"You did not!"
"Yes I did."
"No fucking way!"
"Yes fucking way!"
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
"I love you more."
Standing before me is a beach house. Dane knows how much I've wanted to visit the beach, since I've never been to one before. My arms are thrown around him. He chuckles, steadying himself and I. "I don't think that's possible, baby girl."
"Oh, it's possible. And if you want to find our carry me through the threshold," I purr. He scoops me up, runs through the house, straight to a bedroom. I'm set on the bed. Dane climbs over me, his eyes darkening by the second. I grab his tie and pull him down. "You got me, big boy." With the clock striking one our lips meet. Our tongues battle in a kiss I've never experienced before. All the sexual frustration I've put is through is about to be released.
Literally.
"Baby girl," Dane moans. "As much as I love this dress, it need to go."
A purr rumbles through my body. "Take it off, take it all off."
His hand reaches behind me, bring the zipper down. The fabric falls on a pool of white at my feet, now that we're standing, leaving me totally exposed to the man of my dreams. With my massive stomach shown his eyes glow with pride. Without asking I rip his shirt, all the buttons falling to the ground. His chest, sculpt for the goddesses, and a smirk on his face greet me. Again, I rip his pants so they fall right off. Slowly, I run my tongue across my bottom lip, soaking in the sexiness of my new husband.
His arms wrap around me, letting our lips meet in another steamy kiss. While our mouths move together his hands pinch my bra, the thing falling right off. My hand clutch on to the hair on the back of his neck. His hands knead at my breasts, us falling back on the bed. Not even slight pressure is put on my stomach. Even without our chests able to touch, the amount of love I feel right now can't be any less. Everything I have right now is being given to Dane.
Slowly, I push his briefs down. He moans at the feel of my hands on his throbbing erection. His head is thrown back as my hands slowly pump his length.
"Baby, let me make you feel good," he complains, softly pushing my hands away from him. I pout but he bends down to kiss it right away. "Don't be sad. Soon enough I'll bury myself inside you." The little place between my legs throbs at his words. Slowly, he pushes my legs apart. Because of my current condition I can't see him after he goes down.
With the swipe of his tongue a sudden moan leaves my mouth. All of his actions are slow and steady, making sure to reimplant the taste of me on his tongue. "Daaane. Let me suck up. I want your dïck in my mouth!" My body struggles against his hands, despite the immense amount of pleasure he's inflicting on me. He sits up from between my thighs.
"C'mere." Doing as he says I sit up. The only thing between us, besides my stomach, is his tall erection. Without hesitation I clamp my mouth around his cöck. He groans, knots his hands in my hair, and helps me take his entire length into my mouth. "Mhm, yes. Suck me clean, baby." His dirty words, plus the fact he still fits in my mouth, sends a surge of arousal through my body. Again.
One of hang hands starts massaging his balls. Without warning I'm on my back again. A smirk plays my lips as I watch Dane climb over me. "If I weren't so heavily pregnant I'd ride you so hard. You'd like that, right babe? I'm sure you want to tear my püssy apart, so go ahead." Once again my legs spread apart.
The tip of his cöck teases my sensitive clït. A roar of a moan leaves my lips, right into Dane's face. My hips roll as he plunges into me. The stretch of my cünt is uncomfortable. He doesn't move, only to adjust himself on his elbows. My gasp has Dane looking down at me. It's been too long, welcome back Dane's Cöck.
"You okay, Darcy?" He asks me softly, stroking my hair. I nod, but a tear falls. He drops little kisses all over my face, but the pain sets aside. "Shit, shit, shit. You're tight, raw, little püssy looks of nice around my cöck. I wish you could see how you stretch around me."
"Make me come," I whisper. My eyes roll back as Dane starts pounding into me. There's not usually slow with Dane and I. I'm not really a slow, 'making love' type of girl. I think a man can make love to a woman any way they want. In our case, making love is hard and fast. But even though we do like to go hard doesn't mean we don't love each other.
