"Tell me again why we're doing this at three in the morning?" Jake's voice was a tired rasp, thick with sleep, but the way he arched his back against me told me he wasn't actually complaining. His swollen belly pressed heavy into the bed as I settled behind him, my hands already roaming the familiar curves of him. Finding the dip of his waist, the heavy swell of his pregnancy, the way his hips flared under my palms like they were made for me to hold.
"I told you," I murmured into the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of him. His skin was so warm, the faint salt of dried sweat on him from the restless night. "You woke up whining about your back. And your hips. And then you started grinding your ass into me like you were trying to start a fire." I nipped at his shoulder, grinning when he shivered. "So here we are. Fire starting."
Jake laughed, breathless, and then gasped when I slid a hand down between his legs, fingers tracing the slick heat already waiting for me. "Fuck, Tyler." His voice cracked, hips jerking forward, then back against my touch. "You're such a liar. I wasn't grinding. I was *asleep.*"
"Uh huh. Sure." I curled two fingers inside him, slow, savoring the way his body clenched around me, how his belly shifted as he rocked into the motion. His skin was stretched tight over the swell of his pregnancy, warm and flawless under my palms when I smoothed my free hand over the curve of it. "Then why are you this wet?"
He groaned, tilting his head back against my shoulder. "Because you- ah- you started touching me first, jerk."
I kissed the side of his neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin there. My fingers worked deeper inside him, pressing against the spot that made his breath hitch. "Bullshit," I murmured, feeling the way his body tensed around me. His thighs trembled, his belly rising and falling with quick breaths. "You were rocking against me like you needed it. Needed me."
"Fuck you," he gasped, but his hips rolled back against my hand, greedy. His chest heaved, the soft swell of his pecs damp with sweat. I dragged my thumb over one nipple, already peaked and sensitive, and he arched into my touch with a low moan.
I pulled my fingers free, ignoring his whine of protest, and wrapped my hand around his hip instead, guiding him onto his back. The bed groaned under his weight, his belly rising like a moon between us, flushed and tight. I ducked my head, licking a stripe up his vagina before plunging my tongue in, humming when his thighs tensed around my ears.
"You taste fucking perfect," I growled against him, pressing my palms to the sides of his belly as I worked him open with my tongue. His hips jerked, his hands fisting in the sheets. His moans were ragged, breathless things, and when I glanced up, his eyes were shut tight, mouth parted around panting gasps. I dragged my thumbs over his pecs, squeezing gently, and his whole body shuddered when I caught a bead of liquid between my fingers, rubbing it into his sensitive skin.
He whimpered when I pulled back, thighs trembling as I crawled up his body. His belly pressed warm against my chest as I settled over him, and he reached for me blindly, fingers digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop," he begged, voice raw. "Please, Tyler, I need..." The words dissolved into a moan when I ground my hips against his, the friction drawing a ragged cry from him. His back arched off the mattress, belly straining between us as I pinned his wrists beside his head.
I kissed him deep, swallowing his gasps, tasting the salt on his lips. His chest was flushed, pecs swollen and sensitive under my palms, and when I rolled a nipple between my fingers, he jerked against me with a broken sound. "Look at you," I murmured against his mouth, dragging my free hand down his trembling belly to where his vagina throbbed, slick and desperate. "So fucking gorgeous like this. All mine."
His hips bucked when I pressed a finger back inside him, his thighs shaking as I worked him open slow, torturously slow, watching the way his belly tightened with every breath. "Tyler," he gasped, fingers scrabbling at my back, blunt nails digging into my skin. "Please, " he begged, voice cracking, his whole body flushed and trembling beneath me. I curled my fingers just right, pressing deep, and his cry was ragged, his legs kicking out as his belly jerked between us. I could feel the tension in him, coiled tight, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.
I pulled my fingers free again, ignoring his whine of protest, and gripped his hips instead, rolling him onto his side. His belly settled heavily against the mattress, his back arching as I pressed against him from behind. My cock slid between his thighs, catching against the slick heat of his vagina, and he shuddered, pressing back into me with a broken moan. "Fuck," he gasped, hands clutching at the sheets. "Tyler, please, " his voice cracked, desperate.
