Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Slowly, Jorge drew his hands upwards from Kelli's thighs, savoring the gentle tremor that ran through her body under his touch. He paused momentarily when his fingers brushed against the soft skin of her lower abdomen, the swell of her belly a testament to the new life growing within her.
With a feather-light touch, he caressed her bare skin before continuing his tantalizing journey upwards. The fire of her desire danced in her eyes as he drew closer, her lips slightly parted, drawing Jorge in.
A shiver of anticipation trembled through her as Kelli's tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Her gaze fixated on the bulge in Jorge's pants, a hungry, lustful expression consuming her features.
"Kelli," Jorge murmured, barely able to keep his voice steady. "We shouldn't..."
But she was not to be deterred, her curiosity and lust overwhelming her sense of propriety.
With surprising assertiveness, she unfastened his pants and pulled them down, releasing his thick, hard cock.
He groaned in anticipation, the sound both a warning and an invitation.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, admiring the velvety texture against her skin.
Slowly, she began to pump her hand up and down, her grip tightening just enough to make Jorge gasp.
Her thumb swirled over the head of his cock, collecting a droplet of precum that coated her thumb in a slick, tantalizing film.
With a smoldering glance, she lifted her thumb to her mouth and sucked it clean, her eyes close as she savored the taste.
His breath hitched at the sight, could barely contain his passion. "Kelli, I don't think--"
"Shh, Jorge. Just let go."
And so, he did.
Kelli moaned appreciatively as she felt Jorge's thickness throb and pulse against her palm. She continued to stroke him, her grip firm yet gentle, driving him unapologetically to the primal edge of pleasure. Jorge let out a throaty groan, his muscles tense, his body rigid with need, as Kelli continued to tease him mercilessly.
Her own breath caught in her throat as the sinuous dance of desire coursed through her veins. No amount of discomfort from her pregnancy could dampen the intensity of her growing arousal.
He responded to her touch with a raw, visceral need. She loved the feeling of his girth expanding and filling her hand, the sensation almost overwhelming.
She wanted more.
In a single fluid motion, she scooted forward to the edge of the bed and pulled him towards her. He stumbled forward, allowing her to wrap her lips around his member in one swift motion.
His moan permeated the dimly lit room, joining the gentle whimpers and sighs that were already present. Kelli watched his face closely for any signs of discomfort.
She suckled deeply on his cock. She now was in control here. She would guide Jorge to pleasure her into labour.
With a firm grip on his shaft, Kelli's mouth explores every inch of Jorge's manhood, tasting the saltiness of his precum as it coats her tongue. She hums with satisfaction, skillfully sucking him between her soft lips and moaning her approval as he delves deeper into her mouth.
His primitive need to dominate is inflamed at the sight of her, on her knees before him, head bobbing in rhythm with her bobbing lips.
Waves of pleasure surge through his body, reaching for Kelli's skilled touch. Jorge reaches for a condom, quickly ripping the packet with his teeth and sheathes himself before surrendering fully to the lust augmenting between them.
She stopped and looked up at him and said, "Take that condom off. I want to swallow your cum. Ingesting cum helps with labor, correct? That's why I'm here after all!" she smiled confidentially.
The shock on Jorge's face was palpable, his eyes flickering with indecision. But when Kelli's hand snaked down between her legs, parting her swollen pussy lips with a single finger, Jorge couldn't resist the temptation.
With deft hands, Jorge removed the condom and tossed it aside, eyes locked on Kelli's now slickened digit.
Her muscles clenched, anticipation tightening within her like a bowstring, as he stepped closer still.
He pushed his cock deep down her throat and she greedily accepted the huge cock filling her mouth up. She was amazed at the girth of it.
Waves of pleasure and discomfort mingled as he pushed his cock deeper down her throat, knees shaking slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that threatened to spill. Jorge's eyes were dark with lust, watching as her cheeks hollowed, taking him in—all of him—down to the base.
"Fuck," he muttered, throwing his head back. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Kelli.
I can barely control myself," Jorge growled, grasping her hair tightly in his fist. With each thrust of his cock into her mouth, he hit the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex that only heightened the intensity of their taboo encounter.
A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbled down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, which bounced wildly with every movement.
Jorge fight to maintain control, his thrusts becoming more insistent as Kelli's mouth and tongue worked their mesmerizing magic around his thick, throbbing cock.
