Chapter 50

Kagome set down the plate of food in front of Miroku, kissing his head as she walked past. His hand snapped out, smacking her backside, and she chuckled, knowing it was impossible for him to keep his hands to himself.

It had been a week since he was discharged from the hospital. Kagome was doting on him, her way of making up for abandoning him when he really needed her. The only thing she hadn't done was have sex with him, and that was neither their fault. They both wanted it, but with family visiting, they never had time to themselves during the day. By time the night rolled around, she was passed out wherever she was able to get comfortable. At eight months pregnant, she didn't really get comfortable at all.

"This dinner looks nice, but I'd rather eat something else." Miroku was picking at his plate, watching as Kagome sat down with her own. She glanced up at him, smirking. She understood his meaning, but clearly wasn't above teasing him. He turned back to his plate, pouting as he ate.

Life for them had returned to normal. Miroku had all but healed from the crash, the only thing remaining was a healing scar on the side of his head where he had hit. The hair was shaved around it so the doctors could put stitches in, but his hair had always grown quickly. It would be back to normal in no time.

Kagome still sometimes struggled with blaming herself and worrying for her family, but with everyone reassuring her, she wasn't falling into that fear or guilt like she had before. The past week had been quiet. Aside from resting, Kagome and Miroku continued to prepare for their son, making sure all of his swings, bouncers, and anything else he may need were put up and working properly. When she had reached the eight-month mark two days ago, she packed up her just in case bag and put it in the trunk of her car.

The only other thing that happened was Touga having a home security system installed at everyone's homes and the bar. He didn't want to take any more chances with Kouga still on the loose. The bar had opened while Miroku was in the coma, and Sango had done a marvelous job running it, so Miroku had no problem taking a step back so he could focus on his wife and child.

Sesshomaru had given the letter to a friend of his in law enforcement. They were now waiting on an investigation to be started so they could see if they could put Kouga behind bars. They weren't sure how it was going to go with Kouga's connections though, but they were keeping their fingers crossed.

"Miroku." Kagome blushed, setting down her fork. She had only eaten about half her meal but seemed nervous about something. She looked down to her belly, wincing as she did. "Are you actually attracted to me?"

Miroku's eyes widened, flabbergasted that she would even ask that. "Kagome I am in a constant state or arousal when I am around you. Even worse now because it has been weeks." She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, still questioning what he said. He stood abruptly, pointing down to the tent in his grey sweatpants. He was more than a little aroused.

She blushed, looking away. Seeing that she was actually worried about his opinion of her, he walked towards her, pulling out her chair and standing in front of her. She wore a small sundress, something she can be comfortable in while around the house.

"You are so gorgeous." His voice matched his eyes, both tender with love. Kneeling before her, he ran his fingers up her thighs, watching as her body reacted with a shiver. "Do you know what I see when I look at you?" She shook her head, and he reached up, running his fingers through her hair. "Thick, long, glossy back hair. It frames your face, bringing out your skin tone, and unique beautiful eyes. Lips that I can't stop myself from kissing."

Running his fingers down her neck to her shoulders, he quickly brushed off her spaghetti straps, letting them fall down her arms loosely. "Soft skin, that my hands always crave. Thin, but strong arms that I want wrapped around me at all times." Fingers moving from her forearms, he moved to her chest, fingers delving between her breast to pull down her dress.

Her breast popped free, nipple taut and begging. He leaned forward, taking one into his mouth. She gasped harshly, both hands fisting into his hair. She was careful of his wound, making sure not to touch it. He switched to the other nipple, drawing a moan from her throat. She was far more sensitive during pregnancy than normal, and he knew that.

"Your breasts call me, beckon me. Even more so now that they are filling with our son's nourishment than ever before." His breath was husky, hungry with his need. He moved back to suckling her nipples, one hand massage the other while his mouth destroyed any thoughts she had. "To make things so much better, your breasts are so sensitive, they only can bring you to orgasm. What man wouldn't appreciate that?"

He latched on again, his goal obvious. He wanted her to cum, just from her breasts alone. Her hips began to move, her movements jerky. He switched nipples again, this time using his teeth to nip against sensitive flesh. She cried out, back arching as much as it could. He watched her, still suckling as she came undone. "So beautiful."

Leaving her panting, he moved on, pulling her dress over her belly. He kissed his son, noticing that he was fairly quiet at the moment. "You are growing our child. Watching you swell, caring for him in a way only you can, it is fascinating and stunning all wrapped up into one."

He pulled her dress down over her hips, her helping him to get it off. His fingers were back on her thighs, his mouth kissing the inside of one as he spread them open. He eyed his target, breathing becoming harsh as he craved a taste of her.

