by Price, Jane
I arched my back as James kissed me. The tension I carried in my back was eased as James walked me over to my bed and pushed aside the pillows, carefully helping my unwieldy body to lie down. James stood, looking down at me as I lay flustered with my dress hiked up and my belly heaving.
He spoke, “You are so beautiful right now. Beautiful in a different way to how you were in my office.”
I glowed and replied, “You are even more handsome to me as the father of my child.”
James grinned and moved onto the bed, careful not to bump me. He was trying to be so careful around me, as if I could break and he had to treat me like a delicate china cup lest his baby be bumped.
I reached for him and pulled him into a firm embrace, “It’s okay, James, I won’t break. You can touch me; don’t be afraid.”
“God you’re so round,” James sighed as his hands, tentative at first, explored my body. “I love it.”
His hands went straight to my belly. He ran his hands over my roundness, lightly at first, then firmer as he grew confident when he looked at me in query and I nodded encouragement. Smiling, he cupped my belly at all angles, exploring the tautness of the skin. A hand found its way to my full, soft breasts and I reached down to touch his hardness.
“Oh!” I gasped as the baby began to move inside me.
I grabbed James’s hand and placed it firmly on my stomach where I felt the tumble and kick. “See!” I said excitedly. “Feel that! That’s our baby!”
“Wow!” exclaimed James as our hands held over the furry of kicks, causing a look of wonder on his face.
“Sasha,” James said lustily, “I want you…I want to have you while you carry our baby, and every day after.”
I reached for my senator and kissed him passionately, “I want you too,” I replied with desire.
James helped me out of my dress, as he had helped me out of my clothes before. But slowly this time, awkward over my large stomach. I was more impatient with James’s obstructions to me getting to his body. I had been living in this body for months, I felt comfortable and confident in expressing my desire. I helped yank off James’s clothes and soon we were naked and flushed together, lying in each other’s arms kissing and touching.
James pushed a hand between my legs, struggling a moment to find the best way around my new body. Kissing me, his fingers found where they remembered. I was wet and wanting, so long untouched. His fingers found me and explored me, looking for new sensations and changes as my hands made for his thick cock. I wanted to feel inside me what I remembered so vividly, what had given me pleasure like I hadn’t had before.
“I’m ready,” I murmured into his mouth, reaching again for him, urgently wanting him to relieve the built up ache inside me.
“Are you sure?” James asked with tender concern.
The cocky, brazen lover of the office had been replaced by a tender, considerate lover. I loved both equally, wanted both equally. I needed to guide James into finding his style in the new context of my swelling stomach and tender breasts.
I turned on my side and motioned for James to spoon me, “We can do it like this,” I said with direction.
James kissed my neck and ears and moved into position behind me. My body heavy and awkward, his strong and muscled. Soft and taut, strong and firm. We found our fit and James brought his cock to the entrance of me and pushed in with a firm, seeking thrust. I moaned and grabbed his hands and brought them to my swollen breasts; they just needed to be touched.
“That’s it, Sasha,” James whispered in my ears, “feel your senator giving you what you need, filling that ache.”
I moaned and pushed back on him, my rounder ass pushing softness against him that caused him to cry out in pleasure at the sensations of my changed body. We found our rhythm, a new rhythm, and began to make love. His thick cock stroked in and out of me, taking and giving pleasure. I thrilled to the familiar feel of being filled, being stretched. I felt filled over all, with swollen breasts, belly, and ass, and a swollen member inside of me.
James rocked his body back and forth with mine, thrusting his cock in and out of me steadily. Not teasing this time, but giving. Giving to me a release from the ache of desire and for him the release of built up frustration over missing me. He kissed me throughout, on my shoulders, my back, my neck, my ears. It sent shivers up and down my spine and into parts of me that hadn’t felt that way months ago in his office. Everything had changed in my body; it was like having sex for the first time, but with someone whose body I knew.
Our cries of pleasure mingled together in the air. He gripped me tighter, his hand firmly across my belly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, taking me firmer, harder. I cried out in pleasure, enjoying it, comfortable in myself and my secret pregnancy. He took me over and over, growing in confidence at my evident pleasure.
He cried into my ear, “I can’t wait any longer…I have to.”
And he reached around, reached beneath my roundness to my private space. His fingers found my clit and began to rub it like he had discovered how back in his office. He plunged his cock in and out of me as he insistently rubbed me to climax, causing me to buck back against him heavily and cry out in long-denied pleasure.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as he felt the pleasure run through me.
He took me then, hard, wanting, with determination for his own release. His cock thrusted in and out, in and out until he gripped me tight to him, one hand on my breast, one on my hip, and he released into me, released what months ago had put a secret baby in me. The joy from him was obvious, from his groan of satisfaction to the pleasure I felt course through his body.
