Cabin Fever & Conception Dreams

The rain hammered against the windows of the cabin, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest. Matt and I had driven up to the secluded retreat just a few days ago, seeking refuge from the city and, more importantly, from the endless, mundane conversations about expanding our family. We’d both found a strange, undeniable comfort in the process of trying for a second child. It felt like a sacred ritual, a shared vulnerability that deepened our connection. The cabin, purchased by my parents as a surprise, was the perfect setting for this intimate exploration.

The morning after our arrival, we’d spent the entire day snuggled beneath a mountain of blankets, lost in the quiet joy of simply being together. Then, as the rain intensified, Matt had started to escalate his advances, his kisses becoming more insistent, his hands moving lower, tracing the delicate curves of my body with a slow, deliberate pleasure. The cups of my bra had slipped down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my chest, and he’d taken one breast in his mouth, nibbling gently on my nipple while his free hand kneaded the other, teasing and tantalizing. I had responded with moans, my hands instinctively reaching out to tangle in his thick, dark hair, rubbing his muscular back with a desperate longing.

Then, without warning, he unleashed a torrent of passion. His kissing intensified, a frenzied assault of lips and tongues, a desperate plea for release. He unclasped my bra, peeling off my damp, clinging panties with a gruff, almost violent efficiency. “You are all mine,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble, as if savoring the feeling of dominance.

My world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of his touch, the heat radiating from his body, the desperate need to submit to his will. As we continued our escalating dance of desire, his hands descended, seeking the very core of my being. When I least expected it, he plunged two fingers deep into my vagina, his thumb rubbing rhythmically against my clitoris. It was an electrifying moment, a primal surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. I almost lost control, gasping involuntarily as he simultaneously pumped and rubbed, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

The anticipation was unbearable, so I grabbed his hips and pulled his boxers off, revealing his fully erect penis. I eagerly took hold of his member, sucking slowly and possessively, while my other hand cupped his testicles, feeling the taut, powerful muscles beneath his skin. He leaned in, forcing my head so that his penis was almost at my throat, his hot breath fanning my skin. “Oh, darling!” he moaned, a mixture of pleasure and desperation in his voice. It was a phrase he often used, a testament to his unwavering devotion. As his wife, it was an undeniably delicious sound.

For a good five minutes, we remained locked in this intense embrace, pushing each other to the limits of our sensations. Finally, he pulled his penis out, gently laid me back down, and positioned himself at the entrance of my vagina, teasing me with his proximity. The anticipation built, a delicious torture that only intensified my desire.

Remembering our conversation about trying for another baby, he placed a small pillow at the small of my back and plunged into me, immediately. I gasped, my body convulsing as he filled me to the hilt, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. “Babe, I want to make you pregnant again!” he shouted, his voice filled with raw emotion, his thrusts becoming increasingly forceful and insistent.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and responded with moans, clinging to him as he continued his relentless assault. Every kiss was followed by a slow, deliberate thrust, a carefully orchestrated dance of pleasure and pain. The rain continued to batter the cabin walls, but inside, we were lost in a world of our own making, a world fueled by lust and desire.

My moans gradually shifted to heavy, ragged breathing, a sign that I was nearing the brink of orgasm. Matt’s thrusting intensity softened slightly, and I sensed that he was preparing for release. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, and I knew that in a matter of seconds, he would explode in a torrent of ecstasy.

“Oh, baby! I’m filling you with my seed! Oh, baby, take it all in!” he panted, his voice thick with arousal, as he finally unleashed his pent-up energy. When he ejaculated, I orgasmed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over me. I loved these moments, the feeling of being completely consumed by desire, the complete surrender to the overwhelming sensation of release. It was a visceral connection, a primal dance that left us both breathless and trembling.

Matt made sure every last drop of his cum was deposited in me before gently pulling his penis out. We lay on the bed, just staring into one another’s eyes, basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. He placed a hand over my stomach, rubbing it slowly and giving it a gentle kiss, a silent promise of the life growing within me. “I hope I made you pregnant,” he said, his voice filled with hope and anticipation.

“I’m sure you did, Matt. I’m sure you did,” I replied, squeezing his hand, a silent affirmation of my own growing hope.

Two months later, we received the news that we were expecting a second child, another boy, and now I am six and a half months pregnant. Matt and I have been experiencing an even more intense level of sexual activity than before, finding new and exciting ways to explore our shared desire. The cabin, now filled with the scent of baby powder and the sound of tiny footsteps, has become a sanctuary, a place where we can reconnect with each other and with the primal forces that brought us together. I can’t wait to share this experience with you all, to witness the birth of our little one and the continuation of our passionate journey. The thought of expanding our family, of adding another layer of love and laughter to our lives, fills me with an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation. And as I lie here, exhausted but exhilarated, I know that we are ready for whatever comes next. The rain continues to fall outside, a constant reminder of the wild, untamed nature of our desires, but inside, we are safe, secure, and deeply connected, ready to embrace the next chapter of our lives together.

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