Erotic Fiction: The Baby Between Us
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When Mark slid into bed, I rolled towards him instinctively, my body seeking out the warmth radiating from his skin. As I came increasingly closer to my due date and our baby stretched and kicked inside of me, it felt as if there was an entire planet pressed between my husband and me each night. It was an effort at times to adjust our bodies to stretch for that goodnight kiss, but it was worth every second.
Nestled with my head under his chin, Mark’s hands moved over my body: one to cradle the back of my head and the second to spread flat against the side of my belly.
“It’s wild to think that there’ll be a newborn here, in flesh and blood, in just a week or two.” I nodded, placing my hand over his.
“Soon we won’t have much time for just the two of us. Our lives will be diaper changes and breastfeeding and crying.” I murmured. “I guess that means we’ll have to squeeze in a few more moments just the two of us, while we still can.”
Mark pulled me closer to him. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my head, the gentle exhalations rustling my hair. Despite the anxiety that often accompanied first-time parents in the days leading up to their first baby’s birth, Mark had a way of keeping me calm. I was so in love with him, so at peace with the world that we created for ourselves, that I never had a shred of doubt about anything. Nothing about this could make me nervous.
I propped myself up on an elbow, my other hand still clasping his over the expanse of my stomach. Through the dim light filtering through our bedroom curtain, I could see shadows flickering across his face, against my bare skin. Mark reached his hand to my face, stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb and slowly pulling me to him. Our lips met softly, parting ever so slightly before I carefully melted back down into the mattress, the quilt and his arms enveloping me within them.
I reached between us, sliding my hand beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants and taking hold of his penis. His response was immediate; he pushed them down and kicked them off each ankle before nimbly slipping off my pants for me. Maneuvering myself around anything was impossible these days, and I became increasingly reliant on Mark to help me with even the small things I wasn’t able to do for the time being. Taking off any pieces of clothing from the waist down was one such task, one that he obliged to do with endless enthusiasm.
He helped me sit upright, making sure that the blanket stayed over my shoulders to keep the warmth of our bed locked between us as I straddled his hips. From beneath me, I could feel the movements of Mark stroking himself, his knuckles grazing against the warm skin of my thighs. After a moment passed, his eyes locked onto mine. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, grinned. If I could reach that far around my belly, I’d have already held him still as I slid over his dick.
He steadied my torso with an outstretched palm as he carefully guided himself into me. I sighed as I felt my body opening up to him, lowering myself gradually until he filled me completely. I began rocking back and forth slowly, my knees supporting my body as I lifted slightly with each sway. I couldn’t read the expression on Mark’s face in the darkness, especially when it was shadowed by my body, but the all-too-familiar rhythm of his breathing was an indication that everything was good on his end.
The tips of his fingers dug into my ass, fleshier than it had ever been before…just like the rest of me. They moved me against him, the inhalations drawing in through his lips becoming shakier and shakier in tandem with each thrust. I felt my body naturally moving quicker, falling forward so that I had to balance myself upright by holding out my arm against the wall above our bed. My belly separated us, the roundness of it rolling back and forth against his hips and abdomen like a giant beach ball.
I could feel the baby moving inside of me, and I found myself wondering if she knew that I was so close to orgasm. The tension in my shoulders was dripping away, shedding from my body entirely the moment I was finally set free with a drawn-out sigh.
