Pregnant Heat; Silent Needs

The scent of sandalwood and citrus clung to the air, a familiar comfort in our shared sanctuary. Two years had passed since we’d said “I do,” and while the joy of impending parenthood filled our hearts, a restlessness had begun to stir within me, a yearning for the raw, uninhibited passion we'd once known. My twenty-three weeks into this pregnancy had brought with it a tidal wave of hormones, leaving me craving more than just gentle touch. Javi, my winery manager, my love, was oblivious to the simmering desire building within me, lost in the fragrant world of grapes and fermentation. He’d just come home from a particularly long shift, weary but happy, and collapsed onto the bed, seeking the solace of sleep. It was then, as he lay there, shirtless and vulnerable, that I decided to act.

I’d been meticulously planning this moment for days, selecting a sheer, crimson lace two-piece that I knew would ignite his attention. As I stepped out of the shower, the cool air clinging to my skin, I caught his gaze. He was lying on his side, his breathing slow and deep, a faint smile playing on his lips. A mischievous glint sparked in my eyes. “I thought we could go back to old days,” I murmured, my voice a silken invitation.

He shifted slightly, his eyes widening in recognition. “You’re serious?” he asked, a hint of disbelief in his tone. I nodded, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. With a deliberate grace, I rolled onto him, positioning myself so that my breasts, now noticeably fuller, brushed against his chest. The heat of his body against mine was immediate, a primal connection that sent shivers down my spine. I pressed closer, our nude torsos meeting, the soft fabric of my lingerie offering minimal resistance. He noticed the subtle shift, his gaze lingering on my burgeoning form. The scent of his sweat mingled with the intoxicating aroma of my skin, creating an intoxicating blend that heightened my senses.

As I leaned in, my lips tracing the line of his jaw, avoiding the sensitive warmth of his mouth, he responded with a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn't the passionate, hurried kisses we used to exchange, but a tender, almost reverent one, acknowledging the changes within me. Rolling me onto my side, I continued my advance, my kisses becoming more insistent, targeting the sensitive skin of his chest and abdomen. The heat radiating from his body intensified as he began to writhe beneath my touch, his muscles flexing involuntarily. My hand found its way to his lower abdomen, tracing the swell of his burgeoning manhood. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, a potent reminder of the pleasure to come.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. “You’re a bold one,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Taking his response as encouragement, I gently pulled down his briefs, revealing the magnificent sight that awaited me. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy as I took in the sight of his erect manhood, so eagerly awaiting my touch. I grabbed him, my fingers caressing his skin with an intensity that mirrored my own rising excitement. Beginning in slow circles, my touch became more frantic, more demanding, as I moved my hands up and down his body, savoring the heat of his skin against mine.

As I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his happy trail, a moan escaped his lips, a low rumble that vibrated through my entire being. The sound was music to my ears, confirming that my efforts had not been in vain. My hand, not resting on my breast, moved downward, tracing the contours of my clit, my anticipation reaching fever pitch. He watched with an approving, disbelieving expression, as my body responded to his touch, the muscles in my thighs tightening involuntarily.

With a final, decisive movement, I pulled myself onto his lap, my body pressed firmly against his. He held me close, his hands gripping my arms, pulling me even closer as we rolled onto our backs. "That's my job," he murmured, his voice a low growl, as he took control, his hands descending to caress the mound between my thighs. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious blend of pleasure and anticipation.

As he worked his way down my body, my heart pounded against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The heat intensified, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting go of all inhibitions. Suddenly, he moved his hand towards my breasts, pulling down my lace and revealing the full extent of my blossoming form. "But this is my favorite," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

His lips brushed against my clit, and I gasped, my body arching in response. He continued his exploration, his fingers teasing and tantalizing, sending waves of pleasure through me. As he continued his descent, he reached my underwear, his gaze lingering on my bulging belly before he looked at me with a crooked smile. "Lace?" he questioned, his voice filled with amusement.

"Your favorite," I stated matter-of-factly, my voice barely a whisper. "Too bad they’re going to have to come off," he said with a playful smirk, gently tugging at the lace, pulling it down my legs. The anticipation built, and I held my breath, waiting for the moment of release.

He placed his mouth between my thighs, initiating a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that left me breathless. With his middle finger, he began to explore my clit, his movements precise and deliberate. As he swirled around my clit with his tongue, my body convulsed with pleasure, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. At the same time, he continued to pump his dick with his other hand, working his finger magic on my g-spot. The combination was devastating, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As I opened my eyes, he was on his knees, his fingers still embedded within me, his other hand resting on his own member. The sight was both exhilarating and terrifying, and I found myself clinging to him, seeking comfort in his strength. He pulled me closer, his body pressed against mine, and I realized that I didn't want this moment to end. In a moment of daring, I sat up, moving his hand to my breast and pushing him back onto the bed. Taking control, I placed him in my mouth, initiating a passionate, frenzied exchange.

“Aubrey, I’m going to cum,” he let out between moans, and I, without hesitation, wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he continued his assault on my senses. As he poured the last bit of his seed into my mouth, I swallowed it all, savoring the taste of pleasure. The night continued, filled with passionate kisses, playful teasing, and a shared sense of abandon. Outside the window, the stars twinkled in the inky sky, casting an ethereal glow on the scene. My handsome man, my hero, my Superman, closed his eyes, lost in the bliss of the moment. I turned to look out the window, and he extended his arm, gently spreading his hand over my belly and pulling me closer to him. It was a perfect moment, a culmination of our desires, and a testament to the enduring power of love. As he held me close, I realized that this night was not just about satisfying my cravings, but about reconnecting with the primal joy we once shared, and reaffirming the deep, abiding love that bound us together.

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