“I love how wet you are for me.” He runs his fingers through my center. “And swollen. Your pussy is physically throbbing for me. I can feel it on my fingers.”
I nod before reaching down and pushing his tip to my entrance. I try to tilt my hips to get him inside me, but he manages to control his movements, only sliding in an inch or two at a time before withdrawing.
His fingers work my clit while he teases my opening over and over again, never pushing all the way in like I want him to. His teasing is driving me crazy with need. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. While I hate how big I am, the one good thing about the pregnancy is how overly sensitive I’ve become. He barely has to touch me and I orgasm. I think all the blood in my body is down there right now.
He’s still teasing me when another orgasm slowly ripples its way through my body. As soon as it hits, he thrusts all the way in to the hilt. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard.”
He grabs one of my nipples with his rough fingers and pinches it, causing another wave to crash down over me. I’m thrashing around, unable to control my movements or my sounds. God, this is so damn good.
As soon as my moans subside, he tilts my head back toward him and brings my lips to his. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mumble back before he kisses me at the same slow pace that he makes love to me. He moves in and out of me methodically, drawing it out so we can stay connected for as long as possible.
We’re so in love that it’s almost disgusting. The previous me would be appalled by my lovesick behavior, but I can’t help it. I’m addicted to him every bit as much as he’s addicted to me. We’re inseparable. We do everything together, from working out to everyday household chores and baby preparation. I guess they call it nesting, but whatever it is, I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier in my life. I’ve never felt so loved, seen, and safe.
We’re still as playful as we’ve always been, and I hope we never lose that, but it’s always in good fun. Daylen didn’t only become my husband, he became my best friend. Our house is full of laughter and love every single day.
When it’s over, we lie in comfortable silence with him remaining inside my body, wrapped around me, neither of us wanting to break the connection. We know it means he’ll have to leave.
At some point, I need to be the strong one. “You’d better go before they find out you’re missing.”
“Hmm, no,” he speaks into my neck, “I don’t want to. You know I’m a cuddler. I need more cuddling.” He squeezes me tight.
“Go cuddle with Champ. He’s a cuddler too.”
He playfully bites my shoulder before grabbing my breasts with both hands. “His tits aren’t as big as yours. I think they got bigger since yesterday.”
“No, they didn’t, freak.” I think he’s right. They did. They won’t stop growing.
He chuckles as he runs his nose up and down my neck, inhaling me. “I’ll miss you today.”
“You’re playing in the biggest game of your life in front of seventy million people. I think you’ll manage a few hours without me.”
He holds out his ring finger and slides his wedding band a bit, revealing my name tattooed on it. “You’re always with me, no matter what.”
“Don’t be so damn swoony,” I warn. “It’s making it hard for me to kick you out.”
I can feel him smile into my neck as he kisses it. “You sure you don’t want some more #HumbleCock? I guess you’re now Mrs. Humblecock.”
“That’s what it says on my license,” I joke. “Kennedy Jeffries Humblecock. You should have seen their faces at the DMV when I went to change it.”
He bites me again, and I giggle. “You think you’re so funny,” he jokes.
“I’m hysterical.”
He moans as he continues to fondle my breasts. “Ugh, I guess I should go, funny lady. Everyone will be waking up soon.” He gives them one last squeeze. “I’ll miss the two of you. Keep growing for me.”
“No more growing. I can barely walk without toppling over.”
A few minutes later, I’m in my red silk robe that he loves, walking him to the door hand in hand. I hate that he has to leave, but I don’t let on because I know this week of separation has been hard on him and today is his big day. I won’t do anything to dim his shine. He deserves this spotlight.
When I open the door, he stops in the doorway and turns around, looking so unhappy.
“Why are you sad?” I ask.
He puffs out his lower lip. “Just realizing all my future kids are going to get bullied for having a hot mom. It’s tragic.”
I roll my eyes. “Nice line, and there’s nothing hot about me right now.”
