-by branchedtwig@fictionpress-

 

 

Nora gave a gasp and arched her body as Thomas pressed his hard, warm body against her own, suckling at her neck. She ran her fingers down his broad, well-muscled chest, causing him to moan and pull her even closer to him. He pulled away slightly and dipped his head to her breasts, which were artfully covered by his arm, and swirled his tongue around a hard nipple. One hand snaked down, over her bulging belly, to fondle her there. Nora moaned, and she was hardly acting. She arched her back as far as she could as Thomas’ other hand cupped her full breast in his hand, fondling and moulding it.

 

“Rose… You’re beautiful…” He kissed her already swollen lips passionately, whispering, “Perfect.”

 

He positioned himself at her entrance and rubbed himself against her. Nora arched even more, pressing her body flush against Thomas’, and experienced a curious tingling sensation in her belly. She ignored it and continued acting. “Jack…” she moaned sultrily, entangling her long, slender fingers in his thick hair. Still in his boxers, Thomas thrust himself against her entrance, and Nora arched even further. All of a sudden, the tingling sensation erupted into a painful squeeze. Nora gasped. “Jack…” she whispered in a completely different tone, “I… the baby… water… My water just broke.”

Thomas nuzzled her neck, rubbing his huge arousal against her wet entrance. Nora jerked against him to get his attention, which only made him even more aroused. “Jack! My water just broke!”

 

Thomas’ eyes, half closed, sprung wide open. They darted from her face to her huge stomach repeatedly. “Wha…What?”

 

Nora grimaced. “You heard me – Ow!”

 

Thomas seemed to regain his senses and moved himself off of her. “What is it?”

 

“Contraction…” she whimpered.

 

“Cut! Okay that was a wrap.”

 

Thomas sighed in relief, sitting up on the bed slowly. “The things you do to me, Nora. I’m going to have to have a cold shower immediately, or I’ll never get through the rest of th – ”

 

He was cut off by the director. “Hey we still have time. Let’s finish the scene where Rose has the baby. Chop chop!” Turning to his assistant, he instructed, “Get the props and everything ready in twenty.” Raising his voice, he shouted, “You all have a half hour break. Thomas, go get a cold shower or something. Make it snappy.” Following that, he left with the crew, presumably for coffee.

 

Thomas turned to Nora, who was still lying on her back and breathing deeply. Her hands were on her enormously pregnant stomach. “Hey Nora, what do you say to a quickie? Would probably get rid of this,” he gestured toward the huge bulge in his pants, “more effectively and take a far shorter time.”

 

Nora looked up at him and smiled seductively, once again ignoring the growing pain in her belly. “Sure, honey. Only you’d better move quickly, you just lost about two minutes talking there.”

 

Thomas removed his boxers quickly, releasing his impressively erect member. He made to settle himself, grunting as it strained toward his belly button, then hesitated. “Nora, maybe we’d better not. I heard that sex can make very pregnant women go into labor. Especially the way we have sex…” He drifted off and unconsciously thrusted a little against Nora’s belly. “You’re already nine months pregnant after all, and expecting twins… And you’re past your due date by…” he frowned as he calculated mentally. “…two weeks?!” His eyes grew wide. “Goodness gracious, Nora, you’re nine and a half months pregnant!”

 

Nora rolled her eyes. “Three weeks,” she corrected. “Don’t be silly. Come on.” She arched her body for good measure and to show him how aroused she was, and a dull pang settled in the depths of her belly.

 

Thomas grinned. “You’re the best wife that ever lived,” he whispered huskily as he covered her body with his own. Nora spread her legs. “You’ll need to open wider, darling,” he chuckled as he pushed her long, gorgeous legs even further apart. The twinge in Nora’s stomach intensified, and she gave a little start, which did not go unnoticed by Thomas. “Nora? What is it? Is it the babies?” A panicked look appeared in his eyes. “Are they coming now?” He ran his hand over the large expanse of smooth rounded skin, letting it trail down to between her legs. Nora moaned and shook her head. “They’re overdue, and I don’t think they’ll be coming today after not coming for two weeks already.”

