The clinic room was dim and cool, with the faint hum of equipment breaking the silence. Matthew sat beside me, hand wrapped tightly around mine as we waited for the screen to flicker to life.
I was nervous—excited, but nervous. My body had already
begun to change so rapidly. My belly was rounding out, unmistakably swollen
now, and my breasts were nearly unmanageable—full, heavy, and so sensitive that
even the brush of lace could make me gasp. I’d outgrown everything. And yet
Matthew still looked at me like I was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen.
The ultrasound wand slid across my belly, slick with gel,
and then: sound.
A heartbeat.
No—two.
The tech turned the monitor slightly and smiled. “You’re
having twins,” she said gently. “Two strong heartbeats. Both boys.”
I blinked, stunned. Matthew leaned closer to the screen, his
free hand going to my belly like he needed to feel them through the image.
“Boys?” he whispered. His voice cracked. “Two of them?”
I nodded, trying to speak through the tightness in my
throat. “You’re going to be outnumbered.”
He chuckled, tears in his eyes. “I already am.” He kissed my
hand, my cheek, my mouth, his touch reverent, overwhelmed. “You’re giving me everything.”
That night, we didn’t sleep.
We’d just come back from dinner—low lighting, his hand on my
thigh the whole time, my dress too tight to hide the deep swell of my belly or
the dramatic curve of my breasts, which had grown even more in just the past
few weeks.
In the hallway of our home, I leaned into him and whispered,
“You really want to celebrate two boys without unwrapping the gift?”
He didn’t need more than that.
Matthew lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me to our
bed and laying me down with care. But the look in his eyes was feral.
“You’re bigger,” he murmured, kneeling beside me as he
pushed my dress up. “Fuller everywhere. You’re glowing.” His palms covered my
breasts, groaning low as he lifted them. “They’re so heavy now... and so
sensitive.”
I moaned as his tongue flicked against one nipple, his hand
cradling the other breast. His mouth was warm, relentless—sucking, teasing,
tugging until I writhed, thighs clenching. Milk hadn’t come in yet, but the
aching fullness of my breasts made the sensation almost unbearable with
pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, gripping the sheets. “Please
don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
His other hand slid down, fingers teasing the wetness
between my legs. “So ready for me. So swollen. You were made for this…for me to breed you.”
And then he was inside me—stretching me in that slow,
perfect rhythm he knew drove me mad. Even with how much we had sex, he always
filled me like it was the first time—deeper, wider, more intense.
“You take me so well,” he groaned into my neck. “So tight…
and you’re already carrying my sons.”
He fucked me until my body trembled beneath his, until
my belly shifted slightly between us and I could feel the press of his palm
there, cradling our growing family.
When he came, it was with a whispered prayer into my mouth
and a hand still playing with my nipple, teasing it through the aftershocks
until I cried out again.
Most nights were like that now.
We collapsed into each other late and rarely stopped until
dawn. Alarms would buzz and we’d pretend we had ten more minutes—ten minutes
that turned into an hour of tangled sheets, flushed skin, and my body wrapped
tightly around his.
Sometimes I woke to his mouth on me, his hands already
stroking my swollen breasts, teasing each nipple until I was moaning
half-asleep. Other nights, I’d ride him slowly, my belly pressing against his
chest, his hands cupping my hips like I was something holy.
And I felt holy. Desired. Worshipped.
Even as my body expanded, Matthew never looked at me with
anything but awe. His kisses were deeper, his touches rougher and sweeter all
at once. He adored every curve, every pound, every inch of my growth.
“You’re radiant,” he’d say, lips brushing my belly. “I’m the
luckiest man alive.”
And maybe he was.
But lying in his arms, twin heartbeats flickering strong
inside me, my body still trembling from our latest round of passion?
I knew I was the lucky one, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment