Preggo Heat: A Husband's Delight

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the insistent throb building within me. Four months pregnant, I felt a primal heat rising, a desperate need for release that threatened to consume me. My husband, Mark, had been burning the midnight oil at the construction site, exhausted and yearning for the solace of our bed. As I stepped out of the shower, the scent of lavender body wash clinging to my skin, I knew exactly what he craved – a sensual experience that would ignite his senses and satisfy his primal urges.

I selected a pair of silky, crimson lace panties, their delicate threads whispering against my skin as I pulled them on. A generous spritz of vanilla and sandalwood fragrance enveloped me, further intensifying the intoxicating aroma that promised pleasure. Slipping onto the bed beside him, I noticed he was already dozing, his face relaxed and serene. Moving slowly, deliberately, I climbed onto his chest, my body molding to his form. A wet patch blossomed beneath my panties, a clear indication of my mounting excitement. My pussy lips tingled with anticipation, and my body began to tremble as I started to massage his back, circling my hips to stimulate my clit.

The gentle pressure sent shivers down his spine, jolting him awake with a low growl of pleasure. He shifted slightly, pulling my panties to the side, giving me the opportunity to indulge in a self-pleasing ritual. My fingers traced the glistening folds of my labia, exploring the sensitive flesh of my pussy lips and the entrance to my vagina. The sensation was exquisite, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan as my clit began to throb uncontrollably. I continued my rhythmic exploration, feeling my body heat intensify, my senses heightened. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

As I reached down to pull my panties further to the side, my fingers brushed against my own wetness, sending another wave of pleasure washing over me. My body arched involuntarily, and I knew I needed more. It was time to give Mark the experience of a lifetime. With a playful smirk, I positioned myself above him, straddling his face, allowing him to feel my weight and the heat of my body. Lowering myself onto his waiting tongue, I felt a surge of adrenaline as he began to lick my lips, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His teeth gently nibbled on my throbbing clit, intensifying the pleasure, while his hands explored my body with a passionate intensity.

“I want to taste you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

Lost in the moment, I crawled further up his body, clinging to him with desperate abandon. The anticipation was overwhelming, and I felt myself on the verge of an explosive release. He continued his sensual assault, his tongue tracing the contours of my body, feeding my lust, and driving me closer to the brink. Then, he moved on to my longing hole, probing it gently with his tongue, teasing my senses before delivering a more forceful exploration.

Spinning around, I returned the favor, sucking on his swollen tip with a primal hunger. It was a reciprocal act of pleasure, a shared experience of raw desire. As I continued to feed off his arousal, my body began to convulse with anticipation, and I realized I needed him inside me to truly reach my peak. Without hesitation, I shifted positions, pulling him closer until he was fully exposed. Thrusting my cock deep into his body, I pressed against his g-spot, feeling the intense pleasure as he responded to my touch.

We rode him hard, grinding our bodies together in a frenzy of passion. My clit continued to throb, stimulated by the friction, while Mark’s body arched in response, his muscles straining against my grip. The rain outside intensified, pounding against the roof like a frantic heartbeat, mirroring the rhythm of our bodies. Suddenly, he thrust harder, his movements becoming more forceful, and I felt a powerful wave of pleasure wash over me. I let out a piercing cry, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Then, it happened. With a final, desperate thrust, he shot his load deep into my tight pussy, releasing a torrent of semen that sent shivers down my spine. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect culmination of desire and pleasure. We both cried out in ecstasy, lost in the throes of our shared experience. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment. As we collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and spent, I knew that this was a night we would never forget. The rain continued to fall, washing away our sweat and desires, but the memory of our passionate encounter would linger long after the storm had passed. The primal heat within me continued to burn, a constant reminder of the pleasure we had shared, and the deep connection we had forged in the heart of our secluded cabin. It was an experience that still made my pussy juices flow, and I knew that it would forever hold a special place in my heart.

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