“All you have to do is ask.” His fingers stroke a little lower, touching my pelvic bone and making me all the more desperate.
“I want to make the rest of our time together as comfortable as I can for you. I told you that I want to take care of you. You just have to let me.”
He leans his head closer so his lips almost touch mine.
“Just say the words. Ask,” he whispers
“It's a bad idea, Jack,” I warn, knowing that I won’t be able to hold off; it’s been months since I’ve felt anywhere close to this good.
“Does it feel like a bad idea?” His hand spreads my thighs apart, and he teases the inside of them, his finger stroking so close to where I want them, but not quite reaching.
“Please.” The word tumbles out helplessly.
“Please, what?” He smiles, ensuring I endure a little more suffering.
“Take care of me.” I let the words go, along with my sense and my pride, dropping all my defences and giving in.
“Good girl.” His hand replaces mine, stroking through my pussy lips with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Are you going to let me worship this hot, pregnant body?” he asks, kissing me as he massages my clit.
“Yes.”
“Not just tonight; whenever you need. You don’t deny yourself anymore.”
I shake my head and let him continue. “You’re going to come so fucking easy.” He mocks me, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m getting what I want. I can feel bad about it tomorrow.
“Squeeze those tits again, Gracie girl. Show me how much they’ve grown.”
“Touch them yourself.” I take his free hand and place it on top of one, not caring that it hurts a little when he squeezes.
“Fuck,” he growls into my mouth. “They’re perfect,you'reperfect. Look at you.”
“Fuck me, Jack.” I don’t hold back, because I need more.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” I nod. Turning around, gripping the edge of the bath, and resting on my knees.
“You know, we haven’t fucked since you became my wife,” he points out, keeping me ass up and waiting.
“Look at you on all fours, in my bath; this desperate little pussy all swollen from all the attempts you've made at getting yourself off. I should punish you; make you wait.”
“Please.” I look over my shoulder at him.
“I’m not going to do that, I’m going to be kind.” I feel the water splash against the side as he climbs in behind me, but instead of his cock, I feel his warm, wet tongue press between my legs and lick through my seam.
“What are you doing, Jack?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m tasting my pregnant wife. Does she have a problem with that?” He pauses for me to answer before getting back to making my thighs tremble. I grip the bath edge harder as I feel all the pressure I've been carrying start to release.
“Don’t come yet, don’t you fucking dare. I want my cock inside you when you come.”
I nod my head and breathe myself calm, knowing that I won’t be able to hold off for long.
“This pussy tastes so much sweeter now.” He reaches his arm up between my legs so he can stroke my tummy while he licks me. “Pregnancy tastes as good on you as it looks.”
“Jack, I’m going to come,” I warn him.
