I watched her as her fingers worked the silk, my cock already hard in my slacks because I knew what was coming next. I’d been waiting all day for this moment. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment.
She pulled the silk from around my neck then unbuttoned my collared shirt, slowly making her way to my stomach. As each button came unfastened, our breathing grew deeper and louder. My eyes never left hers, and I felt the intensity stretch between us, the desire and the desperation.
I couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Inside my wife.
Fuck, I have a wife.
When my shirt was undone, she pushed my jacket off my shoulders with the shirt. Everything hit the tile floor with a dull thud.
Her hands explored my chest, pausing over my beating heart. I’d worked out hard that week, taking on more weight than I ever had. I wanted my ripped body to be in perfect shape for tonight, so she could enjoy me the way I enjoyed her.
She moved to my slacks next, unbuckling my belt and then opening the zipper. She pushed them down, making my thick cock emerge. With a slight tint of red, he was hard and stretched, ready to be inside the cunt that officially belonged to me.
I would just fuck her like that, but not tonight. Now I wanted to peel off that dress, remove every piece of clothing, and make her come the second I was inside her. I loved her pregnancy because it made her even hornier than she used to be.
She couldn’t get enough of me.
I pulled her to her feet and then undid the thousands of buttons along the back. I unbuttoned each one, moving until I reached the top of her ass. I pushed the dress over her shoulders and watched it crumple to the floor.
Beautiful.
In a little white thong, she looked as untouched as ever. I was the only man she’d ever had. And I would be the only man she’d ever have.
I pressed kisses from the back of her neck down to her shoulder. My hands moved to her thong, and I twisted it in my fingertips, playing with the material. I forced myself to slow down even though I was anxious to be inside her. I couldn’t skip to the end when the beginning was more important. I didn’t want to fuck her, but I wanted to be inside her as quickly as possible.
I kept kissing her, listened to her breathe. And then I worked her panties, pulling them down until her perfect ass appeared. Her round belly was her sexiest feature, full of the life I’d put inside her. Her birth control couldn’t stop me from knocking her up, from putting a baby inside her.
I was prouder of that than any of my other accomplishments.
I knelt as I pulled down her panties, moving them to her ankles and kissing her as I went. This woman had brought me to my knees more times than I could count—and I never minded one bit.
How could I?
I turned her around and pressed my face close to hers, but I didn’t kiss her, regardless of how much my lips ached for that beautiful mouth. I paused, letting the intensity increase between us. The intimacy was hot, the way we looked at each other in expectation. I’d already taken her virginity once, but I felt like I was about to do it again.
My cock twitched.
“Mrs. Barsetti.” I guided her back to the bed, my bare feet planted on the tile floor. I placed her at the very edge of the mattress, her sexy ass hanging over. Her stomach was so big that it was difficult to make love in any other position.
But I didn’t mind.
I pinned her knees near her stomach and then pressed my cock inside. She was soaking wet, tight, and absolutely perfect. A quiet moan of pleasure escaped my lips, and my cock twitched once I was inside.
I moved all the way, hitting her until only my balls hung out.
She dug her nails into my arms and took a deep breath. “Con…” She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath, her nipples hard like diamonds.
“Mrs. Barsetti.” I slowly started to move, my eyes on hers. My hands gripped her hips, and I dragged her toward me slightly, hitting her deep with every thrust. I took her gently, taking pleasure in the sight of her tits and her stomach. My hands moved to her belly next, where the baby we made together was growing deep inside. Knowing I put this life inside her aroused me in a carnal way I couldn’t explain.
Her hands rested on top of mine as she took my length over and over again. She continued to bite her lip and moan for me, her breaths coming out deep and shaky. There wasn’t just desire in her eyes, but overwhelming love that could block out the sun. This woman loved me despite my imperfections. She loved me because of the man I was, not the size of my wallet or package.