Long Wait, Hot Desire

The scent of lavender and baby powder hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort that always made my heart swell with love and anticipation. Almost five months pregnant, I felt a shift within me, a primal yearning that had been dormant for years, now unleashed with an intensity I couldn't ignore. My husband, David, had been working relentlessly, his long hours and frequent travel taking their toll on us both, but the distance only seemed to amplify the desire that simmered beneath the surface. I sent him a series of suggestive texts throughout the day, each one a silent plea for connection, for the touch that only he could provide. His replies were just as explicit, filled with promises of pleasure and anticipation, fueling the fire within me.

Tonight, we were determined to carve out an hour just for us, a stolen moment amidst the chaos of our busy lives. The kids were finally asleep, a rare victory in our parenting endeavors, and the house was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator. As I slipped into the black clingy wrap dress and lace panties, a thrill shot through me. The dress clung to my curves, highlighting my burgeoning belly, while the lace offered a tantalizing glimpse of skin. I knew David would appreciate the daring combination, and I eagerly awaited his reaction.

He arrived home later than usual, his face etched with fatigue, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous. The moment he crossed the threshold, he seemed to sense my anticipation, his gaze lingering on my outfit before he moved towards me with a deliberate grace. He bypassed the usual greeting, going straight for my breasts, his hands instinctively reaching for them. I instinctively pushed him away, a playful challenge, but my body remained tense, begging for his touch. He persisted, his hands circling my torso, tracing the curve of my belly, before finally claiming his prize.

His fingers massaged my nipples, teasing and stimulating them, while his lips danced across my skin, a slow, deliberate exploration. The warmth of his kisses ignited a fire within me, escalating my arousal with each passing moment. As he continued his ministrations, my body began to tremble, my breathing becoming shallow and rapid. I pushed him off, a playful shove, but he quickly retrieved me, his grip firm and possessive.

We moved to the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken desires. The bed was covered in soft linens, a haven of intimacy where we could lose ourselves in each other's embrace. He began kissing my body, his lips tracing the contours of my form, before descending to my breasts again. He found the spot that always sent shivers down my spine, sucking rhythmically, intensifying my pleasure. My muscles tensed, my heart pounding in my chest, as I surrendered to his touch.

His hands moved down my torso, exploring every inch of my skin, while his mouth continued its relentless assault on my senses. He paused at my waist, pulling my hips against his, deepening the penetration. A moan escaped my lips, a testament to the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing. I arched my back, begging for more, my body completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

As he reached my belly, he gently kissed it, his touch surprisingly tender despite the raw desire that consumed him. Then, with a swift movement, he opened my legs, exposing my waiting pleasure. His hard penis was a stark contrast to the soft flesh surrounding it, a potent symbol of the pleasure he was about to deliver. He thrust deep into my depths, and I let out a primal scream, lost in the throes of ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

The world around us dissolved, leaving only the two of us, locked in a passionate embrace. I continued to writhe and moan, feeding off the intense pleasure, while he continued to penetrate me with unrelenting force. As I reached the brink of orgasm, he pulled back slightly, savoring the moment.

My turn, I took control, pulling him close and kissing him all over his chest, before descending to his nipple. I began sucking and licking, teasing him mercilessly, before moving down his torso, exploring every inch of his body. I grabbed his underwear, pulling it down to reveal his hard cock, and proceeded to worship him, taking pleasure in his arousal. The anticipation built as he grew closer to climax, his muscles tensing, his breathing becoming ragged.

As he finally succumbed to the inevitable, I continued to ride him, digging my heels into his back, intensifying the sensation. We both reached orgasm simultaneously, a perfect symphony of pleasure and release. The world returned in a rush of color and sound, but our connection remained unbroken.

We collapsed on top of each other, panting and exhausted, but utterly content. As I looked down at my swollen belly, I knew that our love for each other was only growing stronger, fueled by the shared experiences and intimate moments that brought us closer together. Pregnant sex was truly amazing, especially when you're still deeply in love after fifteen years of marriage. It’s a reminder that even amidst the chaos of life, there’s always room for passion, connection, and the exquisite pleasure of a shared moment of intimacy.

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