He let out a harsh breath through his nose and pulled my lips closer to his. "No," he growled out. Then he kissed me, hard and deep, his tongue pushing into my mouth demandingly and his lips melding with mine. I felt invaded, taken, claimed, and it took my breath away. When he finally pulled back I was shaken and disoriented, the world practically spinning around me. I was glad that I was sitting down.
Wordlessly, he started the Audi and pulled out of our parking spot. When he finally pulled into the street, he hit the gas hard, and I smiled at his obvious haste. Thank God he planned on speeding, because otherwise, I would have lost my mind and burst into flame before we even made it home.
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There were a lot of things about being pregnant that were unexpected. One of the most surprising was that my second trimester turned me into a raging nymphomaniac. Fortunately, David had a kinky fetish with my baby bump, and the bigger I got, the hornier he became. We quite literally had sex every day, sometimes more than once, and he woke me up almost every morning with his talented mouth between my thighs. We were both insatiable and couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was exhilarating and amazing. We didn't wonder about it or question it. We just decided to enjoy it while it was still only the two of us, and we could take pleasure in each other's bodies whenever we liked. Things would be different when our son was born.
Our son. We were having a son. I shivered at that thought as much as the fact that David was undressing me. He moved with slow deceptively relaxed motions that were in direct opposition to the intense look in his lust darkened eyes.
I stood in the middle of David's bedroom with his eyes roving over my body as he reached around to unclasp my bra. He pulled it down my arms and stared appreciatively at my breasts. They had been getting bigger and bigger, and David was endlessly fascinated with them, always touching and kissing and biting them. Thankfully, they weren't as sensitive as they had been during my first trimester.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, looking up at me with desire that was tempered with adoration. His hands settled on my swollen belly, his eyes softening.
"Natalie, sweetheart," he whispered. "You are so gorgeous, so beautiful, so very sexy." He pressed his lips to my belly with a lingering open mouth kiss, his tongue swirling across my skin. I took a shuddering breath in reaction to his words and his touch. "I love you." His eyes met mine then focused on my belly again. "And I love you, my baby boy, my son." A shiver quaked through my body at hearing him talk about having a son for the first time. I threaded my fingers through his hair, never tiring of the feel of his soft dark curls. I hoped our little boy had them too.
His hands slid up to cup my breasts, squeezing them roughly, just the way I liked. He pulled my right nipple into his mouth, humming with pleasure as he sank his teeth into my tender flesh with perfect pressure. I arched my back, pushing my nipple further into his mouth and murmuring his name under my breath. He started manipulating my left nipple between his thumb and index finger, also exactly how I liked.
One benefit of having a lot of sex was that David could play me like a fine tuned instrument now. He knew exactly where to touch and what buttons to push to drive me insane with delayed gratification or get me off until I begged him to stop. I could usually tell by his mood which he was going to employ. Today, I suspected I'd be begging for mercy in the very near future.
He trailed his lips back to my baby bump, his hands sliding under the waistband of my leggings. He peeled them down slowly along with my panties, letting his palms glide over my ass and the backs of my thighs. The feel of his rough masculine hands on my skin sent shivers through me. He helped me step out of my leggings, then stood to admire my nude body with heated eyes.
How I loved the way he looked at me. I was worried when I first started to show that David wouldn't look at me the same. I'd heard of women whose husbands or boyfriends were turned off by their pregnancy and what it did to their bodies. However, David had never been like that. From the moment when he found out that I was carrying his child, and particularly when I started to show, he had worshiped my body, in awe that it was capable of creating a new life. I always got a sense that he was grateful that I was doing this for us. It made me feel beautiful and feminine and sexy.
He pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. My eyes were plastered to his broad muscular shoulders, and his defined chest and abs. A deep aching need for him crashed over me. I felt myself growing wetter than I already was from his earlier attention. His hands moved to his fly and my breath caught with anticipation as he unfastened the button and lowered the zipper of his jeans. He pushed them down along with his boxer briefs, giving me something even more mouthwatering to stare at than his gorgeous upper body. A long needy whine escaped my lips, making him smile wickedly as he stepped out of his jeans. His cock was long and thick and so very hard. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
"Come here," he demanded in a rough sexy tone that I couldn't deny. I rushed to him, whimpering shamelessly with my desire. He pulled me against him, holding me close, his erection pressing into my pelvis. He felt so warm and safe, and I went limp in his arms as he kissed me into oblivion. When he pulled away, both of us breathless, he led me over to the bed and pulled me onto it with him.
"Straddle my face," he growled out as he laid on his back. I moaned in happy anticipation as I crawled over his body and positioned my aching core above him. He stared hungrily at my pussy, his eyes luminous with arousal. "Mmm, you smell so good, Natalie." His tongue stroked gently across my slick folds making my insides throb with aching need. "You taste even better."
David was always a skilled lover, but he truly excelled at oral sex. I'd always enjoyed it before we got together, but I had never felt anything like this until him. Before, it had always been a means to an end, a stepping stone to get to the good stuff. Now, I honestly thought that I could be completely satisfied if this was all he did to me. He was just that good.
He licked and sucked and nibbled at me, bringing me to the edge again and again. His eyes stayed locked on mine, lighting up each time I got close to coming then filling with amusement when I whined in frustration. I kind of felt like hitting him. I was just on the verge of doing exactly that when he finally had mercy on me. He gripped my clit in his teeth and pressed his tongue into it firmly, his fingers digging into my hips. An orgasm crashed into me with a suddenness that made me gasp and arch my back. Sparks danced across my eyes, and his name wailed out from between my lips, pleasure bursting up and out of me in a hot rush.
He let out a deep growl and lapped up my pleasure with rough strokes of his tongue that set me off again. This one swept through me leaving an almost unbearable need for him to be inside me in its wake.
"Please, David," I whimpered out as my release ebbed away leaving me bereft and wanting. "I need you. Oh please." I met his eyes and saw fire burning in their blue depths.
"Ride me, Natalie," he growled as he pushed me down his body. "I'll give you what you need."
We rarely had sex like this until recently. David usually preferred to be on top, enjoying the control and face to face intimacy the missionary position provided. However, when David's thrusting against my baby bump started making me nervous, he happily indulged me when I voiced my concern for the baby several weeks ago. I'd never had such a considerate lover before in my life, and I counted my blessings every day that he was mine.
I lifted my hips up when I was straddling his pelvis. He reached down to run the head of his cock through my slick folds. "So fucking wet," he whispered. I watched him bite his lower lip, his midnight eyes burning into mine. He pressed the tip up into me, then grabbed my hips and lowered me onto him with a long drawn-out groan of pleasure. Even like this he still managed to keep control. "So fucking tight," he moaned out deeply.
"David," I moaned as he filled me up. When he reached the end of me, I felt deliciously full and utterly complete. I put my hands on his chest for support, digging my nails into his flesh
. He gasped and pressed up hard into me, making me scream unexpectedly as I suddenly came. Before I could even recover he grabbed my hips firmly and began rocking me on his cock, the head rubbing a perfect spot inside me.
I wailed on and on as the pleasure didn't fade, one orgasm after another bleeding into the next. I felt almost drunk and disoriented, my mind unaware of anything but where our bodies were joined. I threw my head back and just let the pure bliss spill over me. It filled me up and sent tingling shivers up my spine. It was absolutely amazing, but soon it became too much, and I started to beg for a reprieve.
"David, please..." I mewled as I felt myself start to swoon a little. "I can't...it's too much...please..."
He abruptly sat up, wrapping my legs around his waist and bringing our faces close together. One of his hands came up to cradle the back of my head, and he pressed my face into his neck. I clutched onto him and held on tight.
"I've got you, sweetheart," he murmured as his other hand kept pumping my hips against his in a rhythm that was slower than before, but felt no less intense. "Hold on, I'm almost there."