"I-I love you," He breathes as he continuously rams into me. His hands are now protectively around my stomach. A string of moans leave me. Never in the eight months that I've been with Dane have I even felt so loved. My legs are spread soaring eagle and he's working fast, but he makes me feel so special. No one has ever made me feel so special in my entire life the way he does.
"I love you more," I tell him just as he starts shouting.
"Where do you want me come baby?" He asks me, loudly. My thighs shake as my orgasm comes in, strong.
"Inside my püssy. I want you to creampie me," I moan. Our moans combine, creating a song that only we know how to play. Just like that, he shoots stream after stream of his seed into my sensitive cünt. "Yes, yes. Right there baby." My nails dig into his back, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to spill inside me. Dane's back arches into me as he finally stops. Our breathing is coming out in pants, but the feeling of his sweaty skin on mine is worth it.
He drops himself next to me on the bed. He turns to me with his eyes half closed and a drunken smile on his handsome face. "Do you regret marrying me yet?" I chuckle and stroke my imaginary beard.
"I don't know. I need more practice being married to know," I tell him, licking my lips once again. A sexy growl comes from his chest. Suddenly he's on top of me again.
"Okay, I'll give you some more practice."
➖✖➖
"I look ridiculous," I pout, crossing my arms. Dane's eyes scan my body before shaking his head, the wet hair on his head seeing water droplets everywhere.
"You look fucking sexy," he compliments. Standing on the beach has always been a dream of mine. Just in this dream I was never seven months pregnant, married, and in a little bikini. I look awful in this. I'm bloated and I have a terrible headache after being up for so long last night. I gaze down at my body, large and ugly. What if I never loose the weight after having these babies? Dane will have be stuck with a fat, moody, and ugly mate. Never in my twenty two years of life have I ever felt so. . . unworthy.
"No I don't," I snap at him. "I'm bloated, I have stretch marks all over, and my boobs are huge." He raises an eyebrow.
"None of that sounds unattractive to me. You aren't bloated, you're pregnant. I love your stretch marks, they remind me how much of an amazing woman you are, carrying my children. Plus, I'm not complaint about your new cup size." I scowl at him. How is he so calm about all of my body changes?
"You know, I'll probably never fit in my old clothes ever again," I tell him. He just shrugs. I'm pulled into his arms.
"I don't care. All I care about is that you're happy. Right now, you don't look so happy. Come swimming with me baby girl, I know you love to get wet." I slap his arm, a smirk on his lips. With his arm around me I just drop the cover I was wearing so he can walk with me to the warm water.
"You know," I speak him once we're in the water. "We never talked about names or where I'd be giving birth." His smirk drops as soon as I say this. My arms wrap around his neck. "We're going to be parents really soon. Doctor Jake said I could possibly go into labor next month, because of my stature and the fact I'm carrying multiples. Dane, we have almost nothing done. All we have is a nursery." My head rests on his chest, his arms around my waist, my legs around his waist.
"Don't stress about it. If you do go into labor earlier than what we expected we'll just get to meet the kids earlier than we thought, that's all."
A ripple of pain surges through my body. My nails dig into his shoulders. I gasp but Dane's hands fall to my stomach. I look up at Dane, without words he nods and exits the water, me in his arms. I'm set on a lounge chair. All pain stops but we look at each other. What the fuck was that. Sure, they kick, but that didn't feel like a damn kick.
"Darcy," Dane breathes. "What's. . . that." I look down to where he's pointing. Right on my legs, water trickles down. My breath is caught in my throat. No, no. It's too early! We can't- I can't- NO I CAN'T HAVE THE BABIES NOW!
Calm down, it's time. I can feel it. My wolf speaks calmly.
What do you mean?
Our offspring is done developing, they want out.
I look back up at my husband. "My water broke." We stare at each other for a while longer. Again, a flash of pain charges through my body. I'm frozen in my spot, not sure what to do besides cry out. Dane scoops me up, gathers our belongings, and runs.