 

He gave a small smile. “If you’re sure.”

 

“I am. Now do me already!”

 

Thomas dipped his head down to kiss Nora deeply, his large, rough hands caressing her huge breasts tenderly. The friction caused Nora to arch against her husband, enabling her to feel his rock-hard erection even more acutely. “Nora…” he moaned huskily. She arched again, pulling his hips down to hers. “Please, Thomas, I need you. I want you.” She arched again, her breasts heaving and heavily pregnant belly pressed against her Thomas’ well-defined body.

 

Thomas acquiesced without a word, easing himself into her tight entrance slowly, and plunged in with a sudden movement, groaning throatily, resulting in a loud moan from Nora. “Thomas…” she gasped, arching her back. “Faster, please, f..faster.” Thomas grinned down at his flushed wife, and pushed into her with more intensity. She moaned loudly, her walls clenching around his throbbing member. He moaned as well, and lost all reservations. “Nora… You’re so hot… wet… tight… Perfect,” he panted, pounding into her with long, deep, powerful strokes. He caressed her soft body, his hands roaming every inch of her, while entertaining her with his dynamic, forceful thrusts.

 

She was reaching her release, he could feel it. Her walls held a vice-like grip on him; he knew his own release could not be far off, just a few thrusts away…

 

Eager to reach his peak, he pounded harder and faster, until the four-poster bed shook with his efforts. He pulled Nora closer to him, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and rocked her hips to match his enthusiastic thrusts. Suddenly, he felt Nora flinch. Startled, he stopped, albeit a little reluctantly. “Nora? What is it?” Her eyes were clenched shut, and her face was flushed. She shook her head in reply, and Thomas felt the grip she’d had on his erection tighten. Moaning, he plunged into her again. He tried to pull her hips closer, but the enormous pregnant stomach wouldn’t allow it. So he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and pounded into her. Still a no-go. More, he needed more.“Thomas…” Nora moaned, arching. Her belly was really starting to hurt now, but she wanted her release badly, oh, so, so badly. Encouraged by her breathy voice, Thomas thrust in with a renewed vigour. “Uhh! Thomas! More, please!” She was reaching her pinnacle, just a little more…

 

Desperate, Thomas drew out all the way, drawing a protest from Nora. Then he plunged back in all the way, hitting home immediately. Nora let out a loud, throaty moan as she felt her release. Thomas felt her pussy walls clench him tightly, and pounded harder into her. He grabbed her bottom and pulled it toward him as he gave a final thrust – and let out a loud moan of ecstasy. He thrust into Nora another time, and she let out a cry. Thomas moaned. She was so wet… far wetter than usual…

 

“Thomas,” Nora panted, her panic evident in her voice. “Thomas, my water just br– ”

 

“Shush, they’re back. Come on, get dressed.”

 

“But I – ”

 

“Are you ready for the next scene? Nora, no, stay on the bed, we can film it from here. Everyone at your positions? Ready, take, action!” the director cut Nora’s protest off and barked the orders in five seconds flat.

 

Nora made to get up, but a contraction cut through her and she grimaced in pain, clutching her stomach. From the corner of her eye, she could see her director nodding in approval. She struggled to remember her lines. “Jack…” He looked panicked. “Jack… get the doctor. Quickly!” She clenched her eyes shut as another wave of contractions hit her.

 

Looking appropriately stunned, Jack ran out of the ‘room’, leaving Nora alone on the bed. The contractions were killing her. It didn’t help that the twins were kicking really hard, either. Or that the woman she was playing was only supposed to be pregnant with one child. Not two. And then there was the fact that she wasn’t supposed to go into labor for real…

 

A short while later, the 'doctor’ arrived. “The baby is finally here! Aren’t you excited?” She said chipperly as she went about her 'examination’ on Nora. Jack hovered around the bed anxiously.

 

Nora managed a weak smile. “Yes, I am. But the contractions are – ARGH!” she gasped in pain as the contraction cut through her. They were seconds apart now; one would hardly end before the other would come upon her.