I didn't give him what he wanted. Not yet. Instead, I rocked against him slow, teasing, dragging my cock along his wetness without pushing inside. His breath hitched, his belly tightening as he tried to arch into me, but I held him firm, pinning him in place with my weight. "Tell me what you need," I murmured against the back of his neck, biting down just hard enough to make him whimper. "Say it."
"Youre such a jerk," he panted, hips twitching helplessly. His belly pressed into the mattress, the curve of it shifting with every ragged breath. "You know what I, ah, fuck, " The words dissolved into a moan as I finally, finally pushed inside, just the tip, letting him feel the stretch before pulling back again.
His hands clawed at the sheets. "Tyler, I swear to god, " His voice was wrecked already, trembling with the effort of holding back, his whole body taut. I could feel the way his muscles fluttered around me, desperate, his belly tensing as I pressed in deeper this time, just enough to make him gasp.
I leaned over him, my chest pressed to his back, and dragged my palm down the heavy swell of his stomach, feeling the way it tightened under my touch. His skin was hot, stretched impossibly full, and when I squeezed gently, he moaned, his hips jerking. "Tell me," I murmured against his ear, my voice rough. "Tell me what you want, or I stop."
His breath hitched, his fingers twisting in the sheets. "Fuck me," he gasped, his voice wrecked. "Please, Tyler, just, ah, just fuck me, I can't, " The rest of his sentence dissolved into a shuddering cry as I finally, finally sheathed myself inside him in one smooth thrust. His body clenched around me instantly, hot and perfect, his belly pressing into the mattress as he arched back against me.
I groaned, gripping his hip tight, my other hand splayed over the curve of his stomach. His skin was stretched taut, warm under my palm, and I could feel the faint movements beneath, our baby shifting restlessly inside him as I rocked into him slow and deep. "That's it," I murmured, biting at his shoulder. "Take it. Take me."
Jake's breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers twisting the sheets as his body opened for me, his vagina clenching around my cock like he was trying to keep me inside. His belly was a heavy weight against the bed, his hips canting back to meet every thrust, and the sight of him, spread out beneath me, swollen and flushed and *mine*, made my chest ache. I dragged my hand up his stomach, over the tight swell, and cupped his pec, thumbing at his nipple just to hear him whimper.
"Look at you," I growled, my voice rough. His skin was damp with sweat, his back arching as I fucked into him deeper, slower, savoring the way his body yielded to me. His legs trembled, his thighs slick where they pressed against mine, and when I pinched his nipple lightly, he sobbed, his hips jerking. "So fucking perfect like this." His stomach tightened under my palm, and I could feel the fullness beneath. The thought sent a possessive thrill through me.
I shifted my grip, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me as I snapped my hips forward. Jake cried out, his hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets, his belly pressing into the mattress with each thrust. His chest heaved, his pecs swollen and sensitive, and when I dragged my fingers over them, he shuddered, a thin stream of milk beading at one nipple. I couldn’t resist. I ducked my head, licking a slow stripe over the dampness, and he gasped, his back bowing as his fingers twisted in my hair. "Tyler, " His voice broke, his thighs clenching around me.
I groaned against his skin, biting gently at the tender flesh as my hips rolled into him, deep and deliberate. The way he took me, hot and slick and *needy*, drove me wild. His stomach tensed beneath my palm, his breath coming in ragged pants, and when I pressed down slightly, feeling the weight of him, he moaned, his hips canting back to meet me harder. "Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous," I rasped, my voice thick. His body was a masterpiece, stretched tight with pregnancy, flushed and trembling under my touch, and I couldn’t get enough.
With a sharp tug, I rolled him onto his back, his heavy belly rising between us like a perfect curve, flushed and trembling. Jake gasped as his legs were pushed back, thighs spreading wide, his stomach bulging as I settled between them. His pecs heaved with each breath, his nipples peaked and damp, and when I ran my hands up his thighs, gripping tight, his whole body shuddered. "Tyler, " His voice cracked, his hands scrambling to grip his own knees, holding himself open for me. The sight punched the air from my lungs, his swollen belly, his slick vagina, his flushed chest, all laid out just for me, just *mine*.