Not taking the time to speak, he lowered his mouth to her womanhood, giving it one long seductive lick. She tasted as good as she always did, and he lapped at her, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. She ground her core against him, seeking her own pleasure.

A hand snaked its way between her thighs, seeking out her opening and pushing two fingers inside. She was already convulsing around him, her second orgasm nearing as all of the sensations began to overwhelm her.

"Cum for me, Kagome." It was an order, one that she obeyed immediately. He continued to lap at her, curling his fingers inside of her until she descended back down to earth. When she was panting and limp, he stood, ripping his shirt off of him. She watched as he pushed his sweatpants down, kicking them away to reveal his weeping cock jutting out from his body. "Do I need to tell you what I love about your mouth?"

She blushed, but moved forward, grabbing his member. There was no teasing, both of their need far too great for such a thing. She parted her pretty little lips, and took him in, forcing a guttural groan from his mouth as he threw his head back. Her cheeks hollowed, creating the friction he was so enamored with.

"Damn it, Kagome. Why can't you see what I think of you?" His hands were in her hair, holding her head still as he thrust into her mouth. She looked up to him, eyes watering as he took his pleasure, finally feeling some sort of relief after all of this time. "I love you, Woman. I will always be attracted to you, and everything that you are."

He yanked himself from her suddenly, breathing harshly as he tried to fight off the orgasm that was threatening to end him for eternity. After a few much-needed moments, he held out a hand to Kagome. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He turned her, making her face the wall.

"Keep your hands here." He had them above her head, pressed against the wall. Hands running down her body, he grabbed her hips pulling them out so her back arched beautifully. Reaching beneath her, he massaged her breast, watching as she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.

"You are the most attractive woman I have ever seen, Kagome. The day you walked into InuYasha's dojo; I was entranced. I couldn't let you go, even then." Grabbing his cock, he lined it up with her core, pressing himself in.

They both groaned, their voices strained as the pleasure that coursed through them from that one move. Miroku began a slow and steady pace, ensuring that Kagome cried out with every reentry. Her nails were digging into the wall, her knees shaking from the assault of pleasure coursing through her.

"Miroku, Please." Her head was back, elbows giving out causing her to lean against the wall more. "I need more."

"Tell me. Tell me that you believe me." He was watching as his cock left and pressed back into her more than willing body. It was glistening with her arousal, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was erotic and sensual, something he only felt with Kagome.

"I do. You've proven it. Please." She was begging, tears in her eyes. He reached around her waist, under her belly and between her thighs. Questing fingers immediately found her clit, and he pinched at it, causing her to cry out.

His rhythm picked up with his fingers rolling over her bundle of nerves. His free hand gripped at her waist, fingers digging into plump and soft skin. He was close, his spine tingling. There would be no holding off this orgasm, which meant she needed to reach her own.

Leaning over, he kissed at her neck, nipping her ear, his hand leaving her hip to grasp at a breast. She lost it, the stimulation far too much for her. She cried out, her voice echoing around the house. Her spasming walls clamped down around him, and he groaned, convulsing inside of her, filling her with thick streams of his essence.

Both panting, neither had a chance to come down from their high before the front door was slammed open, InuYasha running inside frantically. "Fuck!" InuYasha spun around, tripping over his own two feet as he tried to gouge out his eyes at what he had just seen. "I heard her scream! I thought she was in trouble."

Miroku ran to the table, grabbing their clothing, just as everyone else ran in the front door, also concerned for everyone's safety. Kagome fell to her knees, curling over on herself. Pants in front of his groin, Miroku held out her dress and she snatched it. He was ready for the world to swallow him up in that moment.

"I guess that explains why she got pregnant." Sango grinned when Miroku held up his hand, silencing her. He should have known it wouldn't be enough to get her to stop. "He's a little too good. You had us thinking she was being stabbed."

"She was." Sesshomaru turned and left, not willing to deal with that today.

Izayoi had a hand over her face, cheeks blushing, as she tried not to laugh. "We will let you two get dressed."

"Way to go, My boy." Touga gave Miroku a thumbs up as Izayoi pushed him out the door. Sango and Naomi drug a blinded InuYasha out the door, Sango waving as she pulled the front door closed behind her.

"I don't ever want to have sex again." Kagome was still hunched over herself, though now she was dressed. Miroku looked at her, lips tight.

"We will have sex again, Kagome, however, it will be when my family is no where near." He smiled then, ego growing as he truly thought about what happened. "I should make you scream more often. You were heard all the way outside." The glare he received was worth it.