Midnight Bloom: A Pregnancy Pleasure

The insistent buzz of the digital clock on the nightstand pulled me from a restless sleep, displaying 12:03 AM in a stark, unwelcome glow. Garrett was already snoring softly beside me, his chest rising and falling in slow, rhythmic breaths. The remnants of our passion lingered in the air, a fragrant blend of sweat and desire, a testament to the intense pleasure we’d just shared. It was spring break, a blessed reprieve from the demands of college, and lately, our nights had been a whirlwind of stolen moments and desperate longing. We’d been connecting on a level I hadn’t known existed, fueled by a shared hunger that seemed to grow with each passing day. This particular evening, the anticipation had been almost unbearable, a simmering heat that threatened to consume me. I’d spent the afternoon lost in the mundane distractions of the Discovery Channel, a pathetic attempt to quell the rising tide of my own lust. But the television's flickering images couldn't compete with the primal urges tearing through my veins. With a sigh of resignation, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Garrett, and padded down the hallway towards the bedroom.

The bathroom mirror reflected a pale, flushed face, my eyes wide and desperate. A small, involuntary tremor ran through my body as I approached the bed, the thought of losing control driving me forward. It wasn't a conscious decision, not really, but rather an instinctive pull, a deep-seated need that overrode any sense of self-preservation. I reached for the covers, pulling them back with a gentle tug, revealing Garrett in all his slumbering glory. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, and his lips were curved in a peaceful smile. The sight of him, so vulnerable and relaxed, stirred something primal within me, intensifying the heat that already burned within my core. I felt a pang of guilt, a fleeting reminder of the responsibility I now carried, but it quickly dissolved in the face of the overwhelming desire that consumed me. It wasn't something I could easily manage on my own, not anymore. I needed him, craved his touch, yearned for the release that only he could provide.

Taking a deep breath, I began to move, slowly and deliberately, tracing the contours of my own body beneath the covers. My fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing, awakening the sensitive areas that awaited his attention. The anticipation built with each passing second, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. Finally, I found the place, the spot where my pleasure resided, and began to explore it with a frantic urgency. I moaned softly, lost in the throes of my own arousal, desperate for the release that was so close, yet still out of reach. It was a lonely feeling, a desperate plea for connection, a silent scream for the man who held the key to my pleasure.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle nudge against my leg, a hesitant touch that sent shivers down my spine. Garrett stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he registered my movement. "Need some help?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. The simple question sent a jolt of electricity through my body, intensifying my desire even further. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed back the covers, revealing his own naked form. The sight of his hard cock, gleaming in the dim light, sent a wave of pleasure washing over me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, letting my body respond instinctively to the promise of release.

He moved swiftly, his hand reaching out to gently remove my hand from my own throbbing clitoris. The contact was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing second. He kissed me softly, a tender gesture that belied the raw desire that lay beneath the surface. Then, with a decisive movement, he pushed back the covers further, exposing the entirety of his body to my eager gaze. The scent of his arousal filled my senses, intoxicating me, pulling me deeper into the depths of my own lust.

As he began to caress my clitoris, small, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body, I let out a gasp of pure delight. The rhythmic pressure, the gentle touch, the intimacy of the moment – it was overwhelming, consuming me entirely. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, letting go of all inhibitions, all thoughts, all concerns. It was just me, just him, and the exquisite pleasure we were sharing.

Then, a finger slipped inside, finding its way into the depths of my G-spot, sending a searing wave of heat through my body. It was an exquisite sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced. The pressure built slowly, deliberately, escalating into a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter me completely. "You're so wet," he whispered in my ear, his voice husky with arousal. "Aw, I'm gonna cum." I grunted in response, unable to contain my excitement.

As he continued to massage my G-spot, my walls began to contract, tightening around his finger as I edged closer to the precipice of orgasm. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch, pushing me to the very brink of release. "Mm-mm, cum all over my hand, baby. I want all that juice," he urged, his voice laced with lust. The words ignited a final spark within me, sending me spiraling into a frenzy of pleasure.

I could hear the rumbling in my stomach, the unmistakable sign that my orgasm was imminent. "Ohhhh yeaaah," I cried out, surrendering completely to the moment. I squeezed my legs together, arching my back, as my muscles tensed and contracted. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that left me breathless and weak.

I could feel my walls fully contracting around his finger, a powerful release that sent shivers through my entire body. When I was finished, he carefully withdrew his finger, leaving a wet, shiny trail on my skin. He licked it up with a slow, deliberate motion, savoring the taste of my pleasure. "Tasty," he said, looking deep into my eyes, his gaze filled with desire.

The aftermath was a hazy mix of euphoria and exhaustion. I took a few moments to calm down, drawing deep, steady breaths, trying to regain my composure. When I felt ready, I asked him if I could return the favor, my voice still trembling with pleasure. "Please do," he answered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I shifted onto my knees, allowing him to lift up his hips and slide his boxers down. The sight of his hard cock, laid out on his stomach, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I smiled, savoring the moment, relishing in the intimacy of our connection. I leaned forward, kissing his lips, his neck, his chest, descending slowly down his body, my tongue tracing every curve and contour. The touch was insistent, demanding, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me entirely.

“Ohh baby!” he groaned, arching his back in response. He lifted his hand, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me closer, guiding me towards his waiting body. I slid my hands down his shaft, clinging to his skin, desperate for the release that was so close. As he pulled me deeper, my legs began to shake uncontrollably, my body writhing in anticipation. He pushed further, his muscles contracting, forcing me to the very edge of ecstasy.

“You feel so good, Natalie! Yeah…suck my cock!” he demanded, his voice urgent, insistent. The words were like a shot of adrenaline, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. I obeyed without hesitation, using my hands to speed up the pace, determined to reach the ultimate peak. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, pushing me beyond the limits of my endurance.

“You’re making me…cummm!” he cried out, his voice strained, desperate. But I continued, driven by an insatiable hunger, determined to fulfill his every desire. The world faded away, reduced to the pounding of my heart and the exquisite pleasure that coursed through my veins.

Finally, he let out a final, guttural groan, releasing the last vestiges of his pent-up energy. I pulled away, gasping for air, my body limp and weak. We lay there for a moment, tangled together, savoring the aftermath of our shared pleasure. A comfortable silence settled between us, broken only by the soft rhythm of our breathing.

As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, we drifted off to sleep, exhausted but content, our bodies intertwined, our hearts overflowing with love and desire. The memory of our passionate encounter would linger long after we awoke, a sweet reminder of the intense connection we shared, a testament to the power of lust and the joy of shared pleasure.

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