Beneath the Glow

The final weeks crept in like a hush before a storm—our world slower, heavier, drenched in anticipation. My body felt like it was carrying the center of the universe. The baby shifted often, especially at night, and the pressure between my hips made me sway when I walked. My breasts had become even fuller, heavier, the nipples darker, more sensitive than ever. Even the softest cotton of my sundresses left them tingling.

And Ethan… he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

He still brought home small gifts—lavender lotion for my swollen feet, earrings he said matched the glow in my cheeks, a tiny onesie that read "worth the wait". But it was the way he looked at me, like I was a goddess on fire, that undid me every time.

One quiet night, lightning cracked in the distance. Rain streaked the windows, but the air in the bedroom pulsed with heat. I lay on the bed, belly high and taut, wearing nothing but one of his soft button-down shirts that didn’t quite close over my breasts.

Ethan knelt between my legs, eyes hooded, hands slow and reverent.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispered, trailing kisses along my thighs, pausing to press one against the soft curve of my belly. “You’re so full... It turns me on more than I ever thought possible.”

I moaned as his mouth moved lower. His tongue found my pussy—slow, teasing—and I arched instinctively, one hand gripping the headboard, the other threading through his hair. He devoured me gently at first, then with the kind of hunger that made my entire body tremble. I was more sensitive than ever. Every flick of his tongue made my belly tighten, my breath catch. His fingers circled my entrance, coaxing me open with maddening patience until I was writhing.

When he slipped one finger inside, then two, curling them just right, I gasped so loud I startled myself. A fresh bead of milk leaked from one breast and slid down my side. Ethan noticed. He moved up, his lips tracing my belly as he rose.

“You’re leaking again,” he murmured, low and rough. “Do you know how crazy that makes me?”

I pulled him down, pressing my breasts to his chest, aching for more. “Then show me.”

He kissed me hard, his shirt still on, the fabric brushing my nipples until they ached. His hands cupped my breasts, mouth trailing across them, tongue circling until he latched gently, drawing milk with a hum of satisfaction.

Then he moved inside my swollen pussy, slowly, deeply—filling me like he belonged there. The position wasn’t graceful anymore; we had to be careful. But there was something so raw, so connected about it. My legs draped around him, belly pressing between us, hips rocking with urgency. He whispered against my lips as he moved.

“You were made to carry this baby… made to take me like this…”

The pleasure swelled inside me, slow and intense, building with every thrust, every whispered praise, every graze of his hands on my hips and breasts. When I came, it was sharp and deep and uncontrollable. My body clenched around him, milk dampening my chest, cries muffled in the crook of his neck.

He came right after, burying himself deep, voice hoarse, eyes glazed with awe and lust.

Afterward, we lay there tangled, Ethan’s hand curved around my belly, his fingers tracing slow circles.

“I don’t want this to end,” he whispered.

I laughed softly, already half-asleep. “It’s just the beginning.”

We made love again in the shower the next morning—me leaning against the tile, water cascading over us, Ethan behind me, hands gripping my hips as he whispered filthy things into my ear.

Even though we were both exhausted, even though I was swollen and sore and aching—we couldn’t stop. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about how deeply we craved each other. Needed each other. Belonged to each other.

And as the days counted down to the baby’s arrival, so did the space between us.

Every kiss was slower.

Every touch was hungrier.

Every moment felt like it could be the last before everything changed forever.

But we didn’t fear the change.

We welcomed it—in bed, in whispers, in sweat and milk and heat and love.

We were ready.