radicalducati 130. Sweet Tooth
130. Sweet Tooth
EMMA's POV :
- - - Eight Weeks Later - - -
"Twenty eight weeks is a big deal. You're in your third trimester now, Emma, how are you feeling?" Kristen asked me over the phone.
"I'm excited. I can't wait to meet her," I replied.
I updated my friends and Kristen about my pregnancy every now and then. Kristen was always eager and excited to hear about the baby. My parents, on the other hand, were still not in communication with me. After that day when we went to see them and mom ended up slapping Ian across the face, I decided to block them both out of my life.
"Just two more months to go," Kristen squealed.
"Yup,"
"How's Ian handling everything? Is he being helpful?"
"Yeah, he's the greatest. We went to the doctor's today and did a glucose screening and then we did another ultrasound. Ian's always with me in all my appointments. He's my rock,"
"Oh, that's good to hear," she sighed in relief. "I'm so excited to see you guys next week for the baby shower. Hailey and I did so much shopping,"
"That's so sweet of you," I said to her. "We're so excited to see you and Hailey too,"
"All right. Well, I'm gonna let you go now, it's late, you should rest," she said and I checked the clock, it was almost 10 PM. Kristen and I had been on the phone for over an hour. "Say hi to Ian for me," she said again.
"Sure, of course,"
"Good night, sweetie,"
"Good night, Kristen,"
Turning off the call, I put my phone on the bedside table and lay down on the bed. Kristen and I were back like old friends and I was so grateful for her. She became the mother figure that I needed as my own mother was out of the picture now.
Looking down at my growing stomach, I rubbed my belly and I felt my baby's kick. Today when we got our ultrasound, we were able to see more features of the baby. I saw her beautiful face, though still tiny, it was almost fully formed, complete with eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.
How crazy is that?
Rubbing my stomach again, I stirred on the bed trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep in tonight. With my stomach growing larger, my breasts getting bigger, and my feet cramping and swollen, it was hard to feel comfortable. After trying for a couple more minutes and failing, I decided to get up and stretch a little.
As I stood up, I saw my reflection in the mirror and I let out a sad sigh. I loved being pregnant, don't get me wrong, but I hated how my body looked because of it. I felt so out of touch in my own skin and I looked... ugly.
Some women had this glow about them as they got pregnant, but I just looked worse. I was tired and moody all the time. I was sleep deprived. I didn't feel like myself at all. The other day, I even yelled at Ian because he smelled of oil paint and I hated that smell for some reason.
Ian was very understanding and patient with me. He never raised his voice and he never denied me of anything I asked. But still, I couldn't help but feeling like he was being a little distant somehow. We hadn't been very intimate lately, and not just sex, I felt like we cuddled and kissed less nowadays. Like tonight, for example, instead of cuddling me in bed, he was out in the living room, working on his painting.
Maybe he thinks I'm too ugly now? Maybe that's why he wouldn't touch me?
That thought made me really sad and emotional. I was about to cry for no apparent reason, and now I was chastising myself for being so silly.
Stop it. Stop thinking useless thoughts and just go to bed!
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I tried my best to go to sleep. I spent about half an hour forcing my eyes closed and laying in bed, but I still couldn't sleep at all. I opened my eyes and saw the bed was still empty. It was almost 12 AM now and Ian was still outside. Sighing to myself, I decided to get up and walk out of the room.
Ian had his back turned to me. He was facing the canvas placed in front of the large window. He was busy painting, being in his own world. He didn't even notice me coming up behind him.
Suddenly I felt weirdly emotional. I was feeling like Ian might not like me anymore or something. Maybe he got tired of me? Maybe I had been too much of a bitch lately?
I was afraid of losing him. With shaky hands, I wrapped my arms around him from the back. He flinched a little as he didn't expect me, but then he let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was me.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked with his head turned slightly to the back.
"Nothing," I murmured and buried my face into his back.
"Something's bothering you. Tell me," he insisted. It was like he could read my mind. He turned around and cupped my face in his hands. His dark brown eyes searched my face and he looked so worried. "Is it me? Do I smell or something?"
"No, it's not you," I shook my head and threw my gaze away. "You're perfect,"
"What is it?" he chuckled and tilted my chin up so I was facing him again.
Looking up at him, his gaze was as tender and warm as ever. It made me feel stupid for doubting his love just a minute ago. But I couldn't help it. I felt so insecure.
"Ian, be honest with me," I said to him, pausing for a moment before asking, "I'm hideous, aren't I?"
He looked at me in disbelief and scoffed. "You're not hideous. What are you talking about?"
"I am, I'm big and hideous. I feel gross," I groaned and pulled away slightly. My hands were crossed in front of my chest to cover my body. "Admit it, Ian. It's true. You barely even touch me anymore,"
Ian stared at me with wide eyes and shook his head from side to side. "You're crazy, you know that?" he stepped closer and linked his arms around me, saying, "You're the most beautiful, the most exquisite human being I've ever met,"
"You're just saying that because you have to," I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'm just saying that?" he looked offended. "Okay, come here, let me show you something,"
He led towards the painting he was working on. Normally, he wouldn't let me see his unfinished works, but this time, he had a point to make.
At first, I wasn't sure of what I was seeing. It was an abstract painting. But as I squinted my eyes at it and tilted my head to the side, I could make out that he was painting a body. It was a female's body. A pregnant female body. And it didn't look hideous. It was artistic, tasteful, and... beautiful.
"You're always an inspiration to me, baby girl. If only you could see yourself the way I see you," he whispered to my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from the beck. His hands rested just below my stomach, causing the baby to stir inside.
