Iβm imagining the experience of you getting me pregnant. I think about the key intimate moments we share. You fuck me deeply, intimately, holding me close and when you finish in me, I just fucking knew. I think about bouncing on you while weβre maintain a rhythm.
I think about whispering βDo itβ in your ear so you canβt help yourself but to finish in me. And wrapping my legs around you to lock you in. And then fast forward.
Your hand cupping the tiny bump, kissing it, trailing downwards so you eat me out while looking at me and the bump you gave me. You kiss under my bellybutton because thatβs the most protruded out part.
I imagine you spooning me and rubbing my belly, asking what I want multiple times a day. I know youβd be so attentive, so engaged. So excited to see and feel me get bigger.
Youβd be the big spoon and drape your arm over my belly. Giving me room to roll around for comfort but starting cuddled up together every night. I like that you do that, that you want to start holding me and then adjust yourself to whatever I need and want to be more comfortable.
Mostly I imagine how youβd look at me every week. At every phase. How youβd drink me in with your eyes and look at me lovingly. Your eyes never lie. And they tell me that even now. When I feel my most awkward and heavy you still want me.
I also imagine how much youβd kiss my belly. Your lips on my growing bump is something I think about more than I care to admit. Something so intimate. So many places to begin so many paths you can trail kisses across. The intimacy of it all isβ¦ breathtaking. Laying your head on my belly turns me on. The intimacy of you engaging and be so attentive with my belly drives me wild. Dragging your fingers along my curves slowly stopping and gently pushing back when you feel a kick, makes me insatiable for you.
My favorite part of being uncomfortably large, round, heavy, struggling to breath and walk? Itβs you being at my beck and call. Youβre happily in service of me. Constantly engaged in the pregnancy process. Heaving me up now that I canβt stand up on my own. Lifting my belly to alleviate back pain for a short while. Giving me your clothes to wear because none of mine fit. Getting me my cravings all the time. Carrying your baby is coming with so many perks.
I love when your hands are on my protruding belly in public. I love feeling you subtly tell others Iβm yours while Iβm so aggressively large I canβt even walk right anymore.
We still have time and already talk about the next one and how much fun our next pregnancy will be. I look at this big bump and already imagine the next little bump potruding out of my hips again.