Jorge could feel the pressure mounting like a volcano about to erupt, exploding in a tidal wave of sensations as his release span closer. Kelli pumped faster, her hands eagerly working in tandem with her eager mouth.
Her fingers danced over Jorge's heavy balls, each gentle tug sending a shockwave coursing through his flesh.
He was close, so agonizingly close to losing himself, something he'd never imagined happening while assisting a woman through childbirth.
But Kelli was no ordinary client, and this was no ordinary session. Lost in the haze of lust and longing, he let it happen, unable to resist any longer.
Jorge wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, giving a few sharp pumps before his release overtook him.
Hot jets of semen spray across Kelli's face, her tongue darting out to taste each drop as it landed.
She swallowed proudly, savoring the musky, masculine flavor that coated her mouth.
Jorge shuddered, his entire body convulsing as ecstasy surged through him like a tidal wave.
Finally, he pulled away, breathing heavily, panting with the force of his release.
Orange-tinted candlelight flickered and cast deep shadows upon their flushed faces and bare chests.
For a long moment, they stared at each other in the dim light, cheeks glistening with the trace of their illicit act. Jorge recovered first, placing a gentle hand against Kelli's cheek and wiping away a strand of damp hair that had stuck to her face.
"We shouldn't have done that," he murmured, but the apology lacked conviction, and his eyes told another story. Kelli smirked.
"I know," she whispered in reply. She understood his apology, aware of the transgression they just committed. Yet she couldn't deny the thrill that surged through her veins.
Jorge leaned in, lips brushing against her ear. "But I can't pretend it wasn't extraordinary. Can you?" he murmured. His warm breath tickled her neck, sending shivers running down her spine.
She let out a shaky sigh.
"No, I can't," she confessed. "That was...incredible. I'm not sorry we did it, Jorge."
Kelli's confession sent sparks flying through Jorge once more, a sudden, burning hunger in his eyes as his gaze swept down over her exposed breasts. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue, a sweet reminder of the earth-shattering climax they had shared.
He trailed his fingers down her shoulder blade, following the curve of her spine and drawing gentle circles across her shuddering abdomen.
"Kelli I have worked with literally hundreds of woman but you? You are something different. You awaken a hunger in me that I have not felt in years. I promise you it will be a pleasure to induce your labor."
Kelli struggled to ignore the frisson of anticipation that shivered up her spine at Jorge's words.
He placed his hands on the small of her back, the heat from his touch warming her skin through the light fabric of her dress.
A wash of sadness washed over her as she thought of her one-night stand with a man whom she could barely even remember, but it was quickly replaced with a surge of determination.
It didn't matter that she was pregnant and alone. She refused to let societal expectations and stigmas dictate her life.
"Lay on the bed Jorge. I need you." she whispered.
" I need you to make me feel good. Show me how incredible it can be between us."
Jorge hesitated for only a moment, his eyes dark and full of desire. Then, he did as she asked and lay down on the bed, his muscular body stretched out before her like a feast.
Kelli crawled on top of him, she lifted her skirt and straddling his hips with her legs and pinning his wrists above his head with her hands. She lifted up and slid her pussy over his cock and stared at him with lust in her eyes. Jorge thought this woman is fucking amazing.
She had one hell of a way of getting what she wanted.
And he wanted nothing more than to give it to her, sinking balls-deep into her tight, wet heat.
But first, he would tease her just a little bit longer.
With his hands pinned above his head in Kelli's grip, Jorge couldn't help but smile up at her, his eyes gleaming with devilish intent.
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest and causing Kelli's heart to skip a beat in her chest.
She smiled and slowly pushed her hips up and down feeling his huge cock go in and out of her folds. She shivered at how good this felt. Not a bad way to start a birth she thought to herself.
This woman, Kelli Martinez, was drenched in sweat, her breathing shallow. Her pregnant breasts and belly were swollen, a stark contrast to the lean muscles that rippled beneath her skin.
He looked at her in her dress that showed plenty of cleavage as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her face was starting to show she was definitely feeling the pleasure ooze through her.
Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Jorge grinned at the sight of her, her curves, her sweaty brow, and flushed skin were driving him mad.
"Fuck, Kelli," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "You look so fucking hot right now."
The compliment only spurred Kelli on further. She leaned forward, her nipples brushing against Jorge's chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
She began to move her hips faster, grinding into him with a fierce intensity that made Jorge's heart race.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, muscles straining as he fought to escape Kelli's grasp so that he could touch her. She held him firm, though, her nails digging into his wrists as she picked up the pace.
