She’s wearing some fuzzy pajama set with pink flamingos. They’re old and faded but soft. I’ve just fallen asleep when she gasps and yanks herself out of my arms. “Oh, my God, it’s so hot.” And strips off her clothes.
She flops back in a thin bralette thing and panties, and I finally see it in the low light of the moon streaming through my window—her baby bump.
I immediately reach for her. “This… this is incredible.” I rub her belly, and she closes her eyes and smiles. “I can’t believe you haven’t shown me your belly.” It’s small still, but different than how she looked a few months ago.
Leaning down, I kiss that silky, bare skin.
Her hand threads through my hair and lightly scratches my head. “Will you say that when I’m covered in stretch marks?”
“Stretch marks are beautiful,” I whisper. “It means your body changed to accommodate our two humans. Like Sienna said, you’re like a butterfly. So yes, I’ll still say that.”
She reaches for me, and even though I’m tempted to launch myself on top of her, I’m determined to go her speed. I sprawl out next to her, and she rolls over to face me.
“Can I confess something?” she asks quietly. When I nod, she looks down shyly. “Pregnancy makes me really…”
“Tired?”
“Yes, that, and…”
“Nauseous?”
“Definitely, but also…”
She bites her bottom lip, and I laugh. “Horny?”
“So horny.” Adorably, she covers her face and mumbles into the bedspread, “I’ve never wanted sex so badly in my life.”
“Funny, but I happen to have just the thing to accommodate this need.” We both laugh, and I tug her closer. “Your speed. We’ll always go your speed, baby. Whatever you want. I can help you take the edge off, and then we can go to sleep. We don’t have to do anything more if you’re not comfortable.”
“Really?”
“I might need to take a bathroom break to jerk off, but yes.”
She giggles and licks her bottom lip.
Christ, I’m already hard.
But then she whispers, “Could I maybe jerk you off?”
That’s when I go from having a chub to a full-on heat-seeking missile.
* * *
The second she’s in my arms, she groans.
“Shh. Remember the part about being berry quiet.”
“No Elmer Fudd when we’re naked,” she declares as she slides off her bralette thing.
Words desert me as I take in the beauty in my bed. Maggie’s long hair is spread on my pillow, and her full tits beckon me.
Teenage Olly gives me a high-five.
Ducking down, I draw a pert nipple into my mouth. I take a handful of tit in one hand and squeeze gently. “Okay, but no screaming.” With a smirk, I reach down with my other hand and rub her clit through her panties. “Which, if I recall, you are apt to do.”
My dick throbs when I realize how wet she is already. Slipping my fingers under the fabric of her underwear, I slide around her swollen clit slowly until her back arches.
“Can I lick this pretty pussy?” A gentleman always asks.