I didn't hesitate. I pushed back into him in one smooth thrust, my stomach pressing against the taut swell of his pregnancy, our skin sliding together with every movement. Jake arched off the bed with a choked cry, his belly jutting between us, his legs trembling where they were hooked over my arms. The heat of him was overwhelming, his body clenching around me like he was trying to keep me inside, and when I dragged my hands down to grip his hips, his stomach tightened visibly, the muscles straining beneath the skin.
"God, look at you," I growled, my voice rough. His pecs were flushed, his nipples dark and swollen, and when I ducked my head to suck one into my mouth, he sobbed, his hands flying to my hair. The taste of him, salt and something richer, something uniquely *Jake*, made my hips jerk harder, driving deeper into him. His legs tightened around me, his belly shifting with every thrust, and when I pulled back to look at him, his face was wrecked, his lips parted around ragged gasps.
His stomach was a perfect curve between us, flushed and tight, and when I dragged my palm down the center of it, he shuddered, his muscles clenching around me. "Feel that?" I murmured, pressing just enough to feel the firmness beneath. "That's me. Right there." His breath hitched, his hips twitching helplessly, and when I rolled my hips slow, deep, he moaned, his back arching off the bed. His thighs trembled, his stomach tensing, and I could feel the way his body was tightening, coiling, his vagina gripping me like he never wanted to let go.
His hands scrabbled at my shoulders, blunt nails digging in, and when I leaned down to kiss him, his mouth was hot, desperate. His pecs brushed against my chest, swollen and sensitive, and when I ground against him just right, he broke the kiss with a ragged cry, his head tipping back. His stomach was taut beneath my fingers, the skin stretched impossibly full, and when I pressed my thumb against his nipple, he jerked, a thin trail of milk spilling over my hand. "Fuck," I groaned, dragging my wet fingers down his belly, smearing the dampness between us. "You’re so perfect like this."
Jake’s breath came in hitches, his thighs tightening around my hips as I fucked into him deeper, harder, the bed creaking beneath us. His stomach quivered with every thrust, his muscles straining, and when I wrapped a hand around the curve of it, he whimpered, his back arching. "Tyler, I, I can't." His voice cracked, his fingers clutching at my arms, and I could feel the way his body was winding tighter, clenching around me like a vice. "I’m close, fuck, I’m so close."
I growled, pressing my forehead to his, my hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm. His stomach was a hot, heavy weight between us, his skin slick with sweat, and when I dragged my fingers down to where we were joined, circling his swollen clit, he *screamed*, his legs shaking. "Come for me," I rasped, biting at his jaw. "Let go." His body obeyed instantly, his back bowing off the bed as he came, his stomach tightening impossibly more, his pecs heaving. He was milking my cock, and I groaned, fucking him through it, dragging out every last shudder.
His stomach was still taut, his legs trembling where they wrapped around me, and when I thumbed at his nipple again, he whimpered, oversensitive. The taste of his sweat was sharp on my tongue as I kissed him, swallowing his moans, my hips never slowing. "One more," I murmured against his lips, my voice rough. "Give me one more." His eyes fluttered shut, his stomach rising with each gasping breath, and when I hooked his leg over my shoulder, angling deeper, he keened, his hands clutching at the sheets.
I smoothed my palm over the heavy swell of his belly, feeling the tension beneath, the way his muscles fluttered as he fought another orgasm. His skin was hot, stretched impossibly full, and when I pressed down slightly, rubbing slow circles, he shuddered, his hips jerking. "Tyler, " His voice cracked, his thighs tensing around me, and I could feel the way his body was tightening again, his vagina clenching around me in desperate pulses. "Fuck, I can't, " The words dissolved into a broken moan as I rocked into him harder, my hand never leaving his stomach, fingers tracing the curve of it like I could memorize him by touch alone.
