Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I definitely liked what pregnancy did to her body. She was gorgeous before. But now she was gorgeous on steroids.
I knelt at her feet to wash her legs, finally finishing up with her tootsies. I rinsed her cute little feet carefully before setting them down, cleaning and rinsing them one by one. I didn’t want her to slip. I kissed my way back up her body. She held her hand out and asked for the gel.
“Your turn,” she said, a wicked look on her face.
Twenty minutes later and I was begging for mercy. She’d spent half that time washing my balls, and they were ready to burst. She’d tongued my shaft in a way that made me want to grab her head and thrust into her mouth. I would never do that. But I wanted to.
“Woman, can we please get on with it?”
“Hmmm, I suppose,” she teased, then yelped as I lifted her over the bench and guided her into a bent over position.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes,” she squeaked out as I started to play with her folds from behind. I leaned down to tongue her thoroughly. By the time I stood up again, she was whimpering.
The time for teasing was done. I gave her what she wanted. What we both wanted.
I tucked the tip of my shaft just inside her. She felt so good. Every single time I slid inside her it felt like coming home. Inch by inch I pushed forward. My lady was still very tight. A year’s worth of love making had only eased the snugness of our fit enough to make it comfortable for both of us.
Hell, comfortable was the understatement of the century.
But she was getting used to me. And she was getting a bit less shy about the whole getting naked and rolling around together thing. Which was a good thing. A very, very good thing.
“Oh yes, baby. You feel so good,” I moaned.
“Hmmmfffff…” my wife said and I immediately stopped.
“Is that a good ‘hmmmf’ or a bad ‘hmmmf’?”
She gasped out ‘good’ and then ‘keep going’ and lord help me, I did. It was warm and steamy as I made love to my wife, but not slowly. I figured she was too pregnant to stay in that position for too long.
So yeah, it was quickie time.
I knew when she was close. It didn’t take long. That’s when I reached forward to play with her nipple with one hand, and her sexy little clit with the other.
She exploded, whimpering with pleasure. Her body clamped down on me, pulling at me, milking my seed from my helpless body. And I was helpless against her. I always was.
My hands flexed on her juicy hips as my climax overtook me. I shuddered as the lightning tore out of my balls as raced up my shaft. It felt like a supernova was happening inside her. I saw stars. I felt stars. It was that good.
Hell, good didn’t even start to cover it.
A little later, I held her wrapped in slightly damp towels on the bed. I kissed her forehead as she snuggled against me.
“Aren’t you glad you listened to me and kept the sand out of the bed?” I teased, even though we both knew it had been her idea.
“Yes, you are very wise, husband.”
I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling.
“You are a very wise wife, letting your husband take credit for all the good ideas.”
She snuggled closer.
“We both know who is the brains of this operation,” she said in a sleepy, but oh-so-sassy voice.
I laughed and squeezed her even tighter.
“Yes, wife. We do.”