Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
He added another finger but kept up the slow rhythm, allowing me to savor the sensual stroking of my inner walls. He began to curl his fingers when they were deep inside me, brushing a spot that made me clench every time he touched it.
“More,” I gasped against his lips. Samuel pulled out his fingers, to my disappointment. He stood with me in his arms and put me in the armchair before he got out of his shirt, revealing his six-pack and a myriad of scars.
I dragged my eyes over his body, my mouth practically running dry when I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, then slowly pulled down his pants and briefs. His erection bobbed out, hard and glistening at the tip. I immediately leaned forward, grabbed it, and took it into my mouth.
Samuel hissed, grabbing my head. “God, Emma. While this feels like heaven, this isn’t what I had in mind right now.”
I pulled back, raising my eyebrows. “No?” A teasing smile pulled at my mouth.
Samuel groaned, stroking my head. He didn’t stop me when I sucked him into my mouth again and took care of him for a while. Eventually, he gently pushed me back. He picked me up again and settled back on the armchair. I gave him a curious look, wondering what he had in mind. We hadn’t tried me being on top yet, for obvious reasons. I couldn’t support myself with my legs, but I trusted Samuel. He’d know what to do and would make sure not to put me in an uncomfortable position. Samuel leaned back until I lay with my back against his stomach. He put his feet down on the ground for leverage, then lined his cock up with my pussy and entered me by shifting his hips upward.
I moaned deeply as he filled me completely. This position didn’t allow as deep penetration as some others, but I loved being pressed up to Samuel, and it was more comfortable for me with my belly. Samuel hooked my legs over the armrest and wrapped his arms around me as he claimed me slowly.
I tilted my head to the side until our mouths found each other.
Before we had dinner, Samuel dumped the wine in the sink. I was proud of him for resisting despite being faced with temptation.
Later in bed, when I lay in his arms, I told him as much.
He kissed my temple. “It’s nothing.”
“But it is. It takes enormous strength. I’m really proud of you.”
My doctor pursed her lips. “Due to the nature of your injuries, you probably won’t feel labor pains the same way as someone without them does. You might feel them only one-sided or not at all, though I don’t think the latter will be the case.”
“But I will know when I’m in labor, right?”
“I’m sure you’ll feel something as you’re not a paraplegic. But there is still the option that your womb can’t produce contractions at all, which is why I’d recommend a C-section.”
I nodded, trying to assure myself that it would be fine. I didn’t want a C-section. I had endured so many surgeries in my life. I didn’t want to have to go through one again unless necessary. “And I will be able to push the baby out? To give birth naturally?”
“At this point, I can’t give you a definite answer. The risk of complications would definitely decrease if you opted for a C-section.”
“So you think it’s safer for the baby?”
She nodded. I sighed, then glanced at Samuel, who had simply listened. I knew he was in favor of a C-section because he worried for the baby’s and my safety, but he wanted me to decide.
“It’s your decision.”
“If this is about you being scared of witnessing the C-section, there’s still the option of anesthesia.”
I hated feeling helpless, so that wasn’t an option. Despite my anxiety, I agreed to have a C-section two weeks before my due date.
I woke up, not sure why. Something felt off. I blinked into the dark, listening to Samuel’s reassuring breathing beside mine, glad for his presence. Glad that the days I’d find him in his office drunk in the middle of the night were over.
I pushed myself to the edge of the bed, then froze because the sheets were wet. I swallowed. Has my water broken? “Samuel,” I whispered.
He stirred immediately, and the bed shifted. “Hmm?”
“I think my water broke.”
The lights came on at once. It took me a few heartbeats before I saw Samuel. Then I glanced down. The sheets were definitely wet.
I touched my belly. It was very hard. I didn’t feel what I’d consider labor pains, more a sort of strong cramping and pressure.
“Are you in labor?”
I listened into my body, searching for signs. I felt full. As if I needed to go to the toilet for a shit. “I feel pressure. It’s bearing down.”