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Chapter 72

If she thought she was fat now, he could only imagine how she'd feel when she really popped. It had been a bit too long for both of them so, as much as he wanted to explore her body, that was going to have to wait until round two. Taker pulled himself away from her and shed his own clothing, sliding back up her body to position himself between her spread legs.

"I love you, Abbie."

"I know you do." Abigail caressed his face with her hand, accepting another kiss from him, and sucked in a breath as his cock began sliding inside of her, slowly, stretching her to the limits. She broke the kiss from that sharp intake of breath and felt him press his forehead to hers, cupping his broad shoulder as their eyes remained locked. "I love you too, Mark."

This would not last long for either of them. It'd been far too long since they were together intimately and Abigail could not believe how badly her thighs trembled. It was as if they were having a seizure, convulsing around his hips, since her ankles were locked in the middle of his back. She moaned out, gripping his arms and met him for every snap of his hips, every thrust, feeling as though every nerve-end of her body was ignited.

"You feel so good…oh fuck…so damn good inside of me…don't stop…please…don't stop…"

There were no worries about him stopping. Taker didn't think he could stop, even if there was a loaded gun being held to his head. She felt too good, her hot, velvety folds wrapped around him, the feel of her thighs violently quivering around him, how gorgeous and flushed she was writhing beneath him. No, not a chance he was stopping. Taker pressed his forehead against hers, his hands moving down to grip the back of her thighs and gently but firmly pushed them back, feeling her ankles unlocking from his back. He was never letting being tired or her being asleep, or anything else, keep him from her like this again.

"Christ, darlin', you feel so damn good."

It didn't matter how exhausted she was, Abigail would always make time for the man she loved, especially if he wanted to worship her body like he was currently doing. She did not mind getting a lack of sleep if it meant being with him. Even with a baby, Abigail would not go too long without being with Mark again. Granted, she knew once Hope was born, she'd have to take at least 2 months off, possibly more if a C-section was needed, but other than that, she wouldn't deny him or herself of this exquisite feeling she currently experienced. Mark propped her legs to drape over his shoulders, hammering in and out of her harder, faster, and definitely deeper, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. Abigail was going out of her mind, drowning in ecstasy, and arched her body, trying to get to that end, to fall over that edge, needing her climax more than the air she breathed.

"Ohhhhh oh yes, right…there…oh god!"

His own breathing was coming harsh, eyes darkened with desire as he continued thrusting. Trying to make sure she came either before or with him because this wasn't going to last much longer. Snaking a hand between them, he began manipulating her swollen clit, urging her on.

"Cum for me, darlin'," He ordered, sounds of her moaning and calling his name, along with flesh smacking flesh, pure music to his ears.

Her body was on sensory overload due to the pregnancy, so when he began stroking her bundle of nerves while continuing to thrust as hard, deep, and fast as he could, that was all Abigail could take. "MARK!" She shrieked out, their bodies coated in a fine sheen of sweat, and felt her walls cave in around him, wrapping his cock in a warm wet cocoon, milking him for everything he was worth.

Her climax triggered his because a second orgasm ripped through her as she cried out again, his seed filling her to capacity. Mark did not stop thrusting, his growl of her name mixing beautifully with her shriek of his, not until his cock had grown limp, forcing him to stop and was careful not to collapse on top of her because of the baby. Instead, he rolled on his side and instantly pulled her against him, his hand on her small bump while burying his face in the side of her neck, both cooling and coming down from their sexual high. All Abigail could focus on was learning how to breathe again because that had been more intense than she anticipated.

"We're not doing that again." He informed her when he could finally talk without sounding like he was having a wheezing fit. "Months without you was hell, darlin'."

She had been thinking he thought her too fat; he had been concerned she just didn't want him anymore. Nope, sometimes words just weren't enough and they needed actions to reaffirm what they were saying. Also, he liked getting his rocks off and he knew Abigail did too. Abigail began crying, covering her face with her hands, and couldn't believe how stupid she'd been to think he didn't want her anymore. Or he didn't find her sexy because of the pregnancy.

Two months without him had been sheer torture and Abigail spent plenty of nights in the shower alone, crying. Mark pulled her into his arms to where she was on her side and all she could do was bury her face in his chest, caressing every part of him she could get her hands on. Abigail never wanted to miss him that much again or ache for him that badly.

"I-I'm sorry…I-I love you so much, Mark…I thought…I thought the worse…I didn't think you…wanted me anymore…I messed up again…"

Taker let her cry, there really wasn't anything else he could do. He knew from experience with other women that this was pretty much how it was going to be for the rest of her pregnancy. Emotional mess. "Calm down darlin'." He soothed, rubbing her back in slow circles.

After a little while, she finally calmed down enough to pull back and looked up into his eyes, seeing all the love shining through the emerald green. She kissed him again, pulling him to lay on top of her partially. Abigail wanted to feel his body weight on her, his warmth and strength seep into her body, her skin, and felt his wrap around her to mold their bodies together. Pushing up, Mark let her do what she wanted as she guided him on his back and swung one leg over his hip, straddling him.

"I'm not done with you…" Reaching between them, she wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking it. "My turn to worship you…"

To be honest, Taker wasn't entirely sure if his cock was going to rise to the occasion so soon because that had been a long time coming. However… Abigail's soft hand pumping up and down his shaft soon had him coming back to life. He didn't know about his eyes, but he had seen something in her face, something joyful and excited, so he was assuming she had seen something she liked.

Her lips skimmed his chin and jaw before pulling back to stare into his eyes again. They were no longer emerald gems, but a deep dark forest green due to her stroking him back to life and moaning at the hardness in her hand. Abigail couldn't remember the last time she just laid in bed gazing into them and brushed her lips against his, before making her way down his muscular body. His head came off the bed to watch as his cock disappeared in his woman's mouth, eyes rolling at the sight. Taker had definitely missed her in this way, why the hell had they not spoken sooner?

