The bed.
He had moved her there at some point—a smooth, effortless shift from the hard tiles of the bathroom floor back to the rumpled hospital mattress that was supposed to be hers for the night. She was straddling his lap.
That was the arrangement.
Her bare back pressed flush against his broad chest, his arms banded securely around her. His large hands cupped the heavy, round swell of her pregnant belly from beneath. His cock wasn't inside her anymore, resting thick and heavy against her cleft. It was completely sated after twelve hours of relentless use, yet still thick enough to make its presence undeniably known, nestled warmly between the plush cheeks of her ass, slick with her spent fluids. Not entering. Not moving. Just perfectly, intimately there.
A quiet claim of ownership.
She stared blankly at the other bed.
