211. FIVE MORE MINUTES

211. FIVE MORE MINUTES
KADE
Seline is now in her fifth month. Her bump had grown. It’s not invisible anymore.
“My tummy won’t stop expanding.” She says, throwing every outfit from her closet out. “None of them fits me. I look like a fat cow.”
I give up on telling her how beautiful she looks, carrying my twins in her womb, how ethereal she looks, how she attracts everyone’s attention in the room without lifting a finger.
Seline has gained weight. She was always skinny, so I never got to see her with full cheeks and a round face.
But now, I can’t just stop looking at her. She looks too cute. I couldn’t stop kissing her every chance I got.
“What am I gonna wear?” She muttured, hands on her hips, nostrils flaring, and eyes brimming red.
I walked to her slowly and touched her hips.
“Don’t,” she warned. “I am very angry with you right now. Layla was right. We could have talked instead of doing it like the—,”
“Lovesick fools we are?”
She turned abruptly, her fists flying in the air. I caught her wrists and slammed her against the closet door, pinning her hands above her head.
Her eyes had gone wide.
There were two things she hates the most right now—that she was growing every day. The deeper insecurity is that I wouldn’t find her attractive anymore. She jokes about becoming bigger than me.
But she was so fucking small. Her body fits in my arms perfectly.
The next thing is not being strong enough to defend her family when the threat comes.
She may not be physically strong. The twins are rapidly wearing her out. But her brain, the way she thinks, is unstoppable.
“Don’t,” She warned again.
I moved closer, my erection digging in her thighs. Seline gasped as if it were the first time she had felt it. “No fucking way.”
I leaned closer, my head hung low to look at her, and she had to raise her head to look at me.
“Why are you so angry?” I asked her.
“Look. At. Me. I am growing. Everyone will laugh at me.”
“You never cared about anyone before.” I reminded her.
“I still don’t.” Her voice became low. I wouldn’t have heard if I weren’t so close when she said, “They will laugh at you.”
“Why would they laugh at me?” I asked her, tilting her face by her chin.
“Because I am big.”
“Is being big a bad thing, Seline?”
Her face became red with anger. “No. I would never think that way.” She said. “But things work differently in your world. So, forgive me for feeling insecure.”
I moved forward, leaving not even an inch of distance between us.
“Do you really think you are big?”
She looked at me, then around us, and then back at me.
“No.” She whispered.
I moved closer, so close that her entire body is flushed against mine.
“You do this to me,” I rubbed myself against her thighs.
My wife sucked in a breath. “Do you have any clue how hard you make me just by looking at me with those eyes? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands to myself every time you walk into a room, wearing my shirts and taunting me with your bare legs.”
I lifted her in my arms, making her legs wrap around my waist. Seline gasped, but she quickly adjusted. Her hands are still pinned against the door. I squeeze her thigh, my tongue darting out to taste her skin.
“I am going to fuck you now, and you're going to stay still and take what I give you. You will do that, won’t you?”
She nodded eagerly/ Her eyes were ablaze, her skin felt like it’s on fire, she was warm everywhere, and I was starting to lose my mind. I haven’t had her in four hours. Too long.
Too fucking long.
My mouth found hers. Every cell of my body comes alive.
Her dress spiked up. My fingers grazed her panty line. Seline moaned into my mouth.
She was trying to say something. But I swallowed all the little sounds she made.
And I couldn’t stop ravaging her mouth until I was buried deep inside her. 
Heaven.
I am completely undone. I forget everything. I forget my own existence.
It was just me, her and this feeling of floating.
Seline pulled back, gasping for air.
“Touch.” She stammers. “I need to touch you.”
Need. Not just a want. It was the same for both of us.
We needed each other like we needed to breathe.
I released her wrists, and the next second, her hands were pulling my shirt down, her fingers exploring my skin greedily as if I would disappear.
“Easy, Wildling. Slow down.” I tell her.
I was only desperate until I was inside her. Once I am all the way in, I take my time, making her feel comfortable.
I am walking her to our bed without slipping out of her pussy. Her inner muscles squeezed my cock, sending a jolt through my body.
As soon as I perched her on the bed, my hands were all around her, removing every garment, covering her body—my body, my mouth is on her neck, my knees are parting her legs, and I am moving, thrusting, pushing inside her like I haven’t done this in years, until all I see is her, all I here is her whimpers and moans, and all I know is to coming undone.

“We will be late.” She whispered against my chest.
“Do we really have to go?”
“It was your conseglier. How do you spell it again?”
I laughed at her words.
Her head rests on my chest, her thumb drawing circles on my skin. We were naked beneath the covers, and it was drizzling outside. I want nothing more in my life.
I am content, satiated, and all the synonyms.
“I need to get ready.” She reminded.
“Get up.”
I pulled her closer in response.
“Five more minutes.”
“No, Kade— Ah—don’t—,”
And sigh.
Because I am moving down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and squeezing the other.
Her body has changed. Her boob are bigger than before. They are so fucking perfect that I want to bury my head between them and lie there for all eternity.
I developed a new fascination for her boobs.
I can stop touching them, tasting them, and sucking them.
The little sound she makes wasn’t helping at all.
I thrust my hand between her legs, pushing them apart.
Wet. Soaking wet.
My fingers have a mind of their own. My body is no longer under my control.
I need to stop. We will be late for the wedding.
But but but but, I need to feel her.
Again.
She made a sound of protest when I removed my fingers from her clit.
Soon it was replaced with a sigh of content when it crawled over her, thrusted into her warmth.
As if she too, felt at home with me inside. And she told me just that before I had her screaming my name.