by Vivien Vale
I don’t hold back. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. He holds me tight by my hips.
As I drown in the intensity of his passion, I can’t help but think of my state. There’s a slight hesitation in me. I think about the life growing inside me right now. I can’t believe I’m almost twenty weeks pregnant. I press my belly against Braden, keen on sharing the experience with him.
Braden’s lips leave mine. They go down to my breast, where they start sucking. Soon someone else will be demanding access to this. The thought is very strange. I giggle, wondering how Braden will feel about that.
But his hands, which are exploring my body, distract me. Fingers caress my back and squeeze my ass. I groan and fumble with the button on his pants. I need to free his throbbing cock.
When I get it undone, I push his pants down onto the floor. With incredible nimbleness, Braden steps out of them. He pushes me backwards toward the desk. His teeth are biting on my nipples. My hands reach for his cock.
His mouth leaves my breasts and moves up toward my neck. Butterfly-like, he kisses me all over. My pussy is so wet and ready for him I can barely contain myself.
Without asking, Braden pushes my back onto the table. He stops. I glance at him. His eyes are fixed on my tummy. So far there’s only a little bulge, barely visible. Those who don’t know I’m pregnant can’t see much. Sure, my clothes have become a little tighter, but I don’t have the huge ball sticking out in front yet.
Gently, softly and full of love, Braden puts both hands on my belly. He smiles. His eyes light up. Briefly I grab onto his hands, and we’re all connected—the baby, him and me. A little family.
“You okay?” His voice is husky, his eyes full of lust and desire.
I nod.
“Fuck me, Braden, please. Fuck me now.”
His hands move to my pussy, where they’re met with my slick juices.
I groan and thrust my hip up toward him. I want his cock in me right fucking now. I want to fuck him so bad it hurts.
His fingers play with my clit and tease me to the point of orgasm. The lips of my pussy are shuddering against his fingers. I don’t want to come, not just yet.
I pull him toward me. This means he’s partly lying on me. I kiss him again. I demand entry to his mouth and explore it like I’ve never been in it before.
His cock is pressing against my pussy. We were made for each other. Braden adjusts his position to shove his cock inside me.
His hands are holding my hips. He slams against me. I can feel his balls hitting my skin. He thrusts deep and hard, in and out.
I throw my head back in sheer pleasure. His hands leave my hips and grab my breasts. He massages them and keeps thrusting.
Braden grunts, and I know he must be close to coming. I use my fingers to find my clit as he keeps thrusting in and out. I love his cock inside me and I love when his hands play with my nipples. My pussy is starting to spasm against his cock.
Since I found out I’m pregnant, fucking Braden has become even more intense. My orgasms are even more extraordinary. It’s beyond words.
I lift my head to look at him. His muscles are tense. I can feel his passion with each powerful thrust.
It won’t be much longer before I come. He’s getting close, too. I can feel it.
He slows down a little. Then he stops. His breathing is hard and fast. His lips find mine. He whispers into my ear. “You still okay?”
The tenderness is overwhelming, and I almost cry. I nod. I may be pregnant, but I still feel the need to have him come inside me.
“Do it, Braden. Don’t stop fucking me. I want you to come inside me,” I demand, and thrust my hips to meet him.
Braden starts again. My fingers now dig into his back. I’m so close to the edge.
His rhythm is increasing. I feel the orgasm build deep within me. My muscles tense just as he starts to tense up as well. We come together. Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure rips through me. I groan and moan in ecstasy. All of me is tingling with pleasure. Brandon calls out my name as his muscles start to spasm and he empties his hot cum into my pussy.
The pleasure wave we ride is fucking unbelievable, and as he finishes, he lays down on top of me, gently.
I kiss him on the neck. He’s breathing heavy and I feel his sweaty chest against mine.
I wrap my arms around him, overcome with emotions.
“I love you,” he whispers into my ear.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
I watch him grab his clothes and put on his pants again. He helps me up and his eyes linger on my little baby bump.
“You okay, little fella?’
I laugh. He’s going to be such an awesome father. I can feel it in my gut and heart.
I pull my clothes back on. Life’s good. No, life’s great. Perfect.
“Ready?” He holds out his hand and I take it. I smile at him.
We head out the door together to go for our customary evening drive. I glance out the window before looking at Braden as he manoeuvres the car along the road.
His skilful fingers are pure poetry in motion. I love watching him drive a car.
We’ve come a long way. We’ve mellowed a fair bit, and I can’t wait to welcome the newest member of our family into the world. Will it be a wild child like his or her father?
I smile. It doesn’t matter.
I turn to Baden. “Do you miss our wild days?”
He smiles and puts his hand on my thigh.
“What’re you talking about? Sounds like you’re talking past tense. We’re still living our wild days, and they’re about to get wilder.”
We both laugh and I grab a hold of his hand to give it a squeeze. Like I said, life’s absolutely perfect.