I washed myself the best I could, using a couple little tricks I’d picked up in one of my dads-to-be internet groups using a washcloth on the shower floor to help wash my feet and using a hand towel to kind of shimmy my back clean. I was looking forward to the day when I could reach all of my back again, where I could see my dick without a mirror, and when I didn’t have to worry about getting up again if I bent or squatted down too low.
My shower completed, I wrapped a towel around myself and sat on the bed, trying to get the energy to finish drying off. It was a big old fail. Giving up, I fell back onto the mattress, my feet bent over the edge of the bed, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was to find my mate yanking the towel off me.
“Honey, you can’t sleep in a wet towel.”
“I didn’t mean to.” I knew better than to lie flat on my back for too long. Learned that one the hard way.
“But you did.” He kissed my belly. “Let me help you up, and we can get this towel out from under you.”
“Phelan? Tell me the truth. When you came home, did you think I looked gross lying here like the size of a bus?”
“No, my sexy mate, I did not.” He kissed my belly again. “Want me to show you what I thought when I came in, seeing you like this?”
Before I could respond, his finger traced a line up my cock.
“I see by your cock’s response that you do.”
One second I saw him looking at me like I was the most delicious dessert he was ever going to consume, and then he was gone. Not only could I not see my own dick, my belly far too big for that. It also meant I couldn’t see my mate now that he’d squatted down. But I didn’t need to see him to know what he was doing.
His tongue licked up my length, down it, and up again, swirling at the tip before taking me inside, deeper and deeper until I hit the back of his throat. I nearly came at his first trip down my cock.
He sucked in deep as he pulled up my length, then pushed back down, making yummy sounds that let me know how much he was enjoying this. Up and down, and up and down he went. My orgasm was so close. Just as I was about to come, up and off my cock he went with a pop.
I whimpered at the loss of his warmth, but his mouth didn’t leave me for long. He kissed the inside of my thigh, his soft little kisses trailing up and onto my belly where I could once again see his face.
“You can’t stay like this,” he said. “Your legs will fall asleep.” Honestly, I was surprised they hadn’t already. “Let me help you up. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take care of you.”
He had me grab his forearms as he grabbed mine, and he pulled me to stand. He took the towel away, and he’d been right, my legs were wobbly at first.
“Where do you want me to be when you come?”
My initial reaction was for him to get his mouth back on me. It felt so good, but it wouldn’t be enough. Not when I’d been so hard and ready for him all day long. I needed his knot.
“Knot me, alpha.”
We’d tried multiple positions for sex as I got further into my pregnancy, and the ones that worked the best this far along was either me standing bent over the bed with my feet on the floorand him coming in from behind or me being on my side on the bed with him as the big spoon. The way my legs were feeling, the first wasn’t an option.
He must have thought so too, helping me onto the bed and putting a pillow between my knees. You’d think it would make it less sexy, being so careful and figuring out positions like it was an Ikea instruction manual, but it was somehow hotter. It meant that he was thinking about me and what would be best for my body with every single movement, and there was something so fucking hot about that.
He kissed my shoulder and added a little bit of a bite to it, as his fingers went down my body and started teasing my entrance. I looked forward to the day when we could lie in bed and kiss each other without a neck cramp and when he didn’t have to do some sort of weird acrobatics to get to my lips without mushing my belly. But there was something so intimate about this that I knew I was going to miss it.
“Omega mine, you’re so slick, so ready,” he murmured.
“I’ve been ready for you all day. I need you so bad. Don’t waste time.”
And he didn’t. He stretched me with one finger, then two, then three, before lining himself up behind me and sliding in. There weren’t a lot of big motions, no bucking into me and slamming in and out until I couldn’t remember my name, not from this position. It was a slow slide in and out.
He reached around me, taking my hard length in his hand and jerking me with each motion, his lips kissing my shoulder blades.
“Yes, alpha. Like that.”
I got lost in it, until there was nothing left but the feeling of the two of us joined together. My orgasm came quickly. How could it not? I’d been edging myself all day just thinking about him.
“Knot me, alpha, knot me!”
His body stilled as he filled me with his seed, his knot growing. “I love you,” he whispered. “Never forget that.”
