Chapter Thirty-Two
Devon
I woke up in the morning feeling like there was a thirty-pound weight resting on my bladder. I tore the blankets off and waddled around the bed toward the bathroom. Ethan was gone. He had left for work hours earlier. He had woken me with a gentle kiss and told me he would see me that night. I had promptly fallen back asleep, which I regretted because as I made it through the bathroom door, I was gripped with panic that I might not be able to make it to the toilet.
I was relieved when I did. That was the closest call I had experienced since being pregnant.
I went about my usual morning routine after that. I showered and dressed in my favorite pair of maternity pajamas. They were fleece and pink and covered in little white snowflakes. I had a matching pair of slippers that were cozy on my feet as I made a cup of tea and toast, which I slathered with peanut butter. Peanut butter had become kryptonite to me over the last couple weeks. There was nothing better than it.
I ate my toast and then wandered through the living room toward the nursery. We had painted the walls a cool gray, and everything in the room was powder blue, white, and navy. It looked absolutely beautiful. The crib was extravagant, and beside it was a high-backed elegant white rocking chair. I knew I would be spending plenty of hours there with the baby in my arms.
The thought made me so overwhelmed with happiness that I started to tear up.
I left the nursery and went to the living room where I curled up with a book I had been reading about motherhood. I was feeling a little stressed about becoming a mother soon, but the books had been helping me get more prepared. Knowing some things to expect was helping to ease my mind.
Throughout the afternoon, I puttered around the house, doing some light dusting to keep myself busy and then deciding I would throw together a quick pasta dinner for when Ethan got home from work.
By six o’clock, I was tossing the noodles into a pot of boiling water. The whole house smelled like garlic and tomatoes. I had made a tossed salad to accompany the pasta and was mixing it all together in a bowl when Ethan came in the front door.
“Hello,” he called down the hall. I could hear him dropping his keys in the bowl beside the door and putting his shoes on the shoe rack.
“Hi,” I called back. “In the kitchen!”
He appeared in the doorway moments later. He was wearing a slick black business suit. The only thing on him that wasn’t black was his silver cufflinks that winked at me as he ran a hand through his hair. The movement made my knees tremble.
“What are you making?” he asked, eyes roaming over the pots on the stove. “It smells like an Italian restaurant in here.”
“Family spaghetti recipe,” I said proudly, taking the lid off the sauce so he could get a look at it.
He raised his eyebrows approvingly. “Looks delicious,” he said, before letting his gaze settle on me. “And so do you.”
I giggled and blushed. Somehow, he was still capable of making me feel like a high school girl suffering from a juvenile crush. “Down boy,” I teased, plucking a spoon from the drawer and stirring the sauce.
Ethan stood behind me and rested a hand on my bottom. He gave my butt a nice little squeeze and followed it up with a slap. I yelped, and he chuckled deeply in my ear.
“How much longer until it’s ready?” He asked.
“Another fifteen minutes or so,” I said.
“Hmm,” he said, the sound just a low rumble in his throat. “That’s just enough time to fuck you senseless, wouldn’t you say?”
In all honesty, the job could be done in five minutes now. I couldn’t understand it, but for some reason, Ethan was able to make me come over and over within minutes. I knew it was partly due to the pregnancy, but part of me wondered if it was because of how close we had become and how good everything was between us now.
“I’m not the kind of woman who will ever say no to you, Ethan Garrison,” I said coyly, putting my back to the stove. “I was hoping you would come home and proposition me.”
“You’re incredible,” he growled.
He was so sexy. He leaned in, burying his fingers in my hair, and drew me to him. He held me against his hard body, my belly swelling between us, and kissed me as he turned me around and away from the hot stove.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and began undoing his belt while I stripped out of my fleece pajamas. Somehow, he still thought I was sexy when I was drowning in thick fabric. I kicked off my slippers as he unbuttoned his shirt. I was naked before he was, and I savored the moment of watching him take his shirt off.
When he was wearing nothing but his boxers, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I was still as small as I used to be before I was pregnant. His strength only turned me on more.
He tapped my knees, and I spread my legs for him. He nodded approvingly as he pulled himself free of his boxers. Every time I saw him I thought he was bigger.
He stepped closer to me, and I hooked my legs around his hips. His cock pressed up against my slit, and he pushed forward until he slipped inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he filled me. I stretched to fit him and moaned as his cock hit something wonderful deep inside me.
He stared into my eyes as he moved inside me. He was moving slowly, but each thrust was deep and powerful. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, where I tightened my hands into fists. I drew him to me and kissed him.
He held my hips and squeezed my sides as he built up to a faster rhythm. I moaned into his mouth as I felt my orgasm approaching.
The tightness I was so used to was building up inside me. I needed a release soon. I was so close. I tightened my grip around his neck. Ethan worked harder, thrusting his hips upward so that he hit my G-spot.
I moaned and closed my eyes. My toes curled. I was overcome with sheer pleasure as I came faster than I ever had before. When I opened my eyes, Ethan was smiling cockily at me. He was proud of how quickly he could make me climax.
I smiled back as he pulled me down from the counter and took my hand in his. He led me to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Water spat out of the rain shower in the ceiling, and once it was warm and steam filled the shower, he pulled his boxers off the rest of the way and stepped into the shower with me behind him.
He went to his knees, his cock dangling between his legs, and pushed my legs apart. He licked me up and down and teased me with his fingers until I came yet again. Satisfied, he stood, turned me around, and pushed me against the glass wall.
My breasts were crushed against the glass as he entered me from behind. I moaned, and my breath fogged the glass even more. Ethan put his hand between my shoulder blades to hold me in place as he fucked me hard. The water ran over our skin as he reached around my hip and began rubbing my clit.
My legs began to shake, and soon, I was coming again. Ethan kissed my wet shoulders and my neck. He drew my now wet hair to the other side and treated that side of my neck to more kisses. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. It all felt so damn good.
When we were done in the shower, Ethan took his time to dry me off with one of his plush brown towels. He took his time running it over my skin and delighted in how hard my nipples were. He kissed my breasts as he dried me off, and then we went to the bed.
He had me get on my knees the way he knew I liked and spread my legs as wide as they could go. My belly rested on the mattress as he entered me. It felt exquisite. I was so sensitive, sensitive enough to feel the head of his cock slip into me and slide against my insides. I could have sworn I could feel the veins of him inside me.
I reached down and began rubbing my clit. Ethan held my shoulders so that I wasn’t pushed away from him every time he buried his cock in me. As he quickened and deepened his thrusts, I hung my head, pressing my forehead to the blankets.
I cried out his name as something broke open inside me, and I came. I was so wet. I could hear my pussy taking Ethan’s cock as he grunted behind me. I knew he was about to finish too.
“Come on, baby,” I encouraged. “It feels so good.”
That was all he needed to send him over the edge. He came hard and fast and held his cock deep inside me. I could feel it pulsing and swelling inside me as he came.
When he was done, we fell apart from each other. I lay down on my back and rested my hands on my belly as Ethan went to the bathroom. He returned a couple minutes later with a towel in one hand. He ruffled it in his hair, which was still wet and looked nearly black.
Suddenly, I was wetter than I ever had been. I felt it leak out onto the sheets beneath me, and it was followed by an abrupt tension that felt like a bad period cramp.
“Ethan,” I said, looking up at him anxiously.
He froze with the towel still pressed to his head. “What’s the matter?”
“The baby is coming,” I said.
He looked dumbfounded. HIs mouth was slightly open as he stared at me. I parted my legs to show him the wetness on the sheets. “My water broke,” I said. “We have to go to the hospital.”
“Right,” he said, the towel falling to the ground.