Kelli's pussy clenched around him, her walls tightening and spasming as the familiar sensation of pleasure began to build within her. She felt her orgasm rising, a fire inside her threatening to consume her.
Kelli's pussy clenched and fluttered around Jorge's cock as he thrust in and out, each movement propelling her closer to the edge. And just as she felt herself tipping over the edge, she felt something else. A sharp, shooting pain in her lower abdomen.
As they continued fucking, Kelli begins feeling cramps in her uterus as labor is beginning. The pain was intense, a sudden, stabbing sensation that made her gasp and freeze. Jorge noticed immediately, concern etched across his features.
"Kelli, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
"I think...I think my labor is starting," she said with breathy smile. She continued to slide up and down on his cock and rode out the contraction.
Jorge hesitated, torn between accommodating this woman in labor and basking in the electric pleasure they were both experiencing. But Kelli seemed unbothered, determined to prove that the mind-blowing orgasm Jorge promised would assist in starting her labor.
Her breath hitched with each shuddering thrust, clutching the bedsheets with sweaty fingers. She threw her head back and moaned, riding the wave of pain as it morphed into an all-consuming pleasure. Jorge's body tensed beneath her, unable to do anything but follow her cadence.
She placed her hands on her belly. "Oh your cock feels amazing Jorge. I want this to last a long time." she said sexily. She slowed her pace down and went nice and slow.
Jorge felt his cock deep inside her and the heat of her pussy clutching him tightly. His heart was pounding in his chest, his hips bucking against her movements.
"Oh my fucking God, Kelli. This feels so fucking good," Jorge moaned, eyes screwed shut in bliss.
Her lips curved in a wicked smile as she started to pick up the pace again, her breasts rising and falling with the motion.
"Oh, don't you worry, Jorge. We're just getting started."
Jorge let out a growl as he bucked his hips up, meeting Kelli's thrusts with his own. He could feel the pressure building up inside him once again, every nerve in his body alight with pleasure.
With a cry of pure delight, Kelli leaned back, letting her long dark hair flow down her back as she ground her hips against Jorge's. Her swollen belly grazed his, an unexpected reminder of the precious life she was carrying.
She gripped the sheets, clenching the fabric with sweat-slicked fingers as another contraction coursed through her, her pussy spasming and fluttering around Jorge's cock in uncontrollable waves.
Jorge let out a guttural groan, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back his release, knowing Kelli's labor had only just begun.
Suddenly, Kelli's orgasm crested, a culmination of pain and pleasure that rolled into one fantastic, explosive moment.
She cried out, arching her back, her pussy pulsing and convulsing around Jorge's cock as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
Jorge grunted as he felt Kelli's contractions growing stronger, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He drove himself in deep and let go, releasing wave after wave of pent-up desire into her, filling her to the brim as her muscles rippled around him.
Jorge collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. He knew that this was only the beginning, that labor would be a process. As Kelli's body shook with pleasure, he marveled at the tension in her stomach.
Her contractions came stronger, shaking her like a storm. He waited only a moment before gently turning her on her side, rubbing her back, in search of the right spot.
He found it – the familiar curve of her lower spine.
Jorge pressed his thumbs into the tender muscle, working them in small circles, trying to relieve Kelli's discomfort. Kelli took a deep breath and groaned softly, her body tensing as another contraction surged through her.
But all she could think about was the euphoria she felt just moments ago, the way Jorge's cock filled her up completely, the inexplicable satisfaction she had in swallowing his load.
It was a perversion that Kelli could not help but revel in, the idea that she had sought this reckless act as a means of easing her into labor.
Jorge's experienced fingers pressed into the muscles at the small of her back. He began massaging them in firm, deliberate strokes, and Kelli couldn't help but purr in pleasure as he worked out the lingering kinks and aches. She shifted on the massage table, willing her body to relax once more.
She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at Jorge with a sly smile.
"That was amazing. I want to fuck you again, but I really feel the need to walk around outside. It will help bring the baby down. Can we do that?" she asked.
Jorge smiled, warmth in his brown eyes.
"Of course, Kelli. Let's take a little stroll through the garden. It's a beautiful night."