He held me up as he moved in and out of me, his strong arms doing all the work. My head lolled against his shoulder as another orgasm swept me away. I screamed and keened out with the sweet torture of it. I could feel it rippling the walls of my pussy around David's cock. His body tensed against mine as his own release finally hit him. He shouted my name hoarsely as he pressed his hips up into me roughly, pushing in deep. He shuddered and his pleasure spilled out into me as his cock began to twitch and jerk inside me. His arms tightened around me, and he held me close. His body finally stilled, and his lips found mine. He gave me a slow and tender kiss that melted me into a puddle of goo.
"I love you, Natalie," he moaned into my mouth.
"I love you too," I panted out, my body limp in his arms.
He pulled out of me and laid me on my side, scooting close and spooning behind me. His hand came to rest on my pregnant belly, rubbing in soothing circles. He burrowed his face into my hair and sighed with satisfaction.
"Thank you for carrying our baby," he whispered in a quavering whisper. "Thank you for giving me a family, and for giving me a son." A harsh shuddering breath rushed out of his mouth, his body shaking with emotion. "Thank you for giving me everything I ever wanted and for being mine. Everything that I am or will ever be is yours, Natalie. Always."
"I feel the same way, my love," I sobbed out in reaction to his sweet words. "You'll always be mine, and I'll always be yours. We'll always be a family; you, and me, and our little boy. Forever."
Chapter Twelve
David
"David."
The whispered sound of my name pulled me from sleep, but my brain fought it, and I started drifting off again. I had almost been pulled back under when I heard my name another time.
"David." It was louder this time and managed to wake me.
"What?" I mumbled as I cracked my eyes open in the dark. I could just make out the outline of Natalie looking down at me in our bed.
"I'm starving," Natalie said in a pleading voice. "Can you make me a grilled cheese?"
"Now?" I couldn't keep the irritation out of my voice. I was dead asleep when she woke me. I wondered what the hell time it was.
"Please," she pleaded. "If I try to make it myself, I'll just burn it."
I let out an exasperated sigh. "You can't wait until morning?" I asked, sounding more annoyed than I intended because I was so tired.
"I'll just do it myself then," she snapped out, but the hurt in her voice was unmistakable. She flipped the covers off of herself and stood up, then went to grab her robe off the door hook. I felt a stab of guilt for how I just acted, and I had a sudden vision of her burning the whole house down.
"Natalie, wait," I blurted out as I sat bolt upright. I could just make out her silhouette as she paused. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Come back to bed and I'll make it for you."
She turned and came back to stand next to the bed. "I'm sorry I woke you up, but I'm so hungry, and I really wanted a grilled cheese. I'm sorry." Her voice came out thick like she might start to cry.
"It's okay, Natalie," I reached out to her and grabbed her hand. "Don't cry. If our little peanut is hungry, then we'd better feed the little guy, huh?"
"Yeah." She laughed as I pulled her down onto the bed again.
I turned on the bedside lamp and climbed out of the bed. I pulled the blanket up to her chin. "I'll be back with your grilled cheese. Okay?"
"Okay," she murmured.
I pulled on the sweats that I had left on the floor when we went to bed last night and walked toward the door.
"David?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Can you put peanut butter on it?" she asked sheepishly.
"What?" I blurted out.
"I want peanut butter on it."
"O...kay..." I agreed reluctantly. I walked out shaking my head in bemusement. This must be one of those crazy pregnant food cravings. It sounded like the most disgusting grilled cheese I had ever heard of, but if that's what Natalie wanted, then that's what she would get.
I went out into the hall, glancing at the closed door across the hall to the guest room as I walked past it. I really needed to get started on the baby's room. It was the middle of March now, and Natalie was just over twenty-three weeks into the pregnancy. I had a feeling that time was going to start getting away from me if I kept putting it off. I flipped the light on when I made it to the living room, so I wouldn't stub a toe or fall on my face as I walked through.
