Nine Months, Still Burning Bright

The morning light, fractured by the gauzy curtains, painted stripes across my naked skin. JJ was already there, his presence a comforting warmth against my side. We’d fallen asleep intertwined, a familiar rhythm of shared breaths and quiet sighs. The scent of lavender from the diffuser mingled with the subtle, intoxicating aroma of my own arousal, a potent cocktail fueled by hormones and the undeniable pull between us. This pregnancy had shifted our dynamic, a slow, deliberate re-calibration of our desires. The frantic energy of our early years, filled with impulsive passion, had mellowed into something deeper, more measured, but no less intense.

“Baby, am I still sexy?” The words slipped out before I could fully process them, a hesitant question hanging in the air. My body, swollen and curved, felt alien, a testament to the life growing within me. My curves, amplified by the burgeoning life, felt like a strange new landscape, both beautiful and slightly intimidating. I gestured vaguely at my assets, a silent plea for reassurance. The thought of other women, younger, thinner, potentially more conventionally attractive, flickered through my mind, fueled by the insecurities that pregnancy sometimes brings.

JJ’s hand moved across my cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, pulling me closer. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin, a slow, deliberate kiss that ignited a shiver down my spine. “What? Of course you are, honey,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. The simple affirmation, delivered with such tenderness, was enough to quell the doubts swirling within me. He knew how to soothe my anxieties, how to remind me of the magnetic pull that still bound us together.

“Yeah, but there are plenty of other girls my age that aren't this,” I admitted, a hint of vulnerability in my voice. My fingers traced the swell of my belly, feeling the tiny kicks of our little one, a constant reminder of the miracle within me. My momma's generous curves, a legacy of generations past, felt both like a blessing and a burden. They were a part of me, undeniably beautiful, yet they also represented a shift in my body, a transition into a new phase.

“Honey, this is our baby,” JJ said, his voice laced with affection as he gently rubbed my stomach. “It’s God’s will for us to have these babies, and He has blessed us. I’m even more blessed to have someone like you carrying my babies.” His words, spoken with such conviction and love, resonated deep within me. It wasn't just about the physical act of pleasure; it was about the profound connection we shared, the unwavering support we offered each other through the challenges of parenthood.

“Babe-” The word caught in my throat, choked by a sudden surge of desire. Before I could fully articulate my thoughts, JJ’s hands moved past my stomach, tracing the contours of my body with deliberate intent. My legs instinctively opened wider, a silent invitation to explore the landscape he was about to traverse. It felt primal, instinctual, a return to the raw passion that had drawn us together in the first place.

He didn’t hesitate. His head plunged into my crotch, his fingers expertly navigating the sensitive folds of flesh. The initial touch was hesitant, a tentative exploration, but quickly escalated into a furious assault of pleasure. My muscles tensed, responding to his touch, the heat building within me. "Oh fu-, baby you feel so good. Yeah, uh huh, yeah, oh fuck,” I moaned, losing all control as he began to ride me. My voice, raw and primal, filled the room, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure I was experiencing.

“You taste so good,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I arched my back, pulling him closer, desperate for more. “Yeah? You like this pregnant pussy?” The words tumbled out, laced with both embarrassment and a thrilling sense of abandon. “Yeah I love it,” he replied, his grip tightening, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh. He smacked my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, and then, he grasped my hot cheeks, his tongue relentlessly devouring my now wet pussy.

“God honey, oh fuck, pleaseee, fu, oh f, fuckkkk,” I cried out, unable to contain the escalating intensity of my pleasure. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, as I became speechless, lost in the intoxicating waves of sensation. I shrieked in moans, each cry a desperate plea for more. Finally, I succumbed, releasing a torrent of pleasure, my body writhing in ecstatic abandon. We reached a fever pitch, a shared experience of pure, unadulterated lust.

“Oh honey I love you,” I managed to gasp out, my voice hoarse with pleasure, as I expressed my gratitude for his selfless act. But I owed him, deeply, for reminding me of the fiery passion that still burned between us. His cock was rock hard, a testament to the release he’d just unleashed within me.

As we lay there, breathless and intertwined, a comfortable silence settled between us. He stood up, pulling me into his arms, his body radiating warmth. “So the answer is yes, I am that sexy,” I whispered, a satisfied smile playing on my lips.

“You’re damn right, baby,” he replied, smacking my butt with a playful gesture, sending another ripple of pleasure through my body. I squealed with delight, burying my face in his chest, overwhelmed by the feeling of safety and security that only he could provide. It was a perfect moment, a testament to the enduring power of our love, a love that had weathered the storms of life and emerged even stronger, more profound, and more passionate. The pregnancy had changed us, yes, but it had also brought us closer, deepening our connection and solidifying our commitment to each other. As we cuddled again, soaked in love and sex, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united by our love and our shared desire for each other. We would continue to write, to explore the depths of our passion, and to cherish every moment we had together. Thanks for reading and keep making love!

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