As they walked, the fresh air enveloped them, and the cool breeze gently caressed their sweat-drenched skin. The dim lighting from lanterns placed in the garden created a mystical ambiance. The haunting sounds of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the wind underscored the sinful pleasure of their shared moment.
She stopped and leaned against a tree. Another contraction coursed through her body.
Her breathing hitched, but she kept her focus on Jorge, handling the pain the same way she approached everything in life: head-on.
"You know, I'm still wondering if I should honor my side of the deal," Jorge mused, a playful glimmer in his eyes.
His fingers lightly danced along her spine in gentle, forgiving circles, seeking places untouched by stress and soothing away the remaining tension.
Kelli raised her eyebrows in surprise, mocking innocence.
"Oh? And what deal would that be?" she taunted, a cheeky smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
Jorge paused his massage, sliding his hands to caress the curve of her hips. Her bare skin was warm, supple, and begging to be touched. "You remember," he whispered, leaning in. "The deal where you promise to let me taste you if I helped you through your labor."
Kelli shivered, a little overwhelmed by the intense, carnal sensations his words invoked. "After the baby comes," she managed, biting her lower lip.
Her breaths had grown shallow, and her muscles tensed with each labor contraction that flowed through her body. "But first things first."
Forcing herself to push past the pain, Kelli captured Jorge's lips in a searing kiss that made his cock twitch with desire. She hooked her leg around his hips, pulling him close to her.
Jorge greedily accepted her invitation, wrapping his arms around her as their tongues danced together. His body trembled with excitement and anticipation.
He couldn't wait any longer to be inside her. Jorge pulled away from Kelli's mouth, leaving her breathless and begging for more.
Kelli leaned against the tree, eyes closed as a contraction tore through her body. Sweat poured down her forehead, drenching her hair and her dress.
"Jorge, I can't wait much longer," she groaned, shuddering. She felt another wave of pleasure radiate through her as her swollen sex clenched around nothing.
Jorge knelt between her splayed thighs, watching her with naked admiration and longing as he waited for the next contraction to pass.
"Fucking hell, Kelli," he whispered hoarsely. "If I knew this is what helping a woman through labor looked like, I would have considered becoming a midwife sooner."
Kelli laughed breathlessly between gasps, smiling at him with glossy eyes. Her feet rested on his shoulders as he knelt, the position was submissive, leaving her completely vulnerable and open to him.
Kelli couldn't help but breathe in and out heavily as she arched her back, pushing her swollen belly out.
Jorge let out a groan as he glanced at the swollen mound and felt the twinge of emotion bulge within him.
But as he looked down at Kelli's pussy spread wide open to him, he felt his cock harden and throb.
Desire coursed through his veins as he took her in, the softness of her skin in contrast to the gentleness of her curves.
His hands wandered over her body, caressing her swollen belly, still aching for release. Jorge shifted closer, ready to claim her and make her his once more before they welcomed her child into the world, but not before letting her know just how adored she was.
"Oh, Jorge, please," Kelli moaned, her words barely above a whisper. She writhed under him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Jorge leaned down to run his tongue up her neck, drawing an audible whimper from Kelli.
His lips met hers in a heated kiss, their tongues entwined as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Slowly, Jorge pulled away to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to make you feel so good, Kelli."
"Please," she begged between gasps, need threaded in every breath. "Do it, Jorge."
With a low growl, Jorge slid a finger into Kelli, their mouths colliding once more as he curled his finger, hitting a spot that made her hips buck uncontrollably.
Her mewls of pleasure grew louder, her breathing ragged as he increased the pace, reaching places she never thought possible with her belly so immensely swollen.
It was as if they were the only two people in the world, the intense pleasure they experienced, almost blinding.
Her fingers intertwined with his, but before she could utter a single word, Jorge pulled away, pressing his lips to her swollen belly.
"This little one is fortunate to have a mother like you, Kelli," Jorge whispered against her skin.
She smiled and then broke off the smile and got on all fours. She said, "Mmmm another contraction. Oh boy. This ones gonna be a big one. I can already tell. Oooooooo!"
Kelli grunted as the powerful contraction seized her body, causing her to arch her back in pleasure-infused agony. Jorge desperately tried to steady her, but Kelli shook with a violent force, animalistic and uncontrollable.
Grabbing hold of a nearby tree branch, she thrust her hips back against Jorge, relishing the fullness of his cock buried deep inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her onto him, the sensation of their bodies slapping together adding a delicious layer of gratification.
