Full Throttle Bump: A Desperate Plea

The air in the bedroom hung thick with anticipation, a humid blanket clinging to the sheets as eight months of pregnancy had taken their toll on her ability to perform. Yet, her desire hadn't diminished, a simmering heat beneath the growing curve of her belly. He understood this, respecting her boundaries while acknowledging the insistent pull of their shared intimacy. They’d spoken about it, a careful negotiation where he’d pledged to wait for her invitation, a silent agreement that held a potent charge. Now, a week later, the desire had finally broken through, a forceful wave crashing against the shores of her restraint.

As they settled into bed, both seeking the solace of rest, she moved beneath the duvet, her hand instinctively seeking the familiar warmth of his body. A playful transgression, a silent signal of her intent. "You're naughty," he murmured, his voice low and husky as his cock began to swell. The weight of her burgeoning form pressed against his legs, a constant reminder of the miracle growing within her, yet it did little to quell the burning sensation that now consumed her. She shifted to all fours, pulling herself between his open legs, a precarious balancing act that showcased her vulnerability and her unwavering need.

He hardened with each passing moment, the heat radiating from his core intensifying as her touch grew bolder. Long, languid licks began, tracing the contours of his shaft, pulling him deeper into a world of pleasure and anticipation. Her moans, soft at first, escalated into desperate pleas as she clung to his attention, savoring every sensation. Finally, she took a more assertive approach, drawing his cock deep into her mouth, a primal act of intimacy that bypassed all restraint. "I love having my cock in your mouth," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. He lifted the duvet slightly, a glimpse of her flushed face visible before he quickly lowered it again, granting her the fresh air she needed to continue her relentless assault.

As they shifted positions, a slow dance of pleasure and vulnerability, her breasts swelled with a newfound firmness, a testament to the changes her body had undergone. He delighted in their fullness, reaching down to caress them gently before moving upwards, tracing the curve of her torso, over her swollen abdomen, and onto her inner thighs. He teased her with kisses, lingering over her pussy, his breath warm and intoxicating as he swapped between her thighs, a tantalizing hint of what was to come. Just as he prepared to descend, he paused, blowing a cool, forceful stream of air against her entrance, a playful reminder of the pleasure that lay ahead.

A gasp escaped her lips as his tongue, thick and eager, wiggled its way between her lips, breaking through her initial hesitation. The dryness quickly yielded to the rush of her own juices, a welcome sensation that ignited her senses. He licked around the opening, constantly monitoring her lubrication, ensuring a perfect balance of pleasure and control. Finally, he plunged deep, his cock meeting her sweet, yielding pussy with a powerful thrust. Her gasps and rhythmic contractions of her hips echoed his own mounting excitement, a symphony of shared pleasure. "Lick my clit," she demanded, her voice laced with urgency, and true to his nature, he complied. He began by circling her clitoris with slow, deliberate rotations, building anticipation before escalating to a frenzied pace, his enthusiasm overwhelming her senses. "A bit softer," she whispered, breaking through his momentum, and he regained his composure, adjusting his rhythm to match her desires.

Taking advantage of her momentary respite, he began to massage her lips with his finger, gently rubbing around the opening of her dripping cunt, creating a tingling sensation that heightened her arousal. Then, with his palm facing upwards, he thrust his middle finger deep inside her, moving it up and down, stimulating her entire vaginal canal. Her back arched in response, arching her body in a desperate attempt to satisfy her desires. As he continued his ministrations, he raised his hand, supporting her weight, ensuring that the pleasure remained constant and intense. Finally, he began massaging the top wall of her cunt, the area surrounding her clitoris, further stimulating her sensitive nerve endings. The combined stimulation of her clitoris, both internally and externally, pushed her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

He quickened his pace, working tirelessly to maintain his grip on her writhing body. She normally relished watching him devour her pussy, but now, her bulging abdomen prevented any such display, forcing her to focus entirely on her own pleasure. Her breathing grew faster and deeper, her gasps and moans escalating into primal cries of ecstasy. He drew strength from her escalating pleas, fueling his own desire to deliver an experience she wouldn’t soon forget. Her loud, frenzied orgasms continued in bursts of 5, 10, 15 seconds, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. She began to ease off, anticipating the inevitable release, but he sensed her hesitation and pressed on, determined to prolong the experience. More waves of ecstasy followed, each one building upon the last, pushing her further and further into the depths of sensation. After 30 seconds of intense pleasure, she collapsed, exhausted and utterly spent.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, her voice hoarse with pleasure, "I think I’ll give you a ‘doggy’," and with that, she assumed the position, fully aware of the power she now possessed. He marveled at the sight of her wet, engorged pussy, a perfect invitation for his eager cock. It slid in with ease, a seamless transition from arousal to pleasure. Lost in the moment, he took his time, slowly pushing and pulling, savoring the sensation of her warm, yielding flesh against his sensitive post-ejaculatory cock. He loved the slow build-up, the anticipation that preceded the inevitable climax, a feeling of delicious discomfort that left him craving more.

As her gasps grew more rapid, he knew that he was close to her breaking point, yet he held back, determined to push her even further. He continued to tease her, prolonging the sensation, drawing out every last drop of pleasure before letting her finally explode. He collapsed beside her, both exhausted and satisfied, knowing that this pregnancy sex story would remain etched in their memories forever. It was likely one of their last such indulgences before the arrival of their child, a bittersweet reminder of the passion and intimacy they shared.

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