Midnight Feeding

MIDNIGHT FEEDING

T he sound of little hooves on the hardwood floor of the kitchen filters down the hall to our bedroom. I slide my hand under the covers in search of my fiancé's warmth but only find cool, soft bamboo sheets. We had to take in one of our goat's kids when she had triplets and couldn't make enough milk for the littlest one.

With a groan I toss the covers off and get out of bed to see if Luke needs help with the midnight feeding. A wave of lightheadedness crashes over me with the sudden change in position thanks to the fetus I'm currently growing. At any given moment I'm either nauseous, dizzy, or insatiably horny.

The sight of my half naked fiancé holding a baby goat while he gets a bottle ready greets me as I walk into the dimly lit kitchen. The baby, who we named Tinkerbell for obvious reasons, is tucked under his arm. Her tail wags through the hole we cut in her diapers while he tells her how pretty she is.

"Such a good girl, Tinks. We have to be quiet, so we don't wake up mama. She's growing a human version of you."

My heart explodes. I'm surprised there aren't bits and pieces stuck to the cabinetry. Every day I fall harder for this grumpy teddy bear of a man.

"Too late." I wrap my arms around his waist, letting my hands wander over his chiseled abs down to the low-slung waistband of his sweatpants.

"Not in front of the kid," he teases. "Hold her while I finish making the bottle."

I take her from him and nuzzle my face into her soft hair. She's all white with the prettiest blue eyes. Her diaper looks fresh, so he must have already changed it.

He finishes the bottle and slides down to the floor, sitting back against the cabinets so she can stand while he feeds her. I sit across from him to watch. She hops around in his lap, tail in constant motion.

Charlie, our dog, comes out to investigate. She's been sleeping in the little pen we made for Tink by patio windows. She lays down with her head in my lap. The only sounds that fill the room are the messy noises Tink makes as she swallows.

It's a peaceful moment in the middle of the chaos that is our life. Moving the ranch from an agricultural focus to eco-tourism keeps us busy. Not to mention wedding planning on top of that. Sometimes we're so busy we don't see much of each other outside of the bedroom. I keep telling myself it will all be worth it in a few years when the summers are full of visitors and winter is just for us.

After we get Tink and Charlie back in their little pen, I jump into Luke's arms. He catches me effortlessly, his hands cupping my bare cheeks under my nightgown. I can feel him harden beneath me as our lips meet.

He walks us into our room, kicking the door shut behind him before dropping me on the bed. A cool mountain breeze flutters through the open windows. I sit up on my elbows to watch as he pushes his pants down, his thick cock bobbing free. He tugs my nightgown up and over my head, tossing it on the floor next to his discarded clothing.

"You're so beautiful." His hands run over my slightly rounded belly and up to my breasts. He lowers his mouth to my nipple, circling it with the tip of his tongue. I gasp at the bolt of pleasure his simple touch brings. "I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever," he says in between teasing kisses and nips.

"As long as everything feels this good, I'm okay with that." Along with my desire increasing so has my pleasure.

I squeal in surprised delight when he rolls us, putting him on his back and me straddling his hips. His fingers comb through my hair as he pulls my face down toward his to kiss me. My hips rock against the length of his cock as he slides his tongue past my lips.

He groans as his cock slides along my wet slit. I break our kiss and scoot back down his body. He wants me to ride him, but first I want to taste him. The silver moonlight dances on his skin, highlighting the ridges of muscle along his torso.

A small drop of precum has beaded on his tip. I lick it off slowly while I look up at him from under my lashes. He watches with his head propped up as I suck his tip. His lips part with a moan as I work his length all the way back down my throat.

I moan around him when he fists his hands in my hair and guides me to the tempo he needs. Nothing makes me feel as powerful as watching his abs quiver in pleasure from my mouth. I feel him begin to surge just before he pulls me off of him.

He sits up and drags me into his lap, his cock immediately sliding inside me. I shift my weight, so I can move myself up and down his length. His thumb finds my clit and begins to circle the swollen nub. Heat builds within me as I use his shoulders for balance. He keeps his thumb on me while the other hand grips my hip.

"Look how wet you're making my cock." His eyes flutter closed. "You feel so fucking good, Sunbeam. So fucking perfect."

I cry out as the first wave of my orgasm crashes through me. The blood pumping through my body is so hot it feels like fire. But I want more pleasure, so I keep going. He hasn't come yet, and I want more.

I change the angle of my hips, somehow finding a way to take him even deeper. He cups my cheek, holding me steady and looking into my eyes as he comes. I feel every hot lash of his release as he jerks inside me.

Before he's even finished, he's got me flipped over on my back at the edge of the bed while he stands right in front of me. He lifts my legs straight up, holding my ankles together. I feel his fingers gather the cum dripping out of me and push it back inside.

"There's nothing hotter than seeing you full and dripping like this."

Somehow, he's still hard, and I feel every single steely inch as he slowly slides back inside me. With each thrust he speeds up just a bit. Once he's finally back to full fucking speed, he presses his lips to the inside of my ankle.

"Play with yourself. I want to watch." He drops one of my legs.

My fingers immediately move to my clit. I move my hand in quick little circles that he matches his pace to until I once again feel another climax building. I let it build until I can't hold back anymore. When I come it's with his name on my lips.

He stays full seated inside me until all the tremors stop. My legs drop as soon as he steps back and walks into the bathroom. I hear the water run for a minute, and then he comes back out to help me clean up. He wipes me down gently and with love and adoration pouring from his eyes. I let him lift me up and set me back under the covers.

By the time he tosses the washcloth in the hamper and crawls back in bed beside me, I'm already drifting away to sleep.

"I love you, Sunbeam." His voice is the last thing I hear before sleep overtakes me.