With a thrust, Jorge felt Kelli's inner walls tighten around him like a vice as she cried out in a primal scream.
As the waves of pleasure crashed through her, a sudden warm gush cascaded down Kelli's thighs.
Her water had broken, a milky-white substance pooled around her feet and the ground beneath them.
However, Kelli showed no signs of stopping, urging Jorge on with fervent moans and a feverish grip.
Jorge hesitated momentarily, his conscience conflicted between his duty as a midwife and the uncontrollable lust that consumed him at Kelli's insistence.
"Fuck, Kelli, your water broke," he stammered, barely managing to contain the rush of emotion at the realization.
But Kelli wasn't about to stop. The sheer hunger for Jorge's touch, the wild, chaotic thrill of their intercourse mixed with her labor, consumed her.
"Don't stop, please!" Kelli cried out, desperately needing him to keep going, despite the breaking waters confirming the obvious. "God, Jorge—don't stop!"
As if in a trance, Jorge took Kelli's plea to heart.
His hips snapped forward, driving deeper into her wet, quivering depths. A growl escaped him, feral and unrestrained, while the sound of their bodies slamming together echoed through the serenity of the garden.
Kelli's sex clamped down on Jorge's cock, milking him as the raging torrent of an orgasm consumed her. Each ripple of pleasure surged and intensified, a supernova of sensations bursting from her core.
As her cervix dilated almost completely, Kelli began going into the transitional phase of labor. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, struggling to ride the waves of pleasure and pain as another contraction bore down on her.
Jorge's grip tightened on her hips as he too felt her inner walls spasm and clench rhythmically, her orgasm seeming to synchronize perfectly with the contractions. It was a spectacle he had never witnessed in his years as a midwife, and yet the thrill of this experience with Kelli exhilarated him.
"Fuck, Jorge!" Kelli cried out, tossing her long dark hair as her back arched. A sheen of sweat coated her face and neck, and she bit her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut. Her breathing grew haggard, frantic. The baby would be here soon.
Kelli's water had broken, and Jorge knew the strong connection they shared — a cocktail of lust and love that neither could deny or resist — had also elicited Kelli's first true orgasm of this pre-birth encounter. But they both knew the main event was just getting started.
Jorge growled against Kelli's ear, savoring her rapid, shallow breaths as he plunged deeper into her weeping slit.
"If you don't slow down, Kelli, the little one will be here before we can even blink," he managed to say,although he himself was finding it hard to abide by his own advice.
Kelli whimpered as another soul-shattering orgasm overwhelmed her, something primal emanating from deep within her core.
"Goddamnit, Jorge...I need you...please! Keep going!" she cried out, sinking her fingers into the damp earth like an animal claiming her territory.
"Jorge, hurry. I feel so much pressure in my pelvis. I know I'll start pushing soon."
Jorge, lost in the ecstasy of their shared release, felt a jolt of alarm and urgency. His heart raced at the thought of being too caught up in the moment, forgetting his duty to help this woman through her labor.
As if snapping out of a daze, Jorge disentangled himself from their passionate embrace, stepping away from Kelli to gather his thoughts and refocus on the task at hand.
"You're right, Kelli. I need to prepare us for the final stages of your labor. Stay here. I'll be right back."
Kelli nodded, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her breath. Jorge returned a few moments later with a yoga mat and a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"Alright, Kelli, I want you to lie down on your back right here on this mat. It's thick enough to provide some comfort for your back and will prevent any dirt or grass from staining your clothes."
Kelli cautiously lowered herself onto the mat, wincing slightly at a twinge in her lower back.
"You know, Jorge, I'm not used to having sex like this...out in the open, outside. It's exhilarating but also strange somehow," she admitted with a soft laugh.
Jorge grinned, kneeling beside her and running his fingers through her dark hair. "You're a beautiful woman, Kelli. I want you to feel sexy and desired during this entire process. Trust me, it's not every day I get to help a woman as amazing as you."
Kelli blushed at his words, feeling a warmth flood her cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself, Jorge," she murmured, her hand finding its way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum against her fingertips.
Jorge's smile widened as Kelli's fingers traced the lines of his muscles, exploring his body with an intensity that made his cock stir.
Slowly, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands roamed up and down her sides, feeling the curves of her body and the smoothness of her skin.
He shifted closer, letting his thigh rest against her hip, and Kelli's body responded instinctively, pressing closer to him and deepening the kiss.