"Abbie…" He reached down, gently taking her hair in his hand, and let the strands slide through his fingers.

Abigail didn't want to make things worse by pressuring him into being intimate with her. She wanted him to WANT to be intimate with her, which is why she kept her mouth shut. Things were easier that way when she didn't speak her mind and just remained quiet, it seemed. It was another reason why she'd started confiding in other people like Stephanie and Victoria, who was one of her best friends now. Wanting to give and make him feel the way he made her, Abigail slid her hand up to his stomach, sliding her nails down while driving him in and out of her mouth. She'd never forget the first time she did this for him, what a mess that had been!

Since he had just popped his cork not so long ago, Taker wasn't about to do so again anytime soon. He kind of hoped, for the sake of her jaw, that Abigail wasn't planning a blowjob from start to finish or else tomorrow she was going to have a hard time talking. "Darlin'…" He groaned, fisting the sheets as his hips started moving to meet her. "You don't have to…"

"Mmm yes, I do…"

No matter how long it took, though she would stop if her jaw began to hurt too much, Abigail planned on tasting him. It'd been so long since she last did this and took pleasure in watching his face contort, his groans sweet music to her ears. However, Mark was stubborn and bullheaded, so he stopped her by pulling her back up to where her wet sex brushed against him, their mouths meeting again.

"W-Why did you stop me?" She breathed out, grinding against him, and whimpered at how amazing it felt, her mouth sealing to his neck as her juices soaked him. "Oh god…I need it…I need you again…let me ride you…"

Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head when he pushed inside of her aching core for the second time. Jaw pain was real and he had seen her rubbing her jaw a time or two before, after giving him a blow job. Taker didn't want his poor, pregnant woman going around tomorrow unable to talk. Bowlegged, however, was a whole new ballgame.

"Ride me, darlin'."

Taker folded his hands beneath his head and watched as Abigail began rolling her hips against his, letting her have control for the moment. Seeing this beautiful goddess on top of him, feeling her hands roaming his chest, caressing his muscles… the feel of being enveloped by her. This was how he wanted to die. Not tonight, but eventually. Having sex with her. Well… maybe not, he didn't want to traumatize her, he did love her.

This was heaven. Having Mark balls deep inside of her while she rode him, working her body up into a frenzy. She couldn't bounce on and off of him, afraid of giving Hope whiplash, so Abigail took it slow. The last thing she wanted to do was harm the baby in any way and could tell Mark felt the same way because, every time she began increasing the pace, he would grip her hips to slow her down. His hands molded to her stomach while she gyrated her hips and hers covered his briefly before sliding up his chest, gasping when he began thrusting his hips up. Oh, that was it, that was what she wanted from him. Her eyes closed as he did it again, driving deeper inside of her and still keeping the slow pace, but every thrust nailed that sweet spot of hers.

"Make me cum, Mark…make me cum again…" She pleaded, digging her nails into his chest as another thrust drove her closer to that edge. "Just a little…more…"

He hadn't been slowing her down because of the baby. Hope was in her own liquid sac of safety, there was no way vigorous sex at the beginning of the second trimester was going to mess her up. That'd be later when Abigail was closer to popping. Taker had wanted her to have a slow burn, slow build, and now here it was. He kept the pace fairly steady, knowing she was approaching her next climax, this position allowing him to brush against her sweet spot every time she rose and fell on him.

"You're quiverin'…" He rumbled huskily, running a finger down the swell of her stomach and then further down to caress her clit.

Slow burn, indeed. "W-Why do you t-think that is?" She stammered out in a retort, gasping when he plummeted harder, deeper, but never once upped the pace, causing her to whimper. "Mark, please…" Abigail couldn't take much more, the slowness sending her world out of orbit, spinning off its axes. "Please faster…oh god, it's right there…"

Her climax was just out of reach, all he had to do was end her torment and she had no doubt a few fast thrusts would be all it would take. His shaking head made her groan out in both frustration and ecstasy, although he sat upright to wrap her legs around his waist, still keeping the same slow pace, and plummeted at a different angle, his mouth capturing her quivering lips. Crying out when his teeth sank into the spot where her shoulder and neck met, that was more than enough to send her over the edge as she came in waves. Feeling her caving in around him, clenching, gripping, trying to milk him for all they were both worth. Again, how the hell did they go so long without being intimate with each other? That had to be a crime.

"Fuck, darlin'." He muttered against the bite he had just put on her, thrusting one last time before filling her with his seed.

Tingling from head to toe, Abigail sagged against him, completely spent and could barely hold onto his shoulders, hoping Mark had the strength to place them in bed. She couldn't move a single muscle, every part of her trembling from head to toe. Mark managed to move them to lay back on the bed with him spooned against her, his hand splayed on her stomach and Abigail barely felt him kiss her neck before closing her eyes, exhaustion overtaking her. This night had been everything she'd wanted for the past almost 2 months and more, and it was the first night she'd fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

Bray's fascism had been the best thing that ever happened to Abigail, in a very twisted way. If it wasn't for his warped way of thinking, she never would've left the castle, come to Wonderful, and met the love of her life. They were having a baby and, hopefully, one day, they would be married. Thinking for a second Mark didn't want her or find her desirable, simply because of her pregnancy, was ludicrous. Mark always did what was best for her and Hope, which would continue until the end of time. She had fallen in love with the best man in Vesperia and Abigail would spend the rest of her days showing him how much she loved him.

She had her hope, in both ways, and it was all Abigail could ever ask for.

The End.