“I can’t help it, baby. I love it.”
“I’m going to start having contractions if you keep playing with them like that.” Which wouldn’t necessarily disappoint me if the contractions wouldn’t be false labor. Been there, done that because the horny fucker won’t leave them alone.
“I’ll stop.” He’s only saying that because he knows my breasts always gush after I cum.
He bends down to remove my socks and boots. I unfasten my bra while he pulls my leggings and panties down my legs. I hold his shoulders for balance since mine’s a bit off with this big belly, but he doesn’t forgo the opportunity to poke his nose between my legs for a sniff and then a lick at my slit. “I will never get enough of your pussy, Mrs. Westbrook.”
I have to parent him as much as I do our kids. “Shh. If Benji hears you say that, he’ll repeat it. And I would die a thousand deaths if he said that in front of our parents.”
“We’re safe. The kids are napping.”
“Nothing about us having sex is safe.” We are fertile. Been married five years and almost three of those I’ve been pregnant.
“Baby, there’s only three ways that you don’t get knocked up. Abstinence, which ain’t happening. Anal, which I’m always stoked about giving you. Or you’re already pregnant.” He’s right. Birth control doesn’t work for us even when we try to use it.
I love and adore our two precious little boys: Benji and Braden. I love being their mother. I wouldn’t trade anything for them or our baby girl, Lily, whose arrival we’re so eagerly awaiting, but I’m ready to not be pregnant for a while.
Ben steps back, looking me over from head to toe. “I love your pregnant body.”
Another one of his weird fetishes. He loves me pregnant and my boobs leaking milk.
He comes to me and caresses my abdomen. “This turns me on so much.” That’s a good thing since I’ve spent the majority of our marriage with a swollen belly.
“Doesn’t take much to turn you on.”
I unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders while he takes care of the cuffs. After he’s shirtless, I work on his pants as he kicks out of his shoes. “I told you a long time ago to never think you don’t turn me on. Five years in and I still can’t get enough of you.”
He pulls me close and my abdomen pushes against his. He holds my hips as he lowers his lips to my shoulder and drags a slow kiss up toward my throat. “Want a little fuck in the ass?”
“I’m almost nine months pregnant. Do you think I want a little fuck in the ass?”
“We’ll make a deal. Let me try to make you want it. If I succeed, I get to fuck that tight hole.”
Ben. Always making deals. I think baby number two and three were both conceived as a result of one of his negotiations. “Go for it, Big Ben.
“Fuck,yeah, baby.”
“Try all you like but I’m warning you now that I’m probably not going to let you.” So much pressure there already.
He stacks several pillows on the bed. “Bend over and prop on these. Put your head down and relax.”
He starts out massaging my lower back. He knows I’m a sucker for a back rub when I’m pregnant. “Feel good, baby?”
“Yeah, you big suck-up, but it doesn’t make me want your dick in my ass.”
“Just getting started, Em. Trust me. You’re gonna want Big Ben in there.” I totally disagree, but I’ll take this back rub all day long while he tries to convince me otherwise.
He works the muscles soft and then deep, gradually moving from my lower back down to my butt. “Still feeling good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He showers kisses on my skin and moves down to nibble on my cheeks. He goes lower and his warm breath is on my slit, teasing me before his tongue swipes upward. It feels good, and I wouldn’t mind him fucking me gently, but I’m still not on board with anal. There’s been so much more pressure there with this baby. Odd. It doesn’t seem to be so bad at the moment.
Ben pushes his finger through my slit and then circles my puckered hole, using my juices to lubricate it. “Can I put my dick in your pussy first?”
The cocky bastard really believes he’s getting in my ass. “Yeah.”
He slides inside me and continues rubbing my asshole. “Does that feel good?”
I didn’t think it would but shit, it actually does. “Yes.”
He moves in and out of me for a couple of minutes. “Want my finger inside your ass now?”
Fuck. Horny, anal-sex-loving bastard is actually making me want this. Damn it. Feels like defeat. “I do.”