relief I feel makes me want to cry tears of joy.
“You know they say that sex helps with bringing on labor.”
“Tucker Wild, if you even think of touching me with your dick, I’ll cut it off,” I snap at him.
“No, you won’t. You enjoy it way too much.” He chuckles, calling me out on my BS.
“Okay, I might not actually cut it off your body, but I’ll cut you off from sexy times.”
“I think it's worth the risk. I’m going to be cut off for at least six weeks anyway, here soon,” he reminds me, like I didn’t know that fact.
“But, I’m finally comfortable,” I whine.
“No need to change positions; just let me take care of it and make you feel good in the process. If it brings on labor, then that’s just a plus. If not, well, then at least you’ll feel relaxed and you might get a few hours of sleep out of the deal.”
I let him take control; he shimmies my panties off my body, then lifts my leg once he’s back behind me. He slips between my legs, his fingers slipping between my folds as he runs the tip of his cock along with them. His tip hits my clit and has me ready to see stars. He doesn’t stall, lining his cock up with my entrance and pushing in slowly. “Holy shit,” I call out as he fills me completely.
“Tell me if this is too much,” he instructs, and I can’t think of anything except how good it feels. Strangely enough, with him filling me, all my discomfort and pain evaporates.
“More,” is the only word I can form and make come out of my mouth.
“Damn, baby, you’re so tight, squeezing my cock like it's our first time,” he grits out as he speeds up his thrusts from behind me. I don’t know how he manages to reach around us, but his fingertips find my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge of my orgasm. “Yes, Linds,” he calls out as he thrusts through my orgasm as he chases his own. “I fucking love you,” he tells me as he stills, and I can feel his body pulsing inside me as he releases.
Tucker pulls from me, heading for the bathroom for a washcloth and returning to help me clean up. Once clean, I get out of bed to pee one last time before I can, hopefully, fall back asleep. Now that it is after two in the morning, I hope to not see the clock again until around seven or eight. I waddle back to bed, sliding in and up to his side; my head finds his chest as my left leg goes over his as I attempt to wrap my body around him.
“You comfortable?” he asks a few seconds after I finally stop moving.
“Yeah,” I sigh; I can feel the sleep pulling me under, finally.
“Get some sleep, baby. I love you.”
“Love you,” I tell him as I drift off to sleep.
“Tucker!” I yell out in a panic. “Tucker! I need you!” I yell a little louder.
“What’s wrong, Linds?” he calls back, the sound of his voice getting closer as he reaches the bedroom door.
“It’s time.” I look at him, and I’m sure the panic is written all over my face.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m sure!” I snap at him. “My water broke, and I feel like I need to fucking push already.” I suck in a breath and close my eyes. Our little sexcapade last night appeared to work, putting me into labor and getting me to sleep. So much so that I’ve, apparently, slept right through most of my laboring.
“Let me help you up and out to the truck. I’ve already got the hospital bag in the back seat, so I just need you, and we can go,” he says.
“No, Tucker, it's time. Like, we’re going to have this baby right here in this bed time,” I tell him.
I can see the blood drain from his face as his eyes scan my body from my face to my abdomen and slightly lower.
“You sure?” he croaks out.
“I’m pretty damn sure this isn’t normal labor pains.” I cry out, the pain almost more than I can endure. I’d never dreamed of laboring and delivering without the aid of drugs, so lying here with nothing is not a walk in the park.
“I’m going to call an ambulance,” he tells me, pulling out his phone. You’d think the man could handle a