I am partly turned on, knowing that at any time the doctor can walk in and see my husband, bent over slurping his tongue back and forth, lapping up my leaking pussy like a cat to milk. I try to convey to him that I can’t take much more, but with lace in my mouth, it is a moot point. I just lay here, writhing in the stirrups I am in, holding his head, pushing him further into me, needing him to do more than dive, but I am also trying to push him away. He ignores and pushes his thumb inside my ass, moving all areas at once. His other hand, the one not torturing me, begins to pull my nipples, twitch them and uses the slick juice from my wet, hot cunt, and rubs it on them. That is the last straw. I busk against his hand and fingers and my body splinters apart. A haze of nothingness, of mind-blowing stars and sparks shoots through me and behind my eyelids before I finally go limp, my breathing labored and rapid.
Pulling my panties out of my mouth, he continues for a few more minutes, filling me up with his fingers as his tongue brings me down. His hand never stops rubbing my own sticky cream over my nipples. “Good girl, Philli.” he moves up my body, his tongue sucking my nipple into his mouth, moving from one to the other moaning at the taste of me he rubbed across my overly sensitive tits. He moves up, his mouth entangling with mine, sharing my taste with me, loving me, and bringing me back from wherever he just floated me off too. He pulls my gown down and kisses me one more time. It was just as he was straightening out his clothes, that the doctor came back in. Even though he didn't undress, it was clear something more went in here. Thank goodness she ignored it.
“Well it seems we have the culprit.” she begins saying. I feel Cord as he squeezes my hand, letting me know he is with me no matter what. Just that simple touch, calms my beating heart. “You are pregnant.” My ears have a slight buzzing noise in them. That made me misunderstand what she said. Right?
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you.” I tell her. I spare a look at Cord out the corner of my eyes and he stands there, shock noticeable in his face.
“I said, you are pregnant. According to the blood test, you are about twelve weeks.”
“That has to be a mistake. I mean twelve weeks is three months. How would I not have known in all that time?” I still can’t get out of this fog.
“That is more common than you think. It is not until about this time that the symptoms that alert you start. The vomiting, the sensitive breasts, the exhaustion. If you have been dealing with large amounts of stress, that could also mask the symptoms. Would you like to see an ultrasound?” I simply nod my head, words befalling me as I try to take this all in. Cord looks at me, he apparently cannot speak either.
I watch her pull the machine into the room still in wonderland. I find it humorous that she also brings a chair in for Cord. Yea. He might need it. Hell, I would too if I weren’t already laying down. She puts some gel on my abdomen and a few moments, I hear the heartbeat. It isn’t until this moment that it becomes real. “Cord.” I whimper, squeezing his hand.
“I’m here baby. I’m here.” he kisses my head.
“See right there, that is your baby. You can see some of the limbs forming. There is the heart. It is still too early to see the sex, but in a few weeks, if you want to know, we can do another one.” She begins to shut everything down. “Would you like a picture of it?” she asks, smiling at the current state of me and Cord.
I manage to croak out a “yes” before the tears begin.
“I am going to give you two a second.” She walks out the door and I pull Cord into my arms.
He grabs both my hands, kissing them as he looks at me. “We’re having a baby, my love. A little piece of you and me.”
“I... I know. I never thought it would happen. I am going to be a mom.”
It hits me even harder at that moment as he bends down and kisses my stomach. “Hey little man, I am your dad. We have been waiting a long time for you.” That doesn’t help my emotional state. I can’t seem to stop crying.
Eventually, the doctor comes back in with the picture and we leave. The ride home is silent as we both soak it all in, that everything we have ever wanted is here. Once we get inside, neither of us speak. Cord begins undressing me, his eyes, love and worship inside of them. He kneels down, removing my shoes and pants. Before my panties are removed, he kisses my stomach one more time, before pulling off my panties.