I never thought I could find her more beautiful than on our wedding night, but now—months pregnant, glowing, curves fuller—I can’t take my eyes off her.
Her body has changed in the most intoxicating ways. Her breasts are heavier, rounder, spilling over her bra when she leans forward. Her butt—already one of my favorite things to grab—has filled out in a way that drives me insane. Even her walk is different now—hips swaying, her curves demanding my attention.
I trace my fingers over her belly, reverent at first, just feeling our child growing inside her.
She watches me with that mischievous smile and whispers, “Is this turning you on?”
“More than you know,” I breathe, sliding my hands up to her breasts.
She gasps when I cup them, thumb brushing her nipples through the thin fabric. Her moan is soft but desperate, like she’s been holding it in too long.
“I swear,” she pants, arching into my hands, “being pregnant has made me hornier than ever. I want you all the time.”
Her confession makes my control snap. I drop to my knees, kissing her belly, then her thighs, then squeezing her butt hard enough to make her squeal. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, moaning louder as I trail kisses up her body until my mouth finds hers.
“Don’t be gentle,” she begs between kisses, grinding her hips against me. “I want you to take me—completely.”
I flip her gently onto the bed, kissing her swollen breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth while she gasps and moans my name. Her hands clutch the sheets, her back arches, her hips lift to meet me.
“Please,” she whimpers, voice trembling. “I can’t wait.”
When I finally slide inside her, she cries out, raw and unrestrained. Her body clings to mine tighter than ever, and each thrust makes her moan louder.
“Oh God . . . yes . . . yes, don’t stop.”
I hold her legs wide, pounding into her as her breasts bounce with every thrust. She covers her mouth to muffle her cries, but I pull her hand away, wanting to hear everything.
“I want every sound, baby,” I growl, and she moans louder, shameless, the room filled with her cries of pleasure.
I roll her onto her side, lifting her leg high so I can thrust deep while my hand grips her breast. She screams my name, begging me to keep going. Then I flip her onto all fours, her butt in the air, perfect and irresistible. I grab her hips and slam into her, watching her body shake with each thrust.
“Ohhh . . . Oh my God . . . Harder!” she wails, her voice breaking with every push. Her moans become wild, almost sobs of pleasure, and she presses her face into the pillow, her butt bouncing against me.
I squeeze her cheeks, spreading her open, thrusting harder.
“You’re perfect,” I groan. “Your body . . . your boobs, your butt . . . you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
When she can’t take it anymore, I pull her back on top of me. She straddles me, riding hard, her breasts bouncing as she claws at my chest. She throws her head back, screaming as she takes me deeper and deeper, her belly pressed against mine, her butt grinding down with every movement.
“Don’t stop,” she cries, voice breaking. “Oh God, I’m so close!”
Her whole body shakes as she crashes into release, moaning uncontrollably, gripping me tight while I lose myself inside her.
When we finally collapse together, slick with sweat and trembling, I keep my hand on her belly, still deep inside her.
I whisper against her ear, “I love you. Your body. Our baby. All of it.”
She glows in the dim light, hair messy, chest heaving, skin flushed.
She presses her forehead against mine and whispers, “I’ve never felt more yours than right now.”
Post story note: Maybe it’s just me, but a pregnant wife is the most irresistible thing in the world. The glow, the way her boobs swell, the way her butt fills out—it drives me crazy just imagining it. Anyone else feel the same?
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