Welcome to Hell: Rediscovering First Love

He rose to his full height and helped me to my feet. Skeptically he looked down at me. “I don’t know if I can do that Gab. I’d be thinking about hurting you or the baby.”

“Could be your last chance for six weeks or so,” I said with mischief.

We hadn’t made love in weeks. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed fooling around with Kerry. Enjoying each other’s body but the actual act had been too difficult with my size and with taking care of my mother. I wanted to put all thoughts of cancer, death and Yancy out of my head and have mad passionate love with Kerry while we had the chance. I just had to convince him of this.

In our bed it didn’t take much convincing. I threw aside my nightgown, without self-consciousness of my size.

“God you are beautiful,” he whispered huskily stroking my full belly.

“I knew that I could have my way with you,” I declared seductively making us both laugh.

With one large rough hand he caressed my full breasts until I was breathing heavily. They were so sensitive now that I was pregnant. I was loving the attention that Kerry was paying attention to my breasts, my nipples with his hands and then his tongue. Then, his hand slid down to my belly which he lovingly held until the baby kicked him several times. Never disappointing. Not my son. I was so sure. His lips replaced his hands on my stomach. I felt cherished and loved.

“I think it is another girl,” he whispered to me before kissing me with pent up passion and love that turned my body inside out and hot with desire.

“I think not,” I told him between kisses referring to the sex of our child.

His lips moved lower taking my panties down with his fingers causing me to shudder and his skin was warm against my own sensitive skin craving him. His tongue caressed my opening, darting in and out. I couldn’t see anything that he was doing over my large belly blocking the view but oh my god it felt wonderful. His tongue caressed my clit with long, sweet strokes until it hardened with pulsating vibes indicating my orgasm was close.

He entered me with three fingers and began a beautiful rhythm to match his stroking tongue. I clung to his hand resting by my side. My nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder but he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Poor Kerry’s skin took a beating from my nails when he was going down on me.

Kerry kept up the dance with his tongue in me and on my clit as well as the sweet torture of his fingers until I felt the burning pressure in my pussy telling me that I was on the edge ready to go over.

“Don’t stop, I’m coming,” I gasped arching my back pushing myself closer to his sweet tongue to my release.

He kept the pressure of his tongue against my clit long after the pulsating in my clit began until I was squealing softly and squirming trying to get away from him.

Kerry rolled onto his back. “You on top. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I climbed over his raging erection and lowered myself onto him. It was pleasantly painful as my pussy was still swollen and wired from the orgasm. I gasped out loud as his full length touched my cervix. I began rocking against him as much as my large body would allow me. Kerry reached up with strong big hands and caressed my tender breasts.

“I love you Gab,” he said hoarsely while I rode his hard cock loving the pleasure that was warming my body once again.

Gazing into his eyes my hands covered his on my breasts. “I love you too.” I tried rocking harder and faster making myself winded quickly. “Sorry,” I laughed. “This big body can’t rock it so well.”

His gaze never left my face. “You are just fine.” His hands left my breasts and grasped my hips. He pulled me tight against him and rocked me hard over him until we both climaxed like we were falling off a mountain with no end. God that felt deliciously good.

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In the morning, I was sated and happy. I cleaned the house, top to bottom with renewed energy that I hadn’t felt in a long time. My sisters told me I was nesting. It wouldn’t be long before the baby came they told me.

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Three days after Kerry asked me to marry him we were married in my parent’s bedroom by her parish priest with Keegan, my sisters their significant others and my niece in attendance. No Byron or Jack. Not that it mattered. We had decided that this event should take place before our second child was born. Kerry bought our wedding bands himself. I didn’t see the rings until he slipped mine on my finger. The band was simply cut made of platinum with a row of diamonds. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had seen.

“About damned time,” my mother said weakly from the hospital bed in her room. “I need to rest now.”

Each of us kissed Yancy before we left the room. Lucy had prepared a special dinner for us following the ceremony. I enjoyed sitting around my mother’s dining room table listening again to my sisters’ babble. God, it is good to be at home. Turning to Kerry I smiled.

“What?”

“I’m happy. That’s all.”

“I hope I have something to do with that,” he said to me.

“Yes, you do. Kerry, is this too good to be true?” I asked trying unsuccessfully to push out the fear that was pricking my brain.

“No.” He caressed my face. “This is what we should have had eighteen years ago Mrs. McCoy.”