He shifted his body out of mine and I sat up to turn around to face him. Every movement was a new one, compared to before. No longer was I a limber, young thing who could flip around to face a lover. We snuggled in bed, looking at each other. My belly sat between us and James stroked it softly, hoping to feel a kick again from his baby.
He stroked my roundness as he spoke. “You don’t need to keep this a secret, Sasha. This is our baby and the baby was made when two people connected. There is nothing wrong with that.”
I shut my eyes for a moment, the pain of the last lonely few months returning, “James, you say that from a position of power and wealth. People may forgive your scandals. I thought it was best to stay quiet to protect your career as well as mine. But staying with me and committing to this baby is quite different.”
James raised an eyebrow and looked puzzled, “How so?”
I sighed and grabbed his hand to put on my belly, “Well, I’m not your kind. You’re a senator, I am the daughter of a welder and nurse. Ivy League versus community college. You’re meant to date models and then wind up with a society beauty who is classy and perfect by your side.”
James laughed and my feelings felt injured, “Oh, Sasha, that may be the way for some in my world, but not for me. My parents have one of those kinds of marriages and they are miserable. I never wanted that for myself, some trophy wife and fake marriage. I’ll date whom I want, thank you, and that someone is you.”
Joy and relief flooded through me, everything I had been holding back. This was more than a fantasy realized, this was a life becoming real. A baby. A lover. A life together. A secret no more.
James moved down the bed and kissed my belly and looked up at me, “Sasha, will you marry me?”
Taken back by his question, my heart soared, “Yes, James, of course I will!”
James grinned and dropped kisses all over my round belly, where our baby lay curled up inside, safe in the knowledge it was a secret no longer.
I pulled James up to me for a lingering kiss, before breaking off, “It’s a boy.”
James smiled, ecstatic. “A mini me! You can have the next mini me, a girl.”
I laughed, taken aback, “Are you planning baby two before we have even married or seen the arrival of number one?”
James laughed wickedly
, “Hey, I’m a politician, I have big plans and I plan ahead. First stop, senator, next stop, the White House. First stop, a mini me for me, next one for you, and the third one can be for the nation.”
I laughed and kissed my man, knowing all was going to be right in the world for the three of us.
THE END
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BONUS MATERIAL
Bad Boy Attraction
Chapter 1
“Things are getting busy around here,” Allen commented as he looked down at his clipboard. He was standing in the hallway, right outside one of the examination rooms. Marshall looked up from his own clipboard, momentarily prying his eyes away from one of the charts he was trying to decipher.
“What, are you cracking under the pressure already?” Marshall grinned at his partner, before taking a powerful step forward and placing a hand on his shoulder. Their eyes locked as Marshall’s hand squeezed the other man’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”
Marshall made his way into one of the rooms where an elderly lady was waiting for him. As the door slowly closed shut, Allen could hear the barrage of questions she had for his colleague. It seemed every part of her body had some sort of ache she needed to complain about.
Allen shook his head, looking down at the paperwork again. They were booked full and the influx of work was only going to increase as their new clinic, A &M Medicine, became more known in the small town.
Since they were one of the only clinics in the area, all the locals were flocking to them. They wouldn’t be able to it all alone. Allen thought about this with a sigh before making his way to his next patient.
By the end of the day, both of them were exhausted. Marshall still wore a smile on his face, however, and looked just as fresh as he had when he turned up to the office that morning. Allen looked at him, trying to figure out how Marshall did it.
The tall man in front of him wore a tight fitting, purple dress shirt that showed off his amazing physique. His dark-brown hair was perfectly gelled to the side and his face seemed rather relaxed as he sat back in his chair in their shared office, nestled in the back of the small building.
“How do you do it?” Allen finally asked as he dropped his pencil on the desk and grabbed his coffee. While Marshall looked pristine, Allen sported a worn-out look from a long day at work and his face showed signs of wear.
His light-green eyes were tired and his short, sandy hair was ruffled from his constant toying with it in his moments of focus. Marshall chuckled as he crossed one leg over the other, his hands cupped around his knee. His eyes were intense as he noticed the coffee stain on Allen’s white lab coat.
“Do what?” Marshall lifted a well-groomed eyebrow in the man’s direction. It was obvious that Marshall was a lot more concerned with his looks than Allen dared to be. Allen often scoffed at Marshall’s playboy gimmick.
“Always look so put together,” Allen said, sighing as his hand reached up, rubbing the facial hair that had grown ragged along his jaw line. He was aware he needed to shave, but at the same time, he knew that once he got home, he would collapse on the couch and relax. Shaving would be the last thing on his mind.
