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Your partner is on the bed, supported by pillows, and you’re kissing your way down their torso, achingly slow. They’re sweating, grunting, fidgeting. You plant kisses on their gravid pregnant belly as it tightens and quakes.

“C-come on, babe, hurry…it’s…coming…” They croak. You gradually crawl back, rounding the curve of their belly with your lips, until you’re kissing around their pelvis. When your head is between their thighs you pull back… under their shorts/panties, you can see up-close that their sex is bulging…

You come back up, moving forward and burying your face in their shoulder. In a low voice, you say, “Mmm…you’re pushing?”

You kiss their neck as they nod quickly. “Gggh…lots of…pressure…”

Goosebumps riddle their neck where your lips touch. They’re trembling as they bear down, overcome by sensation. You carefully take your hand and rub your fingertips on the growing bulge between their legs. You feel where the baby’s head is stretching them through the fabric. They shudder and gasp, muscles spasming at your touch.

“I don’t think you should rush it, hon…” You tell them. “Just hold it there for a bit, hmm?”

Their eyes are shut in grimace, their voice coming out breathy and moaning. “Ahh…oh, please…please I wanna push it out sooo bad…I want it now…”

You cut them off by moving your face in front of theirs and gently kissing them on the lips. Their lips are quivering, but after a moment, they reciprocate. Even in the throes of labor, the kiss grounds them.

“O-okay,” They say. “I can…hold it…a little longer.”