Delayed Desire, Sacred Timing

My husband and I decided we would wait to start our family; we were young when we got married. We felt God call us to marriage but not kids yet. Our friends and family got married and had kids—my sister got pregnant on her wedding day! Nine months after she married, my twin nieces were born. That’s one of the most precious things ever! However, God calls people at different times, and we knew he didn’t want us to be parents yet. I thought I felt the urge to start trying three years ago. God has blessed us with so many opportunities. My husband started working at a new job, and I got a promotion at work. However, my husband didn’t feel the same urge. We prayed about it, and God told us not yet. When God gifted us with an amazing new home and a new car, we began thinking maybe this was the moment. When we were in bed talking, my husband mentioned being a dad. He said he loved it that God chose me as his wife and the mother of his future children. I thought this was a sign we should start trying to start our family. I felt that urge again. To think that my husband’s body and my body together can create a precious from God, a baby… The idea of us coming together to create a child sent chills up my body. My husband shared the same feelings, and we prayed about it. We wanted to make sure the time was right and this was God’s timing for us.

A few days later, my husband and I felt the same urges. We were both excited. We started trying; in the fall of 2019, I went off birth control. Although we don’t usually plan intercourse, this time we did plan it around the approximate time of my ovulation. I had an app that helped me determine our best chances at pregnancy. The thought of my husband cumming in me and getting me pregnant made me wet. That whole day was exciting for me, and I decided to make it extra special. Since my husband had to work, I decided to order take out. I bought a sexy, tight red dress that shows a bit more than I would in public, but it was for my husband’s eyes only. I bought five-inch black heels to go with it and also did my makeup and hair. When my husband came home, he would walk in to see a candlelight dinner. We texted back and forth, and I had to try hard not to spoil what was waiting for him. I had left cute, naughty notes all over the place that would lead him to our bedroom. When his keys jangled in the lock and the front door swung open, I was standing there waiting for him. I went over to kiss him. “Wow,” my husband said, his eyes wide. I showed him the first note and handed it to him. “I can’t wait for you to get me pregnant,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t stop screaming.” “Oh, really?” my husband said. His eyes glazed as he kissed me passionately. It wasn’t suppose to happen this way. We were supposed to eat dinner, tease each other, go super slow, then make our way to the bedroom. I wrote notes, but we didn’t follow them. Oops. Once my husband kissed me like he did, that was it. My heart raced. My stomach got butterflies. I couldn’t stop myself, and neither could he. We went after each other’s bodies there at the door. My husband kissed my neck, and eventually we made it to a living room chair, our tongues in each other’s mouths. I knew I was wet—very wet, and any thought of dinner left my mind; I only wanted to devour and be devoured by him. I could feel my husband’s erection through his pants and took them off of him. His beautiful penis sprang free. This penis, his penis, would soon enter me and put a baby inside me. I took control, sat him down, then got on my knees and looked my husband in the eye. “This is beautiful,” I whispered. I played with my husband’s hard penis for a few moments. “Can’t wait until it’s inside me,” I whispered before putting him in my mouth, the head and shaft gliding down my tongue. I took him out of my mouth to lick his balls before going back up to engulf him. “Oooooo,” my husband moaned. I took his cock as deep as it could go. Seeing his eyes roll back and hearing him moan made me wetter. I sucked fast, and more sweet moans escaped my husband’s mouth. “You’re so good, baby.” My husband’s praise made me smile. As I wrapped my lips back around the head of his penis, I felt him trying to get up. “No,” I said. “Stay.” I got up and whispered in his ear, “I want you to put a baby in me. I want you to make me scream.” With my dress and heels still on, I took off my thong panties. Then I straddled my husband’s lap and lowered myself onto his hard penis. Very slowly, I felt my wet vaginal walls separate, welcoming his stiff cock inside me. A very slight moan escaped from my lips. Lifting my dress up and bunching it at my waist, I leaned forward and kissed my husband on the lips before beginning to rock back and forth on his dick. Then I tried using my Kegals as I went up and down on his cock, something I had read about. “Fuck,” my husband moaned. “That feel good, baby?” “Yes.” He held my hips and my dress. “Oh my god, baby, that feelsogood!” His eyes rolled back. I continued my Kegals, not knowing if I was doing it right. But judging by my husband’s reaction, I was. My vaginal walls gripped his dick and held onto it. Every time I did one, my husband would moan or yelp in pleasure, which thrilled me. I rode my husband as he sat in the chair, sweat building up between us. I went faster and got even wetter at his sounds of pleasure. “Baby, that’s it. You do it so good, baby,” my husband moaned. “I want you to cum and fill me up. I want you so badly. Cum in me.” I felt my legs tiring out; what a bummer! I pushed through the burn until I had to stop. However, my husband unexpectedly grabbed my hips and started to slowly fuck up into me from his seated position. I continued my kegels, and we both moaned. “Mmmm,” I groaned. “Go harder.” “Like this, huh?” My husband held my hips in place and increased the force behind his thrusts. I felt so weak. I tried to keep up but couldn’t; I lost myself. “Yes, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it. Cum! I want you to cum and fill me up. I want you inside me.” My husband started to pound me from underneath. “Yes, baby. Yes.” I moaned. A few seconds later… “Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, shit,” my husband yelled, and he emptied his load into me. “That’s it, baby. Fill me up,” I said as I kissed him. I felt my husband in me, his sperm gushing. Knowing his sweet cum filled me and my egg was there to meet it gave me an incredible sense of joy. As I got off my husband, we kissed. I had meant for us to fuck in the bedroom, not downstairs. And I’d created a whole candlelight dinner and written sweet notes. I didn’t want that to go to waste. Instead of just cleaning up, I told my husband to stay downstairs. I wiped away what was leaking out me, and we sat down to eat dinner. The first thing I did after grace was give him again the note and handed it to him. “I want to end tonight in the bedroom.” I winked. “I want all of your sperm inside me. A few of them are probably at my egg right now.” My husband and I sat down and ate dinner, waiting for round two. He sat at the table naked while I still had my sexy dress and heels on. “I can’t wait until you see what’s under this dress,” I teased. You would’ve thought we would be tired, but we were actually just getting started. We continued to talk dirty while we ate dinner and finished off a bottle of wine while listening to romantic music. Then he followed the trail of notes, and we slowly made our way upstairs to our bedroom. I’d covered the bed in sexy rose petals and dimmed the lights. On our night stand sat another bottle of wine and chocolate strawberries. I grew wetter and wetter knowing I wasn’t on birth control and my husband would cum in me again tonight. There’s something different about having unprotected, raw sex with your spouse. It’s so sexy and a turn on knowing his body will ejaculate into mine, and my egg will meet his sperm. Then the two will become one to make a baby. It makes me so wet, and sometimes I even say, “Get me pregnant” to encourage him to finish in me. I can’t wait to write about our pregnancy sex story when we are successful. Stay tuned for that one!

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