“Are you sure you don’t need help?” she asked, turning on the bench at her toilette to see him. Her dressing gown opened most provocatively in the front, revealing her growing belly.
A belly with a red bow tied around it.
Erasmus’s eyes widened, and then he barked a laugh, hastening to cover his mouth so he might not rouse the children and servants. They’d discussed gifts between their household and child-rearing responsibilities and had forgone giving each other presents.
When Erasmus jokingly suggested that he’d be happy with a bow on his wife’s nude body, he never imagined she’d do just that.
But how he’d wished. They’d been busy that autumn and into the holidays, collapsing into bed to trade whispered stories about their days and what the children and livestock had gotten up to. It was lovely and domestic, and now Erasmus was hard with a sudden want of something more carnal from his beautiful wife.
“You got me a present?” he asked, coming up beside her to run his fingers over the ribbon. “I thought we weren’t going to.”
“You said the same thing,” she said, raising her eyebrow and fingering the triple strand of pearls he’d given her in bed that morning between kisses.
“You can’t fault a man for wanting to see his cherished wife properly adorned,” he said, touching her skin beneath the ribbon.
“You can untie me.”
“I don’t think I will,” he said. “I’d rather see that bow on your beautiful belly when you ride my cock.”
“Oh, Mr. Mangevileyn! Such words!” she exclaimed before jumping from her seat to make her way to the bed.
***
“Amy, you torture me,” said Erasmus, lying back on the bed as his wife slowly moved on his cock.
She rocked her hips just as he’d taught her, closing her eyes as she directed his shaft over the parts that made her ache with pleasure. She cradled her full breasts, now devoid of milk, imagining how good it would feel for her husband to suck from her again after the baby came.
“Tilt back a little. I want to see where you’re taking me,” he said, holding her sides as she sat back and tilted her hips to let him see his cock splitting her cunny.
Erasmus stroked over the places they were joined, earning breathy exhalations.
“You took me so well this year, my love,” he said, shifting a hand to the growing belly that so enchanted him. “Took my seed like a good girl, didn’t you? Saved it all up and made me a baby?”
The bow on her stomach trembled as the first tremors of paroxysm made her shiver. “Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.
“That’s right, you’re making me a papa again, aren’t you, Amy?”
She whimpered as he thumbed her navel suggestively. And bounced harder on his shaft.
“And no matter how many babies you give me, you’re always going to be my good girl. You’ll take your daddy’s seed, let it fill this pretty belly of mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she gasped, rocking faster to create the friction that satisfied her needy channel.
“And these?” he asked, moving his hands to her breasts. “We’ll keep these beauties filled, won’t we? You’ll be the most beautiful, bounteous mama on the entire farm.”
Being compared to the heifers and ewes should have put Amy off the conversation, but she secretly loved it. And had confessed as much during one of their late-night conversations as her husband used his fingers to bring her pleasure. She might grow round and lush, and her gentleman farmer husband would only look on her with pride.
“You’ve been such a giving girl, taking my cock like this,” he said while running the backs of his fingers over her furred mound. “Now, I mean to give you something back.”
This was her favorite part — the culmination of their words and bodies meeting. The climax she’d never imagined she could have.
“That’s it, take me deep,” he grunted, using one hand to help Amy direct her hips and the other to stroke the nub exposed by her puffy lips and his planted cock.
She felt his touch both in the spot he stroked and within, causing her to squeeze around him. He was solid within her channel, a delicious ache blooming between her thighs as she stretched for him once again.
“God, Amy, I’ll fill you up.”
His rough words broke the last tethers, and she hopped in her husband’s lap, riding his shaft through the ecstasy that had her crying out in surprise — despite his pleasure being no surprise by now.
