Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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SLYDAR

"How's the pasta treatin' you, baby?"

She rolled her eyes at me, "You know exactly how the spicy noodles are treating me, Sly, so don't make me grumpy by having to tell you that it's doing a whole lotta nothin.'"

Why was Rory grumpy, you ask? Well, because it was two days past her due date, of course, and she was giant as a house, sittin' on the couch with me rubbing her swollen feet and thinking about kissing my way up her thighs again. Why again? Because three times today we'd been to pound town, me making a heroic effort to induce labor in my very pregnant wife by the tried-and-true methods we'd read about on stream. The Three Ps of Prolonged Pregnancy: Pasta, Penetration, and Patience.

The "patience" was the stupidest part of the article, but the spicy pasta and penetration had been going well. Early in the pregnancy, we'd entertained ourselves by trying all the positions we could find on stream. Some of them I decided were total baloney.

I mean one of them was called the "Laptop," and that was all well and good if your woman had legs from here to Milky Way. But how was anyone supposed to balance and move when their feet couldn't reach the floor? Totally impractical.

But as she got bigger and missionary was off the table 'cuz she couldn't be on her back like that, we were glad we knew so many alternate positions, and the sofa was one of the best. Either like we were now, with me on the floor and her on the edge, or with her back to me, holding on to the backrest of the couch, me behind her.

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Hmmm, what was it gonna be? I'd let her decide once I had her ready for me. Her pants off, she moaned, wanting my mouth to find its way further up her leg, so I complied like a good husband should.

She was my favorite taste and everything I wanted.

My lips closed over Rory, and she gasped like I knew she would, hands twisting my dreads, pulling me and pushing me at once. All I wanted in the world was to sink into her, but I'd give her a good time first, and it didn't take long.

Her body was so ready it broke in record time, and I stroked her with my fingers, kissing my way up her round belly and tasting her nipples. Cosmos, she was so beautiful, so swollen with want and need and life, and I couldn't stop rubbing her as she moaned against me.

Edge of sofa it was; I could tell she was ready and didn't want to bother moving, so I put more pillows behind her back and scooted her forward, sliding in, groaning against her and moving in the rhythm we both needed.

Just like always, her thoughts went to one thing: my cock, thick with need and what it would give her when I crested. She clamped down on me, and I couldn't hold back. The release tore us both in two, and we gasped our satisfaction, holding each other so tight that we forgot to breathe.

We came back down, smiling and wondering how much longer we'd be doing silly things like fucking on the sofa multiple times a day. Both of us laughing, I helped her get dressed again. We could feel him, our little guy, and he was just a little ball of contentment, not really aware of anything but the fact that there were two minds surrounding him, loving him and looking forward to meeting him.

As I pulled on my pants, Rory let out a surprised, "Oh!" My eyebrows rose in a question, but my mind picked it out of hers: her water broke.

Cosmos! Her water broke! Sands below and stars above! The baby! He was coming! I ran to the door where the bags were already waiting. No, I ran to the bathroom to get our toothbrushes. No wait, my wife was sitting on the couch in a puddle. I ran back to her, but she was laughing and holding her belly, wriggling her way off the sofa.

She sent a picture of her pad to my mind, and I remembered the plan: call Dr. Quail first. Right. I did that and let Doc know we were headed to the hospital, then I finished all the other steps which mostly included packing Rory and the bags into a porter. Then I sent a message to our friends and families that we were gonna have a baby very soon.

Once we were on our way, I turned off our pads, and we both locked down our telepathy so we could focus on what came next. And boy oh boy, were we surprised at how that went.