"Ohh...NARVEL! Mmm…..that was amazing sweetheart." Smiling, Reba curled up into Narvel's arms. Reba was now 9 months pregnant, and huge. They were working on inducing labor, but to no avail. Reba managed to get dressed and give a concert however, careful not to let her frayed emotions show. As soon as she finished, Narvel practically pulled her offstage and into her dressing room where they continued their rendezvous. The dressing room door closed quickly, and soon clothes were strewn everywhere. After they "recovered" Narvel took Reba out for dinner and dancing. They ate Mexican, as Reba had said she was in the mood for something "hot"...Pulling his very pregnant wife to the dance floor, the couple then swayed to the music, Reba humming along. However, the relaxed mode didn't last long, and it soon grew passionate again. The couple quickly loaded themselves into the car and practically raced home, eager to try once again to induce labor. Entering the house, they ran to the bedroom, clothes dropping as they flew. By the time they reached the bedroom they wore only their underwear. Reba quickly unsnapped her bra, letting it drop, as Narvel hooked his fingers in his boxers and pushed down. He then came to her side and ripped off her panties in one quick move. He gently laid her back into the bed and slowly entered her, moving faster as they grew more excited. Kissing her neck, he left her a purple hickey, and added a twin one on her right breast. Their touches ignited a fire between them and their movements turned eager and frenzied. Narvel ran a soft hand over her inner thighs, rubbing circles on them. He then ran his fingers up her sides, playing with her hips, making Reba moan in pleasure.
They went at it like this for a long time, and then lay happily in each other's arms, lying in the afterglow. They went at it repeatedly for days anyway, anywhere they could, trying to make their baby come out. But still no baby. Reba was now two days overdue...