Chapter 2: Chapter 2
As they reached the doorstep, the weight of Candi's burden seemed almost palpable. Her eyes darted nervously around the small entryway, scanning the space for a comforting sight—a family photograph on the wall, or perhaps even a vase filled with fragrant flowers. Yet, there was nothing but the familiar scent of bleach that hung heavy in the air.
Candi took a deep breath, steadying herself against the doorframe while Rob flicked open the keychain and inserted the appropriate key through muscle memory alone.
With a soft click, the lock disengaged.
There was something deeply sensual about the act of unlocking a door, releasing oneself from the confines of external reality and surrendering to the unknown within. The two exchanged fleeting glances, their connection transcending mere physical proximity. It was as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring them closer together.
"Thanks," Candi murmured, her voice barely audible above the wind gusting through the trees outside.
"Don't mention it," Rob replied, ushering her into the dimly lit hallway ahead.
As if guided by an unseen force, he instinctively led her directly to the master bedroom on the second floor. Candi breathed a sigh of relief upon stepping onto the plush carpet beneath her feet.
"Can you just sit and rest right here?" Rob asked, gesturing towards the neatly made bed covered in crisp white linens. Candi nodded weakly, sinking back onto the mattress with a tired groan.
Rob glanced around the room, taking note of the elegant furnishings, including a large walk-in closet and an en suite bathroom.
The walls were adorned with tasteful art pieces, while the ceiling featured a stunning exposed wood beam structure. He couldn't help but admire the tasteful design choices that permeated every corner of the space. Candi's delicate touch was evident everywhere, and he found himself admiring her aesthetic sensibilities even more.
"So, what can I do to help you get comfortable?" Rob asked, his voice calm and soothing. He didn't want to rush things, knowing that patience was crucial when dealing with a woman in labor.
Candi asked, "Could you give me a back rub?" She took off her dress and kicked off her shoes. She wore nothing but a bra that was too small for her swollen breasts and thong underwear.
As she lay on the bed, she let out long, slow exhales, her chest rising and falling like waves on a beach.
"Are you sure I can do this?" Candi asked, her voice cracking slightly.
As Rob gazed at her naked form, he saw a vision of loveliness, a sight that stirred his deepest desires. His heart pounded with excitement, his erection straining against his pants. He moved closer to Candi, placing one hand on her shoulder.
"Of course, sweetheart," he reassured her in a low whisper.
"It'd be my pleasure."
Rob rubbed circles on her back, applying pressure that gradually increased in intensity. As he did so, he couldn't help but marvel at the transformation unfolding before his eyes. Gone was the demure, composed woman he'd known; in her place stood a sensual, vibrant enchantress whose spirit resonated with raw, untamed power.
"Mmm, feels good," Candi purred, arching her back ever so slightly.
As his hands roamed over her flesh, he couldn't help but admire the way her skin responded to his touch—glistening with perspiration as if inviting further exploration.
"Is that making you feel better?" Rob asked, his voice low and husky.
"A little," Candi admitted, turning her head to look at him. "But these contractions..."
"I know," Rob interjected, his fingers continuing their sensuous dance along her spine. "But you're doing great.
" Rob's warm breath tickled Candi's ear as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. "The baby will be here soon. Just hang in there."
Candi nodded, gripping the sheets tighter. "I don't know how much longer I can handle this."
"You're strong, Candi. I believe in you." Rob squeezed her hand, his grip firm and comforting. "I'm here for you."
Candi shifted uncomfortably, wincing as another contraction gripped her. "I don't want to do this anymore.
I can't," Candi whimpered, gripping his hand with a vice-like grip.
"Shh," Rob cooed, running his other hand over her abdomen as the baby kicked furiously. "You're doing great. You're stronger than you think."
Candi shook her head vehemently, "No, I can't. It hurts too much."
"Look around you, babe," Rob reasoned, gesturing towards the opulent surroundings. "This is your home. This is where you belong.
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a scented massage oil. She handed it to him and said, "Here use this. It will make it easier"
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Rob accepted the bottle, uncorked it, and poured a generous amount onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together, warming the oil until it became a silken balm. The aroma wafted upwards, filling the air with a tantalizing blend of lavender and jasmine.
"Relax, darling," he murmured, swirling his palms over her shoulders. "Let yourself sink into the sensation."
Candi sighed softly, her muscles beginning to release their tension.
"Oh, that feels so good," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Anytime, love. Just take it easy and relax."
Candi felt a wave of comfort wash over her as he began to rub the oil into her skin. His hands were strong yet tender, each touch sending a delicious shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, letting the tension melt away as she surrendered to the blissful sensation.
"That feels so good," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
He smiled, his gaze locked on her lovely face. "You're welcome, sweetheart.
Candy said huskily,"I'm a smart woman and I've watching you stare at me. I know you want to fuck me. I just want to let you know that I'm totally good with that. It will ease the pain and be a pleasant distraction."
Rob's heart leapt at her bold admission. He hadn't expected her to put it out there so bluntly, but he appreciated her honesty. "Sweetheart, whatever you want," he replied, his voice betraying the nervousness he couldn't quite shake.
Candi smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Come here," she said, patting the empty space beside her on the bed.
Rob obliged, climbing onto the mattress and positioning himself facing her.
Candi looked up at him, her dark eyes shimmering with anticipation. She ran her fingers lightly up and down his arm, tracing invisible patterns on his skin. Their eyes met, and a spark ignited between them. Rob leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he confessed, his voice shaking slightly. "I've never been with a pregnant woman before."
Candi laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Neither have I," she teased, reaching up to cup his cheek.