"Hey, George," I called out softly as George blinked up at me from the couch where he was curled up in a big ball. He'd been sleeping out here more often since Natalie and I had been going at it like sex fiends every night for the last few months. I think that was part of the reason I hadn't started remodeling the guest room for my son yet. I was damn tired from keeping Natalie satisfied.
Not that I didn't mind it. Sex with Natalie was the best that I had ever had and her body was irresistible, especially since she was pregnant with my baby. However, I was almost thirty-one years old now, and I didn't have the endless stamina of a teenager anymore. I mean, I could keep up with her, but the rigorous sex that we preferred was hard work. I kept meaning to tell her that we needed a day off so I could sleep, but then she would look at me with those pleading sexy eyes. I would take one look at her adorable baby bump and her growing breasts, and I couldn't help myself. I would want her all over again.
I turned on the light in the kitchen and went to the fridge, noting that the microwave clock said it wasn't even one-thirty yet. I let out a tired exasperated breath and pulled out everything I needed to make her horrifying grilled cheese and peanut butter sandwich.
A little while later, I walked into the bedroom with two plates. I ended up making a grilled cheese for myself since cooking made me hungry, without the peanut butter of course. Natalie was sound asleep on her side, draped diagonally across the bed with the blankets down around her hips. A little drool left a wet spot on her pillow. My gaze came to rest on her swollen belly and my love for her suddenly ached through my body. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life than this gorgeous creature carrying our child. I set my plate on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. I brushed my fingers gently through her hair.
"Natalie?" I whispered. "I have your sandwich for you, sweetheart."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched languidly. My eyes were riveted to her breasts as she arched her back. She smiled as she sat up and took her plate from me, humming happily as she set it between her legs. She picked up the sandwich and started inhaling it hungrily. Ugh, just the thought of what she was eating sounded gross. Peanut butter on a grilled cheese? What the hell?
"Thank you," she mumbled out between bites as crumbs fell down her pregnant belly and onto the sheets.
"You're welcome," I said with an amused smile. "I can't believe you're eating that thing."
"It just
sounded good and I wanted it," she said with a sheepish shrug.
"Are you going to need pickles and ice cream next?" I asked as I grabbed my sandwich to take a bite.
"Are you going to get it for me if I do?" she asked challengingly.
"As long as I don't have to eat any of it, you can have whatever you want." I smiled wryly as I reached over and wiped a dab of peanut butter and cheese off of her lower lip with my thumb. I licked it off and grimaced as I realized that I was right. Peanut butter on a grilled cheese was disgusting.
When we finished eating, I stacked our plates on the nightstand. I was too tired to take them out to the kitchen right now. I got back into bed next to her and sighed in contentment as she snuggled closer, putting her back against my chest. I pulled her close and pressed my hand to her swollen abdomen. Within moments, she was asleep. This was favorite way to sleep right now. I loved holding her belly at night and knowing that my baby was safe and protected.
I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep, when I felt something move under my palm. My eyes flashed open and I froze, waiting for it to happen again. A few seconds later, I felt the unmistakable sensation of something pushing out against my hand. Giddy joy burst to life inside me.
"Natalie," I blurted out excitedly, making her startle awake with a jerk.
"Huh?" she mumbled sleepily.
"He moved," I said excitedly. "I felt him move."
"You did?" she asked, her voice rising in delight. She placed her hand on top of mine.
We'd been trying for a few weeks for me to feel the baby moving. She'd been feeling him for a while, and she said it felt like bubbles tumbling around and popping inside her. I wasn't able to feel anything, until now.
"Oh, there he goes again," Natalie said softly. "Can you feel it?"
I stilled and felt our baby pushing up into my fingers. I slid my hand over to feel it on my palm again. "He's going to town in there," I said with a laugh. I felt my emotions welling up, the pure joy and happiness. This was my first actual interaction with my son. This little life inside Natalie had never felt so real to me before. "Natalie." My voice wavered, then I pressed my lips together as my eyes stung with tears.
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