But as their tongues danced and their hands roamed, something shifted within Kelli. A sudden contraction gripped her body, pulling her focus away from Jorge's tantalizing touch.
"Oh!" she gasped, breaking the kiss and gripping the mat beneath her. She tensed, the muscles in her abdomen contracting as she grunted and bore down. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and she struggled to maintain control as her body took over.
Jorge's eyes widened as he watched Kelli's transformation, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and worry. He knew that this moment was a crucial turning point in the labor process, and he needed to remain calm and focused to help her through it.
"Kelli, listen to me," he said, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "This is your first pushing contraction.
Just breathe and push through the sensation. Feel your body opening up, preparing to birth a new soul into this world. I'm here for you, every step of the way."
Jorge's soothing voice washed over Kelli like a tide, guiding her through the intense pain that threatened to overwhelm her. She focused on his words while her body responded, bearing down and pushing with all her might as the first contraction subsided.
As the pain ebbed, Jorge's voice became soft and encouraging, turning the situation into something almost ethereal.
Kelly laid on the mat in the moonlight glistening with sweat. Her legs spread and her belly huge. Jorge thought to himself this woman is absolutely stunning. He ran his hands over her swollen belly and suckled on her nipples.
Kelli arched her back, moaning low as his tongue flicked over the hardened nubs. Jorge's skilled tongue and fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, bringing her to the brink.
Kelli's body shook as she climaxed once more, the release of her orgasm causing another powerful contraction to grip her.
"Ahhhh, fuck!" she cried, head thrown back.
He put his fingers into her folds and gave her nub a good rubbing. She lost herself in the pleasure and pain.
Jorge was a master of his craft - manipulating Kelli's body in ways she thought impossible. Her body writhed, overwhelmed by sensation. Kelli screamed. Her hands clawed at the grass beneath her. Jorge's touch drew forth a powerful response from her womb, and she arched her back, her belly taut as a bowstring.
She couldn't keep her legs still as they tremored and twitched while Jorge went to work, framing her clit between his fingers and massaging it faster and harder.
Her labored breathing grew more ragged as he skillfully sent her spiraling out of control. The baby's head was jammed into her pelvis, preventing Kelli from closing her legs, leaving her pussy fully exposed to Jorge's magical touch.
"Goddammit, Jorge, that feels so fucking good," she moaned, squirming beneath his fingers as his thumb mercilessly flicked her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Another gut-wrenching contraction took over, tearing through Kelli's body like a freight train. Her swollen belly heaved as she braved the flux of pain, cursing the fates of motherhood that brought such agony alongside immeasurable joy.
Jorge didn't falter, pressing on as an attentive midwife and seductive lover unmoved by Kelli's pleas or protests.
Jorge said excitedly, "Let's check your progress. You are still my client and I need to help deliver this baby! Oh yeah, I can feel the head. Kelli put your hand down there and feel it!
Jorge exclaimed, his warm chocolate eyes sparkling with excitement.
Kelli hesitated - unsure if she was ready to face the reality of the situation. But as another contraction hit, her curiosity got the best of her. She placed her hand between her legs, gasping when she felt the crown of a tiny, wet head nestled between her folds.
Jorge's strong, reassuring hands took over, skillfully supporting her perineum as he gently guided the baby's head into the world.
"One more push, Kelli.
That's it, just like that. I can see the head – fuck, you're doing so well," Jorge encouraged, thick with emotion.
Kelli's legs shook with every ounce of energy she poured into her body for this miraculous moment. Each powerful push brought her closer to meeting her baby, the reward unlike any other.
Yet, Jorge's taunting, playful fingertips kept coaxing and toying with her clit.
Kelli's eyes fluttered as another release threatened to break free, clouding her focus just as her child's head emerged, slippery and wet with Kelli's blood.
Jorge expertly eased the baby's shoulders out before Kelli's body gave one last almighty push, releasing the new soul into a world filled with their mother's raw, lustful pleasure and pride.
Exhausted, Kelli fell back onto the mat, her body slick with sweat and glowing in the pale light of the moon. Jorge's eyes filled with awe and reverence as he gently lifted her baby, placing the precious form on Kelli's chest.
"You did it," Jorge whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Still panting and quivering from her breathtaking climaxes, Kelli looked up at Jorge with llegiance in her eyes.
"Thank you," she breathed, exultant exhaustion in every word.