here.”
“Darcy, for the love of any god who’s listening, shut up and fuck this baby out of me right now.”
Her tone surprises me, but I can’t be thrown off track at this point. I give her reflection a wicked grin. Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart. I pick up the remote and turn the vibrations onto a medium setting, and within the first whirring of the motor coming to life, I’m pounding into her at a punishing pace. Her back arches, and she cries out at the mix of sensations filling her. I rub soothing circles onto her swollen belly, and then bring my hands up to cup her breasts. She’s starting to punch out breathy groans and cries with every thrust inside her, and I’m beginning to shake with the vibrator and movement grinding deliciously against my clit.
Suddenly, I click the remote once more to increase the intensity of the vibrator, and slightly change the angle so I’m hitting her in just the right place. She begins to shout in earnest this time.
“Yes Darcy, yes handsome, fill me with all your beautiful babies! Yes!” I can’t help but cackle, fully enjoying her nonsensical sex sentences. I run my hands around her hips and let my left hand drift to her breast while my right found her clit, and in an instant she’s caught in her climax. She sobs, shouts, shakes, contracts, and releases. Somehow her eyes never leave mine in the reflection of the mirror, and the intensity of our pleasure mixed with us being able to see each other like this sends me over the edge of ecstasy with her.
With a final squeeze and cry, she begins to gush everywhere, flooding all over my lap. She freezes and her eyes drop down to look beneath her, and I instantly jump in to sooth her.
“It’s okay baby, it’s hot when you squirt on me, it means I’m doing my job right,” I coo as I rub her back.
“I…” she starts, and her eyes dart back to mine in the mirror, wide as saucers. “I don’t think I squirted, Darce,” she whispers shakily.
I just blink. “What? Of course you did. You didn’t pee yourself baby, it doesn’t smell.” She shakes her head. “A pop. I felt a… a pop… on that last wave of orgasm, and then it just… gushed.” Her lip starts to quiver.
Oh. OH. Oh my bloody shit fucking baby jesus h. christ. Deep breaths, Darcy Jones, keep your shit together.
I speak as calmly as I can, rubbing her hips. “Okay baby, that’s okay. We’re going to get you cleaned up, and we’ll get our bags and hail a cab and we’ll phone the midwife and your mum and Nick on our way to the hospital, okay?”
“Darcy?”
“Yes my love, anything for you, angel.”
“Can you please pull out already so I can get up?”
We start to giggle at the realization, and the combination of unplugging the dildo from her and her giggling causes another stream of fluid to gush out of her. We collapse on the floor, laughing and holding each other, as she gasps out phrases in between peals of laughter.
“You said… that you’d fuck the baby out of me… and now, well, here we are! And then… then you pulled the plug and everything went whoosh! And now… now we’re actually going to have a baby!” I start kissing her all over her face as her tears of laughter give way to all the other emotions that begin flooding through her. My sweet, strong girl.
I kiss her gently and with intention down her jaw, her throat, her chest, and down to her belly, where I whisper soft words in between kisses to our baby. Her breath hitches as she holds in a sob that’s part happiness and part nervous anticipation. I look up and see her watching me while I talk to our baby and worship her body for one last time while they’re still on the inside. Her face is stained with tears but softened with love, and I once again think that she’s never looked more beautiful. I stand slowly and reach my hand down to her.
“Let’s go have a baby, shall we?”
. . . . . . . .
Thirteen hours later, they welcomed their daughter Indi Joanne Jones into the world. Darcy had begged and pleaded with Tara to please please please let them name her Indi Anna Jones, and this was the compromise. Her aunt and four uncles were the first to meet baby Indi. Darcy realized they were yet again entirely wrong about Tara never having looked more beautiful as they watched Tara watching their newborn daughter draw her first breaths.
The End