“Call it a gift.” A grin spread over Marshall’s face as he got up and straightened himself out. Allen rolled his eyes at the answer. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Marshall declared after grabbing a cup of water and standing in the middle of the room.
He had one hand in his pocket while the other held the cup at chest level. In this stance, although relaxed, he commanded his surrounding area until Allen had no choice but look at him and give him his utmost attention.
“About what?” Allen questioned, this time supporting a quizzical face. The day had been such a blur that he could barely remember what he had for breakfast, let alone what their rushed conversations had been about.
“Us being so busy. I think I might just have the perfect solution.” Marshall took a step forward this time. He placed his cup down, before leaning forward and getting close to Allen, a sly look on his face, as if he were up to no good.
Allen clenched his jaw, expecting some ridiculous plan to come out of his partner’s mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time. The two men had gone to medical school together and during that time, Allen had learned first-hand that Marshall didn’t always make the best of decisions.
“Let’s hear it.”
“We can hire a nurse.” A grin spread over his face like an infection. His eyes were gleaming as he waited for his partner’s reaction. In his mind, the plan was fool proof and there was no way Allen would deny such a reasonable proposition.
“Why? So we can relive through what you did last time?” Allen shot an accusatory glance in Marshall’s direction as he got up. Taking a step forward, he closed the distance between them until he squared off to Marshall.
Allen was a few inches shorter than Marshall, but nonetheless, he made an effort to stand his ground. Marshall smirked slightly in response, thinking the show of dominance to be somewhat diminutive. Marshall had always been the leader of the two, and Allen the ever faithful follower.
“I’ll be good this time.” Marshall paused, as his lips curved into an almost seductive smile, flashing his pearly white teeth. Before he could say anything else, Allen bypassed him, stepping into the middle of the room.
“That only works on girls. Not me.” Allen retorted, trying to get the devilish smile out of his mind. He hated it when Marshall tried to make him bend to his will.
“But, if you promise to be good, it can’t hurt to put an ad out there.” Allen rationalized the plan in his mind, slowly coming to terms with what his partner requested.
“I promise.” The answer sounded painfully insincere, but Allen smiled to himself, believing that his partner would not go back on his word. “In fact, I’ll put in the ad myself.” His eyes crinkled with mischief as he sat down, firing up his laptop.
“Can’t you do this at home?” His voice expressed his fatigue. Marshall stopped his typing for a minute as if contemplating the choice.
“Okay.”
Chapter 2
A few days later, Marshall was looking through his email, checking all the applications he had received for his job posting. Most of them were older women who no longer wanted to work in the fast-paced environment of a hospital. He quickly deleted these candidates from his email with a frown on his face. He was sitting on the couch, a cup of hot coffee on the table in front of him.
“How’s it coming along?” Allen asked as he walked in, sitting down on the nearby loveseat with his own cup of coffee. He turned on their TV and laid back, enjoying the day off. He lived for the weekends when the clinic was closed and they had some time to themselves.
“No one suitable yet.” Taking a sip of his coffee, Marshall kept looking through the emails, his disappointment deepening. He had hoped for at least one cute nurse to make her appearance in the pool of applicants, but things didn’t look promising.
“I don’t believe you. You’re not denying people based on their looks alone, are you? This isn’t some dating site for your own, sick pleasure and gain,” Allen chided as he got up, about to look at his roommate’s laptop.
As he approached, however, Marshall moved away, keeping the laptop from his grasp. “You promised you would be good about this! Why did I believe you?” Allen shifted his disappointment to himself, something he did often when he got into arguments with Marshall.
“I am being good! I only want the best nurse for our clinic,” Marshall said, trying to defend his exclusive nature. It was true that he wanted a well-qualified nurse, but what harm would it do if she was good looking as well? As he got sidetracked, daydreaming about it, his guard dropped for a moment and Allen snatched the laptop.
As he sat down with it, his thumb flicked over a button and all of a sudden, the picture of a beautiful young woman appeared on the
screen. Allen stared at her a moment. She looked to be of mixed race: white and Asian.
Her skin was light and fair. She had shiny, black hair, cropped to a shoulder length that framed her face, making her high cheekbones even more pronounced. In the picture, her thin, pink lips were upturned in a delicate smile that made Allen’s heartbeat quicken in his chest.
Before he could read about her, Marshall managed to steal the laptop back. “Oh! I like this one.” He grinned, walking into the kitchen. He placed the laptop on the kitchen island and leaned against it as he stared at her. With a smirk on his lips, he scrolled down, reading her credentials. She was perfect.