Jake's breath hitched, his back arching as another wave crashed over him, his body seizing around me with a ragged cry. His stomach tightened visibly beneath my palm, his pecs heaving, and when I dragged my thumb over his nipple, a fresh bead of milk spilled over my fingers. He sobbed, oversensitive but still canting his hips into every thrust, his legs trembling where they hooked around my waist. "That's it," I growled, pressing my forehead to his, my hips never slowing. "Just like that." His belly was a perfect weight in my hand, warm and alive, and when I squeezed gently, he whimpered, his nails digging into my shoulders.
But then his hands went slack, his thighs dropping open as he sagged into the mattress, his breath coming in exhausted pants. "Tyler, I can't," he gasped, his voice raw. "Too much, I, " His stomach tensed again, his face twisting, and I pulled out instantly, gathering him against me as he shuddered. His belly pressed heavy between us, his skin slick with sweat, and when I smoothed my palm down the curve of it, he whined, oversensitive but still arching into my touch. "Shh," I murmured, kissing his temple. "Got you."
I shifted us onto our sides, spooning him from behind, my arm draped over his waist, my hand splayed across the swell of his stomach. Jake exhaled shakily, his body limp against mine, but his hips twitched restlessly, his legs shifting like he couldn't get comfortable. His belly was a solid weight against my forearm, the skin stretched impossibly tight, and when I rubbed slow circles over the taut curve, he groaned, pressing back into me. "Hurts," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Can't, fuck, can't get-"
Before he could finish, his body jerked, his stomach tightening abruptly beneath my palm. A sharp gasp tore from his throat, his hands flying to his belly, and then, wet heat spilled between his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us. Jake went rigid, his breath hitching. "Tyler," he whispered, his voice trembling. "My water just broke."
The words hung in the air. I could feel the sudden tension in his body, the way his stomach clenched again, harder this time, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. My palm stayed pressed to his belly, grounding him, even as my own pulse kicked into overdrive. "Okay," I murmured against the nape of his neck, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. "It's okay. Youve got a ways to go."
Jake's fingers clutched at my arm, his nails biting in, but his hips rocked back against me instinctively, seeking comfort even as another contraction rippled through him. His stomach was a firm, unyielding weight beneath my hand, his skin flushed and when I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his breath hitched, part fear, part determination. "Fuck," he rasped, his voice cracking. "It's happening."
"Shh," I murmured, smoothing my palm down the taut swell of his belly, feeling the muscles tighten again beneath my fingers. He groaned, his legs shifting restlessly, his thighs slick with sweat and the remnants of our earlier passion. "Just breathe. You've got time."
He whimpered, pressing his forehead into the pillow, but his body tensed again a minute later, his stomach hardening visibly. His breath came in short, sharp pants, his fingers twisting in the sheets. "Hurts," he gasped, his hips canting forward helplessly.
I curled around him tighter, my chest flush against his back, my hand never leaving the curve of his stomach. "I know," I whispered, pressing my lips to the damp nape of his neck. "You're doing so good."
The hours stretched, slow and relentless, Jake drifting between exhaustion and the sharp spikes of pain. His contractions came steady but spaced apart, giving him just enough time to catch his breath before the next one gripped him. His belly was a heavy, shifting weight between us, his skin stretched impossibly full, and when I rubbed slow circles over it, he sighed, his muscles easing slightly.
"Try to sleep," I murmured, my voice low against his ear.
He snorted weakly, his fingers flexing against mine. "Easy for you to say," he muttered, but his eyelids fluttered shut, his body limp between contractions.
When the next wave hit, he arched with a stifled cry, his stomach tightening beneath my palm. His breath came in ragged gasps, his thighs trembling, and I held him through it, murmuring nonsense against his skin until it passed.
Outside, the sky lightened, dawn creeping in around the edges of the curtains. Jake groaned, shifting against me, his belly pressing warm and solid into my hand. "Still fucking here," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.
I kissed his shoulder, my fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. "You're doing perfect," I promised.
He exhaled shakily, his hips rocking forward slightly as another contraction built. His fingers found mine, squeezing tight. "Don't let go," he whispered.
