Page 61 of Brood
His thrusting speeds up. He releases another stifled moan. “I missed it too, love. Fuck, you feel so good.”
His words and the obvious pleasure he’s taking in our connection wash over me like a wave. A wave that lifts me rather than drowns. “Will. Will.”
“Yes, love. Cadence.” He’s getting more urgent now. Already. He’s not going to last very long. “Cadence. Love.”
I move a hand down past my belly so I can rub at my clit. The stimulation pushes my vague arousal forward with a rush of pleasure.
“That’s right.” He’s panting fast and loud. He moves his hand down to cover mine on my clit, applying more pressure. “Just like that. You come first.”
“I’m trying.” I whimper and squirm as the sensations rise and rise but don’t break. “Oh, fuck, Will. Help.”
He bends his neck enough to get his mouth on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He bites down on it. Hard enough to bruise but not hurt.
The sharp jolt of unexpected feeling throws me into orgasm before I know to expect it. I cry out loudly as the pulses of pleasure overwhelm me.
“That’s right. That’s good. You’re doing so good. You can let go.” He keeps murmuring hoarsely and rubbing my clit through my own fingers until I’ve worked through my orgasm. Then he falls out of rhythm and pushes into me from behind in fast, clumsy thrusts until he’s coming too.
His exclamation of release is as loud as mine was. As unselfconscious. Will ejaculates in several strong spurts. He fills up my pussy.
We’re both gasping and our hands are still applying pressure to my sensitized clit as Will’s hips finally fall still.
I can hear a smile in his voice as he says, “How was it?”
“You know how it was. That’s why you’re grinning back there.”
He chuckles and nuzzles my hair. “It was incredibly good. I needed it. So thank you.”
“You’re welcome. But I might as well thank you. It was a lot better than I would have expected with me feeling like a hippopotamus.”
He laughs again, his softening cock still partway inside me. “What is a hippopotamus?”
“It’s an animal on the surface. I read about it. Then I looked up pictures. It’s big and clunky and ugly.”
“Then it’s not at all the right comparison for you.” He turns my face toward him so he can kiss my lips. “You’ve always been beautiful. And you still are.”
“Thank you. I don’t believe you, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
We’re both smiling as we relax together again.
We stay that way until I’m hit by an unexpected wave of discomfort. I suck in a breath but don’t say anything. I’ve had a lot of weird, stray sensations since I became pregnant. This one might not mean anything.
But it does. Because it eventually comes again. A little bit stronger.
I know what it is now.
My contractions have started.
* * *
Several hours later, I’m alone in the office of the clinic, strapped down on a table with my feet in stirrups.
Will and I waited as long as possible to go to the clinic because I hate this place so much. As the contractions got worse and worse, more and more frequent, Will helped me pace around our quarters, take a shower, go to the bathroom several times, and finally lie on my bed in exhaustion while he rubbed my back and shoulders.
But the pain was finally so intense that I started to panic, so Will took me to the clinic.
We were chastised by Dr. Cameron for not coming sooner, and then I was taken into this room while the door was shut in Will’s face.
I asked if he could stay. I begged them to let him stay.
