Last Ride, Growing Belly (L)

The air in our rented room at the old university felt thick with anticipation, a strange mix of nervous energy and raw desire. Seven months pregnant, my body was undeniably changing, the constant expansion of my belly a gentle reminder of the miracle growing within me. Yet, this also brought a wave of insecurity, a fear that my altered form would hinder our intimacy. It was a battle between my primal urges and my anxieties, a struggle I desperately wanted to conquer, especially with my supportive and loving husband by my side. Tonight, I decided to take the plunge, to ignore my worries and fully embrace the pleasure we could share.

As I crawled under the covers, seeking refuge from the discomfort of my growing belly, I reached for the marriage heat website, hoping to find inspiration. The stories there were potent, igniting a fervent heat in my pussy, but even as my body responded, my mind remained hesitant. It was as if a wall of self-doubt stood between me and the joy I craved. Taking a few deep breaths to center myself, I resolved to overcome this mental block, to push past the insecurities and simply enjoy the moment.

I slipped on a pair of soft, lace g-string panties, clinging to the last vestiges of my youthful figure. The memory of our last wax, done just days before our trip, flooded my senses, bringing with it a delicious shiver. I took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away my worries, as I meticulously cleaned and rinsed my pussy, relishing the feeling of being freshly cleansed and ready for pleasure. Imitating the way my husband always caresses me, I began to explore my own body, letting my hands trace the curves and swells, drawing out the heat that threatened to consume me. The scent of the lavender soap mingled with the anticipation of the night ahead, a heady combination that heightened my senses.

As I dried off, wrapping myself in a towel, my husband was already stirring, lost in the depths of sleep. Summoning all my courage, I whispered, “Wake up… I just took a shower and I’m feeling so horny.” My voice was barely audible, but it was enough to rouse him from his slumber. He blinked, his eyes struggling to focus, and a slow smile spread across his face as he registered my presence.

“Not yet…..” he teased groggily, stretching languidly. “Maybe you should keep going…”

I slowly crawled over to him, pulling back the covers to reveal his chest. My lips brushed his cheek, then moved down to his jawline, tracing the curve of his neck where I could feel his pulse quicken. I increased the pressure, sucking at his neck, just as we used to when we were dating, savoring the sensation of his arousal. My hands then began to roam across his upper body, exploring the contours of his shoulders and chest, reveling in his sheer masculinity.

“Are you awake yet?” I asked coyly, my voice a silken whisper.

“Not yet…..” he teased, his voice still thick with sleep. “Maybe you should keep going…”

As I continued my exploration, my gaze fell upon his erect penis. With a confident smile, I moved my hands down the front of his neck, pulling him closer until our bodies were intertwined. I lowered myself onto his chest, straddling him with one leg bent and the other extended, allowing me to reach the sensitive area below. As soon as my tongue made contact, he inhaled sharply, his hand instinctively rising between my legs, seeking comfort and connection.

“Ok! I love this g-string on you,” he said, his eyes still closed, as he took in the sight of my exposed body. He could tell exactly which one it was just by the feeling of the lace against his skin. Instinctively, I moved my hand down to his already semi-erect penis, sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re making me really wet,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire. “I’ve been thinking about you sliding this inside me all week.”

His eyes shot open, and he shifted position, creating more room for me on the bed. “Come here. You smell really good,” he whispered, pulling me closer with an arm around my head and the other down between my legs again. I looked down at his cock and, unable to resist, bit my lip as he began to work at rubbing me over my panties. I loved the slow, deliberate pace, allowing me to fully immerse myself in the anticipation. Soon, my g-string was soaked, and I found it increasingly difficult to control my moans, the walls of the room seeming to shrink with each passing moment.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “You’re getting so hot.”

“I’m nervous I’ll make too much noise and someone will hear…” I confided, feeling a surge of vulnerability.

“We’re allowed,” he smiled reassuringly. “We’re married now. I love hearing you moan. Plus…you’re so hot. I always wanted to do this with you here. What else are you thinking about?”

As I pondered his words, my mind drifted back to the stories I had read on the marriage heat website, the images of intense pleasure fueling my desire. “I want you but my body just keeps getting bigger and more in the way…” I admitted, feeling a wave of frustration.

“I love how your body looks right now and how you feel when you’re wet,” he whispered into my ear, his voice thick with desire. He moved his hand from between my legs up to my breasts, caressing them with reverence. “I especially love how God made these on you right now. I love how full they feel lately.” He then moved his hands down to my stomach, marveling at the burgeoning life within me. “I love that your body can carry our child.” Finally, he moved his hands down to my legs, tracing the contours of my muscles, appreciating their strength and beauty.

He continued massaging my inner thighs, and I relaxed into the bed, surrendering to his touch. I tried to regulate my breathing, focusing on the sensations flooding my body, allowing the pleasure to wash over me without restraint. Before long, I was moaning again, reveling in the pleasure he was giving me and feeling a newfound confidence in my changing form. As he moved his fingers down to my clit, I arched my back, pushing against his chest, drawing him closer.

“Do you want my dick inside you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I let out another moan, pulling his arm so his hand bypassed my panties and rubbed on my naked clit. I reached up to feel his hard cock, and all I could think about was having it in my mouth. “Fuck my mouth,” I announced, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Yea?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew how much I enjoyed sucking on his penis, and the thought of extending that pleasure to his most sensitive organ sent shivers down my spine. His fingers kept working on my clit, and as he brought his erect member closer, I felt an uncontrollable urge to take it into my own hands.

“Keep rubbing my clit while I suck on it,” I told him, my voice barely a whisper. “I need you to go deeper, push past the boundaries of my comfort.”

As he complied, the waves of pleasure intensified, overwhelming my senses. Every thrust sent a fresh surge of heat through my body, further fueling my desire. I squeezed his butt a little so he would go deeper inside my mouth and then, lost in the moment, I bit my lip and closed my eyes as he slid his middle finger inside me and continued to stimulate my clit with his thumb.

“I’m about to cum,” I mumbled, my voice strained with pleasure, and then gagged as he thrust far beyond my comfort zone. “Don’t take it out! I like it when it goes that deep,” I protested, clinging to him for support.

“I’m gunna cum down your throat,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “Keep taking my dick.”

As he continued his assault, I found myself losing control, surrendering to the intense pleasure that consumed me. My body released in a series of involuntary spasms, and as he brought his cock down my throat, I let out a final, ecstatic moan before exploding with pleasure. Once I came, it didn't take long for him to finish inside my mouth, leaving me breathless and weak.

“You were really brave to try something new,” he said as he wiped off his penis, his eyes filled with admiration. “You sucked on it for so long! I really, really liked that.”

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