my big but adorable pregnant husband

ch 23

The sun is already high when I wake up. Iwamoto is nowhere by my side. I lay naked and alone in bed. Last night was like a dream.

Iwamoto was amazing.

Once he learned pleasure, he was extremely sensitive to any stimulation and never gave me a break. He reached orga*m many times, all night long. His saliva spilled out and I penetrated him as I never in my life thought possible. Finally, he straddled me, clinging to my neck, and rocking his tight hips as he squeezed me. He cried out, begging for me not to stop. I knew he was at the mercy of pleasure, and so was I. I wanted hell and heaven equally, and I got them.

Iwamoto screamed and sobbed in a voice that made everything around me melt. He said it was good, despite he furrowed his brows in pain and desperately gripped my arm to keep up with my movements. I couldn't resist wanting to see him a mess, and I take advantage of his wild begging.

It was so wonderful that I feel as if it really was a dream. No, no way. The feeling of holding Iwamoto in my hands is still as strong as last night.

I jump out of bed, get dressed, and leave the room. Somehow feeling anxious.

"Oh, Sensei."

Iwamoto is standing in the kitchen, wearing jeans and the same brown blouson. He must have taken a shower, seeing now he looks fresh, clean, with a nice manly smile that never fails to shine. I shake my head, thwarting my wandering thoughts.

"Good morning..."

"Good morning."

Iwamoto acts as usual. He doesn't seem tired. Didn't we go hard last night? Now, he cooking. Walking here and there while fetching dishes and moving a bowl of rice. But perhaps although he looks fine on the outside, he may still be in pain.

"Is your body okay?"

"Yeah?"

A short pause. Then Iwamoto burst out laughing. "I'm fine. How about your new hairstyle today, Sensei?"

I touch my head unconsciously. The back is split open. It must be looking quite funny.

"I made rice and ramen with vegetables. Do you want to try?"

That's good. I am relieved. Iwamoto is fine. He's a strong man, unlike me, a frail and ragged man.

"Smells good."

Instant ramen flavored with soy sauce is stir-fried with cabbage, sprouts, and carrots in pepper and sesame oil. He had made this for me before. As is always the case with Iwamoto's cooking, it is simple and delicious, with no extra effort.

"Sensei, you kinda look like a hobo."

Iwamoto giggles seeing my starving eyes staring down at his cooking. Looking at the face he is making now, I am convinced that last night was not a dream. He has an expression that makes me want to keep him all day all night.

"Hm, I like it... Iwamoto-san's hobo."

"You sure about that, Sensei?"

He laughs as he slurps his noodles vigorously.

After breakfast, instead of going to the hospital, I sleep more. After that, I clean my room, hang the laundry, and polish the kitchen to a shine. I shop at the supermarket as I lazily choose any ingredients Iwamoto had instructed. While I shop, of course, all I can think about is Iwamoto. In the afternoon, he cooks me dinner. I eat it, saying it's delicious. Somehow, I become energetic at night. Like I'm ready to serve Iwamoto. If he tells me to rub his waist, I will rub his waist. If he tells me to rub his legs, I will rub them. I will obey his every request and kneel to him. I am sure he will give me a wonderful reward in bed.