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When her hands move down my back and up under my shirt, the skin on skin contact sent a jolt through my body. I've been aching to have her hands on me, for her to touch me and hold my body. I’ve been craving her touch. The hunger gets stronger every night that she's in my bed. Yet she seems so far away from me.
"We don't have to do this. I had no ulterior motives giving you that bookstore other than just wanting you to be happy," I stress in between kissing her.
"I know, and that's all the more reason I want to. Plus, pregnancy has made me so horny," she groans.
Knowing that my wife is in need and hearing her say those words, the floodgates open. The need to take care of her engulfs me, and I lift her up, gently placing her on the bed.
Slowly, I pull her jeans off of her intending to draw out her pleasure. When I get to her panties, they’re soaked. Still, I try to go slow and run my finger over her clit.
My wife has other ideas. Suddenly, I’m pushed onto to my back and she opens my pants. But just enough to get my already hard cock out. After giving me a few pumps that feel damned good, I throw my head back, groaning.
When she kisses the head of my cock, I almost cum on the spot. Then, removing her panties, she climbs up on me. There’s no teasing, no more foreplay as she straddles me and reaches down to guide my cock into her.
Her pussy is so wet, I slide in to the hilt. Her eyes lock on mine, and she gasps as my cock hardens even further around her tight walls. I groan because words escape me. I don't remember her feeling this good.
"You weren't joking about pregnancy making you horny," I say. Slowly, she starts moving on top of me. "No, it seems my body remembers that night because anytime I’m around you, I am this wet."
"Fuck. You have been this desperate for weeks? Any time you want, I can fix that baby girl. This cock is yours whenever you want a ride. You just climb on him and take what you need. I don't care if I'm in the middle of a meeting, your needs always come first. You understand me?" I say, gripping her hips and helping her increase the pace.
She nods her head, gasping for air. Fuck, she's already close.
"Ride me, baby. Take what you need to make yourself cum all over my cock. I want your pussy squeezing me," I almost begged.
Switching her angle, she picks up her pace, riding me like she was born to. All I want to do is cum, but not until she gets there. Her needs will always come first and will always be my priority. Still, I'm barely hanging on, so I reach between us and stroke her clit. That little contact does the trick.
My wife cumming while riding my cock is the most stunning thing I've ever seen in my life. Her hair framing her beautiful face and eyes clouded with bliss is an image I always want to remember.
The iron grip she has on my cock, along with our intense connection and her silky heat surrounding me, pulls the orgasm right out of me.
Then she collapses on top of me, with my cock still buried inside of her. I hold her close to me, enjoying the moment.
Apparently thanking me properly meant to her that we didn't get out of bed for two days. We couldn't get clothes on long enough to step foot outside the bedroom. But we made up for lost time like the fate of the world depended on it.
Today we had to get dressed because we are going to have our first ultrasound of the baby. I wasn't about to let her miss a doctor's appointment because we need to make sure that she and our little one are both doing all right. But getting out of bed, getting dressed and out of our bedroom was a lot harder than I think either of us expected it to be.
Though we made it and now we're back in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come in.
"Stop looking at me like that," she says, smiling.
"Like what, baby girl?" I asked, holding her hand in mine.
"As if you're trying to decide if we have time for a quickie before the doctor comes in."
Growling, I stand up because if she's thinking about it, I know she's wet and ready. Though I only get one step forward before there's a knock on the door and the doctor enters. My wife gives me an evil smile like she knows exactly what was just interrupted.
"Later. You can count on it," I whisper. Then the doctor started talking, asking all sorts of questions about her diet and her normal everyday life. After the doctor takes her vitals, she takes the microphone attached to a box and pulls it out. When the doctor steps close to my wife with the unfamiliar device, I ask, "Wait, what is that?"
"This is called a Doppler and what I'm going to do is run it along your wife's belly and listen for the baby's heartbeat. It's not going to hurt either of them. Simply think of it as an amplified microphone and speaker." The doctor smiles after she pauses to explain, but she doesn't move further.
We went with this doctor because we were told she's experienced with dealing with mafia families. When she doesn't flinch or cower around us, I know we made the right decision. Nodding my head, I give her permission that it's okay for her to continue. After she sees me nod, she squirts some gel on Aria's belly and starts moving the Doppler around.
After a minute, the doctor stops and there's a loud whistling sound filling the room.
"That's your baby's heartbeat." The doctor says, smiling at us.
Even though I've always been trained to keep my emotions very close to my chest, right now listening to that magic little heartbeat, my emotions almost overtake me. Looking at her, I can see my wife has tears in her eyes that she's not even trying to hide. Leaning down, I kiss her real quick before whispering in her ear. "We made that. It’s the result of the most fucking amazing night of my life." I tell her. Wanting to be real and honest for some reason, but that's what opens the floodgates making her cry.
"These are all happy tears, I swear," she says around the falling tears.
