Her Big Neighbor

One of the best things about her being pregnant is that Julia’s clothes are comfortable—and usually easy to remove. I have the leggings she’s chosen today down around her ankles in seconds, spreading those same ankles so that I have unfettered access exactly where I want it.

She’s wet at the first brush of my tongue. My wife—I’ve been calling her my wife since the moment she accepted my proposal—is so responsive that just a word can make her drip, and I fucking love it. I didn’t think that she could taste any better, but there’s something about being pregnant that makes her positively addictive.

I seal my mouth over her slit and milk it with my lips and tongue, stroking and teasing. It’s swollen with arousal and I lick her in the ways that I know she likes best. Short fast strokes underneath follow by slow circles. Things that will bring her to the edge, and then I can keep her there, hovering on the precipice for as long as I want. Today I want to taste her, and I want that pleasure to flood her mind and wash away the sadness.

Using my teeth, I graze the top of her clit before lowering my lips to her entrance and fucking her pussy with my tongue. Julia groans. It’s a move that she loves, and a burst of wetness floods my tongue. Amazing, and I make my pleasure known. “Mmm.” I can’t count the times that I’ve told her that I would eat her for every meal if I could.

Julia’s breathe is short little gasps, a sure sign that she’s close, and I replace my tongue with my fingers, instead choosing to focus my mouth on her clit again. With two fingers and then three, I gently push in, curling them up and back to find her G-spot. It’s not hard, the rough little patch inside her otherwise slick and smooth pussy. She moans when I brush across it, and I don’t slow down. I thrust into her there and suck her hard, feeling her shake. I love the sound of her yelling my name as she goes over the edge, orgasm gushing across my fingers.

And I get another one out of her. I could keep going, and she would keep coming, but she’s that much more sensitive now, and I want a little more fun before it becomes too much for her to continue. Hovering over her, I lock gazes and make her watch as I lick her juice from my fingers. Even after all this time, it still makes her blush.

Fuck, I’m hard. But I’ll admit to myself that I was hard the second that I walked in the room. It’s difficult to be within ten feet of Julia and not be hard. That’s how much I always want her.

“I’m never going to get used to that, am I.” It’s not a question.

I laugh. “Probably not.”

Julia sighs, and then looks nervous. “She’s sitting weirdly today,” she says, referring to the baby. “I don’t know if I can have sex.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I had an idea that I wanted to try.”

“Oh?”

First I lean down, and kiss her slowly, invading her mouth with my tongue and drawing her into me until her arms are clinging to mine and she’s completely out of breath. “I want your ass, Julia.”

Her eyes go wide. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“I—” she bites her lip. “Are you sure?”

I grab her hand and put it over my cock through my pants. “Yes, I think so. We’ll get you a comfortable position, and I’ll do all the work. But I want to fuck your tempting ass. And now is the perfect time. Your pussy is going to be more uncomfortable, and I’m not going to stop giving you orgasms.”

She’s flushed and still breathing heavy. I can see that she’s still nervous, but not fearful. She’s excited by the idea. “Okay.”

I can’t keep the grin off my face as I kiss her. “All fours, baby. Get pillows. Make yourself comfortable. Do what you need to do.”

Julia freezes. “What if I don’t like it?”

I shrug. “Then you don’t like it.”

“You won’t be mad?”

“Julia,” I say, pulling her into a sitting position. “In our entire relationship, have I ever been mad if you didn’t want or like something?”

“No,” she admits. This is the hormones and nerves talking. And those things need to come out, but she needs to remember who we are too.

“And that’s not going to start now.”

I strip off my suit while she makes herself comfortable, and I retrieve the bottle of lube that I’ve been saving for this occasion. This was always the plan, but we just haven’t gotten around to it. And now, when she needs a distraction, seems like as good a time as any. Especially since what I said is true. Julia is eight months pregnant, and my cock isn’t small. Sex isn’t going to be comfortable much longer, and I know for a fact that neither of us are willing to let it go for that long.