I approach her from behind and wrap my arms around her body, her full breasts filling my hands. I caress each one before cupping my hands on the underside and squeezing rhythmically. “I love your tits somuch.”
“I can tell. You can’t keep your hands or mouth off of themlately.”
She isn’t exaggerating, not even alittle.
Emma Lia joked with me about having a pregnancy fetish. Well, I absolutely do. And although I’m very excited about our son or daughter’s arrival, I’m going to be sad to see her pregnant body goaway.
“You have been insatiable this week,Tristan.”
“Because I know that I’m going to be cut off cold turkey from your pussy and asssoon.”
Cat’s already threatened to cut off my balls if I go against her orders and have sex with Emma Lia during her six-week postpartumperiod.
“Don’t worry, Tristan. I’m going to make sure that you get what you need while I’mrecovering.”
Emma Lia has promised me blowjobs and hand jobs but it won’t be the same as her pussy and ass. And who knows what our lives will be like after the baby is here? She may lose all interest in sex after she gets a baby in herarms.
“I’m going to start having contractions if you keep playing with my boobs and nipples likethat.”
She’s not joking. I sucked and played with them three nights ago, and then she had contractions for hours afterward. We thought for sure that she was going into labor.Wrong.
“Sorry.”
I move my hands to her back and begin massaging her muscles. I never get scolded for doing that. “Feelsgood?”
“Mmm… God, yes, Tristan. Just like that.” Her words and sexy sounds make my cockharder.
I briefly abandon my job as masseur and stack several pillows on the bed in front of her. “Prop on these, love, and put your head down. Let me take care ofyou.”
She does as I tell her to and I rub her muscles harder… but with motive. This position helps with the pressure that she feels in her pelvis, which means I get to fuck my wife harder. But it takes a little effort and patience on mypart.
I shower kisses on the skin covering her back. “Feeling goodnow?”
“Yes. Verygood.”
I move to my knees behind her, lower my mouth to nibble her cheeks. I push my fingers into the gap between her thighs. “Spread your feet, mon bien-aimé.”
Her feet move apart and she tilts her hips without being told, which positions her pussy perfectly for the devouring it’s about toget.
I grasp her cheeks and pull them apart, using my thumbs to part her deepest crevice, exposing both of her tight pink holes. As much as I crave the puckered one, I refrain. Cat has repeatedly told me everything that can happen to the baby after anal sex if infection is introduced into the birth canal this close to delivery time. Anal is off of the table for awhile.
I start by teasing her, breathing against her wet folds so she can anticipate what’s coming next. And I know that she’s growing more eager for my mouth when she wiggles her ass. “Tell me what you want, Mrs.Broussard.”
“I want you to lick my pussy.” Fuck, I never tire of hearing her saythat.
“How do you want it, my love? Soft? Slow? Hard? Vigorous?” I normally wouldn’t give her a choice but every nerve in her pelvis is unpredictable at this point, depending on the baby’sposition.
“Soft and slow,please.”
“Yes,love.”
My tongue begins at her slit and moves over her in one slow, meticulous swipe. “Likethat?”
“Ohyeah.”
“Again?”
“Yes,please.”
