I love the way you're looking at me right now.
Laying on your back in our bed, completely nude, with your huge pregnant belly rising up from your abdomen as you shyly reach for me. Your cheeks are flushed with need, and I know that if I slid a hand between your thighs right now, I'd find you undeniably aroused and desperate to be touched.
You know how much I'm turned on by the sight of you like this, eager and wanting with your womb packed full of our babies. I've never been discouraged by your increasing size or your pregnancy, since it's such an obvious sign of my love and my claim on you. Your lips are parted and your eyes hooded with lust as your knees slide a little further apart, as if welcoming me in.
And I'm on my way. I'll slide up against you and prep your aching body with a few lubed fingers, and once you're ready, I'll help ease that ache. I want to see you spread out under me as I reclaim your gravid form, feeling the hard dome of your belly pressing between us while I rock into you over and over again. I want to watch your face crumple as you're overwhelmed by pleasure, want to hear you cry out my name and beg for me to go deeper, harder, faster. I want to feel you clench around me just like you did when I bred you, milking me for the precious seed that knocked you up.
That's right, sweetheart. Keep moving your hips. Let me feel how much you want this.
Let me feel you come.

















