Lunar Bloom: A Pregnant Delight

I never thought I could find her more beautiful than on our wedding night, but now—months pregnant, glowing, curves fuller—I can’t take my eyes off her. The way the light catches the swell of her belly, a perfect curve against her silk pajama top, is breathtaking. Her body has changed in the most intoxicating ways. Her breasts are heavier, rounder, spilling over her bra when she leans forward, the delicate lace of the straps digging slightly into her skin. Her butt—already one of my favorite things to grab—has filled out in a way that drives me insane, the gentle slope of her hips a constant temptation. Even her walk is different now—hips swaying, her curves demanding my attention, a silent invitation I can’t resist.

I trace my fingers over her belly, reverent at first, just feeling our child growing inside her. The soft, smooth skin beneath my fingertips sends shivers down my spine. She watches me with that mischievous smile and whispers, “Is this turning you on?” The sound of her voice, husky and low, sends a jolt through me.

“More than you know,” I breathe, sliding my hands up to her breasts. They feel incredible, warm and yielding beneath my touch. I cup them gently, thumb brushing her nipples through the thin fabric of her top, feeling the subtle tremor that runs through her as she anticipates what’s to come. Her moan is soft but desperate, like she’s been holding it in too long.

“I swear,” she pants, arching into my hands, “being pregnant has made me hornier than ever. I want you all the time.” Her confession hits me like a wave, stripping away any lingering restraint. My control snaps. I drop to my knees, kissing her belly, then her thighs, then squeezing her butt hard enough to make her squeal. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, moaning louder as I trail kisses up her body until my mouth finds hers.

“Don’t be gentle,” she begs between kisses, grinding her hips against me. “I want you to take me—completely.” The heat between us intensifies, a primal fire igniting with every touch.

I flip her gently onto the bed, kissing her swollen breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth while she gasps and moans my name. Her hands clutch the sheets, her back arches, her hips lift to meet me, clinging to me as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

“Please,” she whimpers, voice trembling, “I can’t wait.” The anticipation is almost unbearable, the desire building with each stolen glance, each lingering touch.

When I finally slide inside her, she cries out, raw and unrestrained. Her body clings to mine tighter than ever, and each thrust makes her moan louder. “Oh God . . . yes . . . yes, don’t stop.” Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body a vibrant symphony of pleasure.

I hold her legs wide, pounding into her as her breasts bounce with every thrust. She covers her mouth to muffle her cries, but I pull her hand away, wanting to hear everything. “I want every sound, baby,” I growl, and she moans louder, shameless, the room filled with her cries of pleasure.

I roll her onto her side, lifting her leg high so I can thrust deep while my hand grips her breast. She screams my name, begging me to keep going. Then I flip her onto all fours, her butt in the air, perfect and irresistible. I grab her hips and slam into her, watching her body shake with each thrust.

“Ohhh . . . Oh my God . . . Harder!” she wails, her voice breaking with every push. Her moans become wild, almost sobs of pleasure, and she presses her face into the pillow, her butt bouncing against me.

I squeeze her cheeks, spreading her open, thrusting harder. “You’re perfect,” I groan. “Your body . . . your boobs, your butt . . . you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m the luckiest man alive.” The feeling of her vulnerability, her complete surrender to my desires, is intoxicating.

When she can’t take it anymore, I pull her back on top of me. She straddles me, riding hard, her breasts bouncing as she claws at my chest. She throws her head back, screaming as she takes me deeper and deeper, her belly pressed against mine, her butt grinding down with every movement.

“Don’t stop,” she cries, voice breaking. “Oh God, I’m so close!” Her whole body shakes as she crashes into release, moaning uncontrollably, gripping me tight while I lose myself inside her. The scent of her sweat, mixed with the sweet fragrance of her arousal, fills the air, further fueling my desire.

When we finally collapse together, slick with sweat and trembling, I keep my hand on her belly, still deep inside her. It’s a tangible connection to the life growing within, a reminder of the miracle we’ve created.

I whisper against her ear, “I love you. Your body. Our baby. All of it.” Her eyes flutter open, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and pure bliss.

She presses her forehead against mine and whispers, “I’ve never felt more yours than right now.” Her words send a shiver through my body, solidifying the bond between us, strengthening the connection that binds us together in this shared experience. The glow from the soft bedside lamp illuminates her radiant form, highlighting every curve, every contour, making her even more beautiful, even more desirable. It's a feeling I’ll never forget, a moment of perfect intimacy, sealed by the promise of the life we’re carrying within us. The pregnancy has not just changed her body; it has amplified her beauty, her allure, making her the most captivating woman I’ve ever known. The desire within me burns brighter than ever before, fueled by the sight of her, the feel of her, and the knowledge that we’re creating something truly special, something precious, something utterly, irrevocably ours.

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