"Is that... me?" I asked him.
"Through my eyes," he nodded. "Yeah,"
"You really think I'm that... beautiful?"
He gave me a bored stare and said, "Do you even have to ask?"
"Well..."
Ian glared at me and pulled away. He spun my body around so that I was facing him. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe and his hands trailed my curves, from my hips up to my stomach, and back down again. I let out a small gasp when I felt his hands cupping my breasts.
Cocking his head to the side, he gave me his trademark smirk. My heart was racing with anticipation as he tugged my dress up, pulling it over my belly, my breasts, and I raised my arms up and let the dress went flying away from me. I was completely naked and exposed to him, and he was staring at me with a hooded gaze. I was blushing hard, looking down at the floor, avoiding his eyes.
"Look at you... you're fucking incredible," he hissed.
"Okay, now you're really just saying that-"
Suddenly, Ian grabbed me and crashed his lips onto mine. He kissed me hard, stopping me mid-sentence. He squeezed my breasts with both hands and let out an animalistic groan. Pressing himself tightly against me, he deepened the kiss and I felt that he was absolutely hard.
"You still think I'm just saying that?" he asked challengingly.
I didn't know how to react to that, so I just clamped up.
Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on the top of my breast and his thumb ran circles over my nipple. "I've been wanting to get my hands on you all week long, but I just didn't wanna tire you or... hurt the baby,"
I swallowed hard at his words. My stomach clenched instinctively as I said, "You're not gonna hurt the baby..."
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IAN's POV :
I think I'd fail as a man and as an artist if I fail to let my woman know how beautiful she is to me.
So, I made it my mission tonight that she knew exactly what was on my mind. Closing the distance between us again, I kissed the top of her breast and trailed my mouth lower, tracing a line over the bumpy glands, and finally I planted my lips on her big dark nipple. A droplet of milk trickled out and she gasped in shock as my teeth clamped on her skin, my tongue licking and sucking on her milk.
"Fúck, you taste so sweet,"
I kissed her harder, eager, and hungry for more. My tongue worked gently, teasing the nub as I swirled around it. Moving my hand to cup her breast, I squeezed them firmly and sucked again, causing her to moan and another droplet of milk trickled out. I let out an appreciative groan as I gladly locked my mouth on her nipple, sucking her clean.
Her breathing got fast and shallow. The pleasure and sensation were too much to bear, she couldn't help but close her eyes in response. My other hand found her other breast and I hefted it, groped, and played with the nipple.
"Ah!" she squeaked. "Careful, they're sensitive,"
I pulled away at the thought of hurting her. But damn it, I wanted to touch her again. I wanted to do so much more than that.
"Ian!" she yelped as I bent down, picked her up in one swift move, and carried her towards the bed. Even though she was pregnant, she was still so tiny compared to me. I carried her effortlessly to the bed lay her head down gently on the pillow.
Emma was sprawled naked on the bed. She was so insanely beautiful to me. Her eyes were shining, and her skin was glowing. Her breasts were big and full, and her stomach was round and sticking out. Whenever I looked at her stomach, I only had one thought: This is mine. I made her like this. That thought got me so painfully hard, I was probably dripping in my pants.
"Damn baby," I hissed through gritted teeth. "If you can only see what I'm seeing right now,"
I leaned down and let my hardened bulge to graze her thigh. She let out a little gasp when she noticed how hard I was.
"See? This is what you're doing to me," I said as I took her hand rubbed it against my groin.
Emma's eyes turned hooded with lust. She bit on her bottom lip as she snaked her way into my pants, grabbing on my rock-hard shaft, and pulling it free. She started stroking me with her hand pre-cum glistened on my tip.
Letting her have her way with me, I leaned to her ear and whispered, "This is how much I want you,"
My shaft was twitching and pulsing in her hand. I was going crazy, dying to be inside her. She knew it. She felt it too. Thankfully, she was putting me out of my misery. She guided my length to her entrance with her hand, and I paused so that only my tip was inside her.
"Ahh... Ian..." she moaned breathlessly. It was like music to my ears.
I started moving very slowly. I made long, deep thrusts into her. Pushing all the way in, and pulling all the way out. Every time my tip entered her core, I felt a whimper coming out of her.
"You're as fine as fine art can be, baby,"
She was trying to push herself towards me, but I held her thighs firmly in place. I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted her to know how just crazy she was making me feel. So, I pushed myself in and out of her purposefully slowly and tantalizingly. Using my finger, I also started to rub her clit, pushing her closer to her climax.
"Ian... please..." she bucked her hips up and begged impatiently. "Just fúck me, please,"
Ah, fúck. When she says things like that, I almost lost it on the spot.
Holding her face tightly in my hands, I demanded her attention and said, "You're forever the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't you doubt that for one second. You hear me?"
"Ugh..." she whimpered in response. She was aching for this release so badly.
"Tell me, do you hear me?" I demanded.
"Yes," she said finally.
Smiling victoriously, I leaned down to capture her lips with mine and I let myself go. I moved deep and hard, fast and rough. Giving her my all. It didn't take her long at all to find that release she'd been craving for. Screaming breathlessly, she clenched hard around me and released her sweet juices.
Fúck. That feels so fucking good. And she's so fucking beautiful.
Groaning aloud, I focused on my breathing so I wouldn't blow everything on the spot. I kept on with my thrusts, pounding myself into her with everything I got. Moving my mouth to kiss her neck, my lips stayed below her ears and I whispered sweet nothings to her skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful... You're so fucking sweet... You're driving me insane... You're mine forever and ever.... And I'm yours... So utterly and hopelessly yours,"
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