I take a minute to push my plaid shirt back off her shoulders and slip the tank top over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, so her glorious breasts are on full display. “Let me look at you, sweetheart.”
She leans back on her hands as I come down onto my knees in front of her. I bring up one hand to trace my fingers along her collarbone and then down between her breasts. “You’ve gotten bigger here.”
Glancing down, she agrees, “Yeah, they just keep getting bigger every week, it seems.”
Bringing my hands up, I test the weight of them. They are fuller and heavier. “They can’t be making milk already, can they?”
Pressing her lips together, she just nods, looking at me wide-eyed. “Of course. . Though the proper milk doesn’t come in until after the baby comes.”
I think I must be messed up in the head because hearing her talk about making milk makes my cock painfully hard. “I guess I skipped those classes. Can’t wait to see how big they get.”
She notices my unmistakable hard-on and shakes her head. “Well, to be quite honest, we really shouldn’t even be having sex. We’re not married yet.”
I’m all kinds of confused right now. This woman can do my head in quicker than anyone I’ve ever met.
“You’re sitting on my bed, wearing my ring, half naked, and carrying my child. I think that ship has sailed, Jules.”
“I’m only joking. You gonna fuck me or not. Pregnant women get horny.”
Well, I don’t need tellin’ twice. I bring my hands up and pull her leggings and panties all the way down her legs. My hands skim from her ankles all the way back up her legs and land on her baby bump. She smells so fuckin’ nice and her skin is so soft that I want to rub my face on every square inch of her body. Something makes me hesitate.
Glancing up at her face, I ask, “When you say horny, just how horny are you?”
Her hands come up to cup her breasts and she says, “Now I have these large breasts it seems a shame to leave them unattended.”
She’s literally holding her breasts out to me in some kind of exotic sexual offering for me to understand that she’s playing a sex game with me. And fuckin’ hell, it’s working. I’m hard as an iron bar. Jules seems to know what turns me on more than I do.
While I’m trying to work through it all in my head, Jules lets her legs fall apart, giving me a fabulous view of the place where I most like to put my tongue.
“Damn, woman. How am I expected to choose where my mouth’s gonna go?”
She shrugs carelessly with one shoulder. “We’ve got all day. Put your mouth wherever you want.”
I smother back a smile. Bringing my hand up, I lay it flat against her belly, spreading my fingers wide. I just hold it there, waiting to see if our baby moves as I gaze at her pussy. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her again. I can’t get undressed fast enough.
I lean over and kiss her, looping one hand around the back of her neck to hold her in place. Her hands come up to claw gently at my chest. The light scrape of her nails over my heated flesh ramps up my lust. Careful, I remind myself. I’ve got to be careful with her.
I trail kisses down to her plump breasts, teasing and sucking her nipples just the way she likes. She gets impatient and presses my head down. I’m a man who can take a hint, soI spend a little time on her belly, just kissing her there before moving down once again.
Then I’m at my favorite part, running my tongue through her slick folds. Her pussy quivers when the tip of my tongue collides with her clit, so I make sure to do that with each and every swipe. I lap away at her clit, even as my fingers slide into the pussy to find her G-spot.
She gets gratifyingly wet for me, more so than any woman I’ve ever been with. But of course she fuckin’ does because I’m her guy. I’m lost in my own thoughts, and before I know it, her pussy is contracting around my tongue as my fingers rub her wet clit. I only stop lapping up her sweet juices when she shoves me away.
Crawling up her body, I carefully avoid putting weight on her baby bump.
“How do you want it this morning, sweetheart?”
“I want you on top. I like the feeling of you on me. And looking up at your handsome face and gorgeous ink turns me on.”
I shamelessly love it when she says shit like that. But I have to be the voice of reason. “I’ll crush you, and neither of us wants that.”
She frowns up at me. “You won’t crush me. The doctor said it’s fine until the last month. I want you on top of me.”
I think about it for a long second. I don’t like taking chances, but she’s right about the doctor saying it’s fine until she starts to get really big in the last month or so. We’re at the end of month five. Technically, it should be okay.
When she whispers, “Please, babe. Don’t make me beg,” any resistance I had left crumbles. I’m definitely gonna be one of those pansy-ass brothers who can’t say no to his old lady, but I guess I can live with that.
I carefully move over her, putting most of my weight on my forearms. She wraps her long legs around my waist, and I settle down with my heavy cock resting on her left hip. Reaching down between us with one hand, I find that she’s still so ready for me that she gasps at the first touch.
