“Idolike her, I just…” Turning around, she bursts into tears. “I need him to come, Jack.” She looks so fragile and frightened, so I pull her closer so I can kiss the top of her head.
“Come on, let's go bounce you on that ball, some more.” I turn her back around so she can continue crab crawling to the top.
“Someone’s active tonight.” I grin as I feel our son move around and distort Gracie's belly.
“Do you think he might be getting ready to come out?” she asks optimistically. She’s much calmer than she was earlier; these days I find there's nothing ice cream, my cock, or a nap can’t fix.
“Maybe. If he is, he should be preserving his energy.” I grab the oil from the bedside table and start rubbing it into her stretched-tight skin, the same as I’ve done every night since she spotted her first stretch mark.
“You think these will ever go?” She traces one with her finger and makes a sulky pout.
“I hope not; I like the idea of leaving my mark on you.” I press my lips over another one and smile up at her, and she tries to look pissed off. “They’re on my tits, too,” she whines. “I should charge you an extra million.” I hate it when she tries to make what's about to happen not seem like it’s a big deal; each time feels like a sledgehammer to my guts.
“If that's what you want.” I sit up, trying to hide my hurt as I continue oiling her skin.
“Jack, I was joking.” She giggles as she shuffles her way up the bed, then holds the side of her stomach, like she’s in pain.
“You okay, is he coming?” I jolt up, ready to take action.
“No, it’s just so heavy and tight, it hurts when it jiggles,” she admits, looking embarrassed, as I calm myself back down and get back to work.
“Nice to see you're going to be calm and collected when he does, though.” She looks amused while she fidgets to make herself more comfortable.
“I can’t stand the idea of waking up in the morning and still being pregnant. I hope something happens tonight,” she moans, rubbing her hands over the huge orb in front of her.
“I have a plan for tomorrow; one that I think will help you relax.” I kiss her tummy before resting my head on the pillow and pulling her closer as she rolls onto her side.
“Just give me one more night, so that I can hold you like this.” I rest my hand on her swollen stomach and smile. “One more night. Can you do that?”
“I don’t think I have a choice,” she huffs.
“Where is everyone?” Gracie waddles down the stairs in the robe I laid out on the bed for her this morning. It's tied together in a knot on top of her tummy, and no longer meets in the middle. I swear she’s grown again, overnight.
“I gave everyone the day off, and I even managed to convince Elizabeth Winfield to take Cecelia out for the day. We have the entire house and the grounds to ourselves.” I start the day off right by kicking off my shoes and undoing my belt.
“What are you doing?” she laughs, holding onto her stomach to stop it from hurting.
“I intend to spend the day fucking my wife all over this house.” I drag off my tie and pull my shirt off over my head, as I step closer to her, then, removing my socks, I toss them over my shoulder.
“You won’t be needing this, Mrs. Ravenshaw.” I pull at the tie around her chest, opening the robe and letting it slide from her shoulders to fall at her feet. “Or this.” Stepping around her, I undo the bra containing those huge, full tits and let that fall, too. “And you certainly won’t be needing these.” My hands slip into the waist of her panties, dragging them over her thighs as I sink to my knees behind her. I start kissing the back of them, moving up to her pert, tight ass.
“Jack,” she whispers, sounding unsure as I work my way back up to her spine.
“What’s wrong, Gracie?” I whisper against her skin, reaching around and cupping those milk-filled tits in my hand, squeezing them and hoping they spill for me.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” She rests her head back against my shoulder when I’m fully standing, looking beautifully ripe and full of bliss.
“Come on, I have the perfect place for us to start.” I take her hand and guide her out the back door. Her cheeks flush red as we both step fully naked out onto the lawn.
“Jack, someone might see us.” She covers her tits with one arm and attempts to hide her pussy with the other. The fact that she looks too big to even reach it now, satisfies the hell out of me.
“There’s no one here; we’re all alone.” I continue moving us towards the door that leads to her garden, ensuring I don’t move too fast for her.
She smiles as I open the door, the way she always does when she steps into her own little paradise. I have no regrets making it pretty for her; she’s spent a lot of time out here these past few months, and what I like most is that she’s wanted to share her sanctuary with me.
“Here.” I guide her into the summer house and sit myself butt-ass naked on the furs. “I’ve been thinking about what you said last week. I like the idea of fucking you like a berserker.” Taking my cock in my hand, I start pumping it through my fist, watching her embarrassment instantly switch to desperation. “I also like the idea of you sitting on my cock, riding me so I can watch this sexy tummy I gave you, bounce right in front of me.” She’s so ripe and fucking ready, I have to start accepting that each time we do this, it could be our last.
“I like that idea, too.” She smiles, stepping forward to the challenge and using my shoulders as a ledge as she straddles my legs and hovers herself over my cock. Taking her hips in my hand, I guide her to sink down on top of it, smiling at her as she takes me deep inside her perfect, fucking channel. She’s so tight and warm around my shaft; her eyes open wider and her mouthfalls open as she takes me completely, and makes that relieved little gasp.
