You were lying on your side when I entered the room, your back turned to me, the blankets loosely draped around your wide hips. The soft white light from above washed over your bare skin, highlighting every curve of your body.
For a moment, I simply looked at you.
My eyes admiring your body.
Even lying on your side, your belly dominated your silhouette. It rose from your frame with a presence that was impossible to ignore, broad and heavy, its weight settling naturally into the mattress beneath you. The curve of it caught the light, creating soft shadows that only emphasized its size.
I stepped closer and leaned down until my lips hovered beside your ear.
"I know you’re full,” I whispered, as I placed my hand and carefully rubbed your belly.
A quiet sound escaped you.
“And you did such a good job tonight, amor.”
The words came out low and warm.
“You finished your dinner. Your desserts. Even the patelitos I brought you."
I let the praise settle between us.
My gaze drifted back to your stomach.
From this angle it seemed even larger than usual, stretching outward from your body before sloping gradually back toward the bed. The sheer scale of it captivated me. It looked heavy. Comfortable. Warm.
I found myself studying the way it rested against the mattress, the way its weight subtly reshaped the sheets beneath it.
“You have no idea what you do to me" I murmured.
My voice was barely more than a breath.
“You just keep getting bigger, piggy.”
There was no judgment in the words.
“Every time we think you’ve reached your limit, somehow you spoil me and have a little more .”
The light bathed your skin in a white glow, highlighting the gentle curve of your stomach. From where I stood, it resembled a breathtaking landscape, impossible not to notice, impossible not to admire.
“A montaña,” I whispered.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, unable to suppress a smile.
My hands traveled over the rest of your frame.
Your thighs resemble giant trunks of towering trees, broad and sturdy, while your ass is like a humongous boulder, perfectly rounded but jiggly.
But they always returned to your stomach.
To the way it seemed to announce itself before anything else.
“I could spend all night worshipping you,” I confessed quietly.
My lips hovered near your ear once more.
“And I don’t think I’d ever get tired of this, amor.”
