Page 64 of If Only You Hurt

I keep inching in while I feel her attempt to move things along a little faster by digging her heels into my ass in hopes it will spear me forward. Too bad I’m enjoying this a little too much, and moving fast is the last thing I want to do. I’m savoring this moment because I’ve been waiting too damn long to feel her strangle my dick.

I bring my lips to the crook of her neck and begin to kiss her along her neck and up along her jaw. “Laney, I’m taking my sweet time with you. My cock has ached to be inside you, and I’m not going to rush this moment right now. Let me savor you. Let me love you.”

“Mmmhmm.” She succumbs to my slow rhythm and allows me to slowly pump in and out of her. I move her up on the bed so I can bring my legs onto the mattress. I sit up on my knees while she brings her knees toward her chest, and her back flat on the bed. I grab a pillow and lift her hips for me to hit her at a different, deeper angle inside.

The moment the position change is made, I moan, and the feeling of my cock moving inside her feels like heaven. With each stroke, I see myself bury further into her folds, and I just about come on the spot. I can’t help myself from moving just a touch faster now, loving the sounds she’s making as I fuck her this way.

She brings her fingers to her clit, and it spears me on to keep moving, my pace increasing each time I piston into her. Soon, I feel her walls strangle me, and she falls apart in front of me. The moment she falls off that cliff, I’m moving my hips in and out, my cock chasing its own release.

The moment I let go, I detonate, and I feel my release empty into her. I feel her spasming around my dick while I see stars, and my hips keep moving, slowing their pace as I come down from my climax.

I trail lazy kisses along her chest and up her neck. I start kissing her again, my lips feeling like they were made for hers.

We lay in bed, my fingers moving along her abdomen, already imagining her belly becoming larger as the weeks move forward. The thought of our lives coming together with this little being causes my heart to soar.

“I love you beyond myself, Laney. You make me whole,” I say to her, my hand continuing to move along her stomach.

She brings her hand to the top of mine and squeezes it.

“Grant, my love for you is the purest part of me fusing with you. I begin and end with you.”

I come up onto my right elbow and lean over to kiss her. My left palm cups her cheek, and I continue to kiss her until I feel the tingling of my lips.

“Always and forever, Laney. You’re it for me.”

Epilogue

LANEY

“Just one more push, Laney.” Becca is way too close to my vagina right now, but fuck, this hurts. The epidural hasn’t taken away this damn pressure I need to get rid of.

“You said that last time, Becca!” I moan and I’m beyond exhausted. This is too much. Grant is putting a fresh washcloth on my forehead and whispering words of encouragement into my ear. I thought I’d hate having him this close to my face while I was pushing, but it’s become a source of comfort in the last ninety minutes since I started pushing.

“This baby is not coming out. Let’s call it a day and try again later!” I declare to the entire room. The traitors laugh at me like I’m some comedian at a comedy club. They think I’m kidding. Yeah fucking right.

“Babe, you’re almost done. I see the head. The baby’s got hair, dark like mine. I promise, you’re so close.”

Grant is being incredibly sweet, but all I can muster is a scowl, which he laughs at. If I were to punch him, would he laugh? I doubt it.

I feel the pressure build, and Becca is quick to catch it when she feels my belly harden. “Come on, Lane. You got this. The baby is almost here. Let’s do this!”

She’s way too enthusiastic right now, but my body has a mind of its own, and I begin to bring my legs back, mustering all the strength I can in hopes this truly is my last push to get the baby out.

Finally, I hear Becca give me new instructions, “Okay, easy does it, Laney. The baby has a cord around the neck, so stop pushing while I cut the cord. Hold on.” I see her ask for something, and then it must be remedied because she’s asking me to push again.

“Okay, now push and look down to see your baby enter this world.” From the crinkling of her eyes, I can tell she’s got the biggest smile on her face underneath that mask. How she’s doing this knowing that her niece or nephew is about to be born is beyond me. Grant has been crying from the moment he could see hair.

Before I can even blink again, I hear the first cry from our baby. The sweet screams I’ve longed to hear are finally filling the delivery room, and the relief is immediate. I look down and see our baby screaming, red face and white goop all over their body.

Becca lays the baby directly on my chest, and the nurses begin to wipe vigorously, causing my child to scream even harder. I can barely see straight because tears are streaming out of my eyes at this point.

I look up and see Grant in complete awe right now. Adoration is abundant in his features as he looks at the miracle we created.

His eyes look over at me, and then he’s kissing me and whispers, “You are incredible. You did it. You have made me the happiest person alive.” I feel his tears mix with mine on my cheek, and all I can do is smile.

I move my gaze to the baby and then toward Becca. She’s giving orders to the nurse but also stealing glances at our newest family member. I know she wants to show some emotion, but she’s in full doctor mode.

I gave Becca the opportunity to sit this one out and simply be the proud aunt because I got all hormonal weeks ago and felt bad to have pretty much forced her to be my doctor back when I first learned of my pregnancy. But she wouldn’t have it.

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