Expanding Love, Growing Desire

The Sunday morning sun streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets of our king-sized bed. It was my birthday, and the air hung thick with the scent of lavender and something else, something primal and undeniably delicious – Kate’s pregnancy hormones. She was nearing eight months along, her body a magnificent testament to the miracle of life, and frankly, it was driving me wild. As she stirred, the quilt slipping from her shoulders, I knew exactly what I wanted. Not just a morning, but an entire day dedicated to satisfying the burgeoning desires within me.

She moved with a languid grace, the swell of her belly a constant reminder of the life growing within her. As she headed for the bathroom, her gaze lingered on her breasts, a familiar flicker of self-consciousness in her eyes. They were small, undeniably so, a fact she’d mentioned countless times, always followed by my reassurances that they were perfect, just the way they were. But today, a new thought took root, an audacious idea that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

As she returned, her form a silhouette against the light, I seized the moment. “My birthday starts right now,” I announced, the words tumbling out with a force I hadn't anticipated. Confusion clouded her face, but there was also a hint of something else – a playful curiosity, a willingness to indulge. “We still have plenty of time before church. I want to have booby sex.”

Without a word, she dropped to her knees, her movements fluid and instinctive. She took my cock in her mouth, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through my body. Her touch was gentle yet firm, her lips parting slightly as she began to work her way inside. The anticipation built, a slow burn that threatened to consume me entirely. My arousal intensified, my muscles tensing with every movement. I shifted slightly, angling myself to better accommodate her ministrations.

As her attention shifted to my erect member, my gaze followed her every move. The swelling of her breasts, so subtly amplified by the pregnancy, was a constant source of pleasure. Her skin was soft and warm, and as she pressed her melons together, creating a space for my cock to nestle within, my heart pounded in my chest. I began to stimulate her, my thumbs gently caressing her dark brown nipples and areolas, seeking the perfect spot for maximum sensation. The combination of her oral pleasure and my manual stimulation was intoxicating, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

She positioned her head, a perfect fit, and with a determined look, took control of my cock. The pressure was intense, but welcome, a signal that we were both fully immersed in this shared experience. Thrusting deep into her mouth, she began to rhythmically rock back and forth, drawing out a thick, viscous fluid. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure and release. My body responded instinctively, my muscles contracting in waves as I followed her lead.

I pulled my cock free, her lean forward as she centered it between her ample melons. Pressing her lovely orbs together, my thumbs continued their gentle dance, teasing her sensitive skin. The stimulation was intense, a rollercoaster of sensations that left me breathless. The aroma of her sweat mingled with the scent of her arousal, creating an intoxicating blend that heightened my senses. She was completely lost in the moment, her eyes closed, her body trembling with pleasure. I could feel her anticipation, her desire to surrender completely to the pleasure she was receiving.

Needing no further encouragement, she took the lead once more, positioning her head to receive the full force of my thrusts. Her saliva coated my cock, providing ample lubrication as I plunged deeper and deeper. The rhythm was perfect, a hypnotic dance of pleasure and release. As I reached the point of no return, my muscles clenched, and a guttural moan escaped my lips. The pressure was immense, but it was a pressure I welcomed, a sign that we were both on the verge of a monumental climax.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” I grunted, letting her know the moment had arrived. Her response was immediate, a frantic series of moans and gasps as she intensified her efforts. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that washed over me. My body convulsed, my muscles spasming uncontrollably. The pressure mounted, and finally, with a final, desperate thrust, I unleashed a torrent of warm, salty semen into the depths of her stomach.

As the last drop escaped my body, Kate applied pressure to my cock, milking out any remaining fluid. She laughed, a sound of pure delight, as she swallowed every last drop. “Birthday present for me?” she asked, her voice breathless.

I pulled her head into my chest, cradling her close, and began to stroke her hair, my hands lingering on her swollen belly. The feeling of her warmth against my skin was intoxicating, a tangible representation of the love and connection we shared. With her body supported against my chest, I shifted her to face me, my eyes locking with hers. A slow smile spread across my face as I prepared to take her on a journey of exquisite pleasure.

Her pussy was now significantly dilated, a testament to the rapid growth of our child. As I prepared to explore its depths, I took a moment to admire the softness and elasticity of her skin. I gently teased her labia, preparing her for the intense pleasure to come. With a gentle but firm grip, I began to penetrate her, feeling the warmth of her body radiating through my fingertips. The sensation was incredible, a perfect blend of tenderness and passion.

As I continued to thrust deeper, her cries of pleasure grew louder and more insistent. Her body arched in response, her muscles tensing with each movement. I continued my assault, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy. The pleasure was too much to bear, but I refused to relent. With a final, desperate thrust, I reached the summit, unleashing a massive ejaculation that reverberated through her entire body.

She let out a primal scream, her body writhing in ecstasy. Her pussy was throbbing with pleasure, and her tears streamed down her cheeks. I held her close, savoring every moment of this shared experience. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our mutual desire. As she finally calmed down, I continued to stroke her body, my hands exploring every inch of her skin.

Later that day, after a shower and a change of clothes, I returned to our bed, eager to continue where we had left off. The anticipation was palpable as I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. She lay naked on the bed, her body still radiating heat from our previous encounter. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before stripping down myself. As I lay beside her, our bodies intertwined, we continued our sensual exploration, feeding each other's desires with unrestrained passion. The joy of the moment was infectious, and we lost ourselves in the sheer pleasure of our shared experience. The memory of this perfect Sunday morning would forever be etched in my mind, a testament to the enduring power of love and lust.

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