 

“Rose, are you alright? I’m right here.” Thomas gave her hand a comforting squeeze. Too bad he didn’t know she was in labour for real.

 

Nora was suddenly overcome by an overwhelming urge to push. “Doctor,” she gasped as yet another contraction hit her senseless. “I… the baby…”

 

The 'doctor’ looked a little flustered; that line wasn’t in the script. “Right. Sir, your wife is ready to push.”

 

“CUT! That was a wrap. Great job, Nora, your expressions were –” the director suddenly noticed that Nora had a pained expression on her face. “Nora? Are you alright?” She shook her head, clutching her stomach tightly. She gasped and bit her lip, hard, in pain, as the pain sliced through her huge belly.

 

“Thomas…”

 

He looked alarmed. “Nora, are you alright?”

 

Again she shook her head. “I… I wasn’t kidding when I said my water burst, Thomas. AHH!” she cried out as the twins kicked simultaneously with the arrival of a contraction.

 

“Shit.” Thomas gathered her up in his arms and kissed her forehead. “You’ll be alright darling.” Raising his voice, he asked someone to call for a taxi.

 

It arrived 5 minutes later.

 

Thomas laid his wife gently in the backseat before getting in with her. “The hospital, hurry!” Nora whimpered in pain as he instructed the driver.

 

“Breathe, Nora, breathe. In, out. In, out.”

 

Nora focused on her husband’s voice, trying to distract herself from the pain on the way to the hospital. “It hurts…I.. I have to push,” she whimpered. “Shhh… It’ll be fine Nora. Look, we’re here!”

 

Just as she was placed on the bed, Nora gave a cry of pain and bore down hard. The pain was excruciating. “Come on Nora, you can do it. Push darling. For me, okay?” Thomas tried to soothe her the best he could. Nora scrunched her face up and bore down. “Very good,” her doctor praised. “Look, the baby’s crowned! Just a little more, Nora!”

 

Nora squeezed Thomas’ hand so tightly, she thought she must have cut off his blood supply. She gave one last push, before a loud wail echoed around the delivery room. She slumped back in relief.

 

“It’s a boy!”

 

“Did you hear that, honey? We just had a boy!” Thomas kissed his wife, overjoyed. But Nora scarcely had time to reply him before another contraction overtook her. She bore down in pain. “I can’t do this!”

 

“You can do it, Nora, go on, push!” the doctor encouraged. Thomas nuzzled her cheek. “Push, Nora.” Encouraged, Nora pushed as hard as she could and was rewarded by a startling cry. “It’s another boy!” Nora smiled in exhaustion and relief. She lay her hands on her belly, and suddenly felt a twinge. Wha…? Suddenly another wave of contractions hit her, until she cried out in pain.

 

The doctor, surprised, examined her. “Nora, you are having quintuplets!” she exclaimed. “Three more to go, come on.”

 

“What?” Nora was shocked, but not for long, because another contraction hit. She made to bear down and push, but her doctor stopped her. “I think you’d best try to hold it in first, my dear,” she said kindly. “Or it’ll hurt like a real bitch after you’re done.”

 

Thomas massaged Nora gently. “You’re doing great, Nora. I love you,” he whispered into her ear.

 

“Just get them out of me!” she said, too spent to yell. The contractions were intense and were on top of one another, so that Nora couldn’t rest for even a moment before one overtook her. “Can I push now?” she shouted at her doctor.

 

“Well… yes. Would you have more motivation if I told you I lied about the quintuplets, that you are only having triplets?”

 

“What?!” Nora stared at her doctor in shock, who smiled and said, “It’s my method of encouragement, dear. Now come on, bear down and push!”

 

Then a particularly painful wave of contractions hit Nora, and she could do nothing but bear down and push… “Thomas, I am never having any children again,” she panted through her contractions. He only smiled into her hair.

 

“Push! Come on! Just a little more!”

 

Nora bore down one last excruciating time and was rewarded with a beautiful cry.

 

“You have a girl!”