The Dating Lesson

“You know what I do love about those pregnancy hormones, though?” he says.

I giggle. Being pregnant has turned me into a sex fiend. I want it all the time, 24/7. I can’t get enough. And Leo is in love with my pregnant body. He loves how my hips have spread and my boobs have filled with milk. I was so afraid he would lose his attraction to me once I got pregnant. I’ve heard other women complain about how their husbands have pulled away and don’t want to touch them. With Leo, nothing has changed. His hands are always on me. Seeing me big and naked has only increased his appetite.

“Trust me, I know.”

He sways and so do I. It’s almost a dance. He kisses the side of my neck and whispers, “Why don’t we take this conversation into the shower. I’m all sweaty after building those bookshelves and putting up that wallpaper.”

I pull his hand, leading him to our room and the master bathroom. I turn on the shower, letting the warm water run until the bathroom is filled with steam. Making partner and getting a huge raise along with Leo’s major pay hike after joining the team has left our living situation quite comfortable. Which is also the reason we thought trying to have children now was a good step. We have a large, comfortable home that leaves us with plenty of space for the big family we eventually plan to have.

I strip off the summer dress I’m wearing, letting it pool at my feet. His dick is already rock-hard once he peels off his clothes.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, his eyes lingering over my body.

“I look like a cow,” I say jokingly.

“No. You look like my dream girl. The mother of my child and the rest of my future children. You are my wife, my heart, my soul, my world. And don’t you dare forget that. You’re the only woman on this planet I have eyes for.”

He steps up to me, kissing me softly. I wrap my arms around his neck. We have to bend a little awkwardly to make room for the intrusion of my belly. This baby inside of me is going to be a big boy. People are always asking if I’m having twins.

We step into the shower. Leo grabs my body soap and starts to slather my body with it. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his hands sliding all over my naked body. He likes to spend time rubbing my belly. His particular fondness for my pregnant body is endearing.

I rinse the water from my body and clean him next. His muscular chest is still gorgeous. No sympathy weight gained for this man. He’s still just as toned and sexy as ever. His muscles flex under my hands. I can faintly see the beating of his heart as his breathing quickens. I wash his massive cock, using both hands to gently stroke it, then I clean his balls. He lets out a grunt and a slight involuntary thrust into my hand as I go back to his cock.

“Turn around, baby, let me see that perfect ass,” he says.

I turn my back to him. He washes my ass thoroughly. And once it’s rinsed, I feel his lips on my butt cheeks, playfully biting and sucking. He gives my ass a quick slap and I giggle.

“Lay down, I want to make you feel good,” he says.

He turns off the showerhead and turns on the tub faucet instead, checking the temperature. This single tub has seen more sex than the rest of the house.

The bottom of the tub is slippery, allowing him to pull my body toward the faucet.

“Now spread your legs,” he says.

My knees shake with anticipation as I open my legs. The stream of water coming from the faucet is a direct bullseye onto my clit. My voice echoes in the bathroom as I moan.

The constant bombardment of water coming from the heavy stream is heaven.

Leo smiles. “You like that, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

I know that because the first time I tried it in front of him he watched with rapt attention. He was fascinated by the water flowing out of my pussy after I came. The next time he asked to watch me, he recorded it—we record ourselves on occasion and watch it sometimes to masturbate together.

Leo puts my head on his lap and rubs my breasts, squeezing the small amount of milk from my nipples as he watches my hips roll and twitch. I hump at the stream of water, feeling just on the edge of losing it. Fuck, it feels good. The warm water and steady flow has me coming in no time. My cries echo, filling the room and probably the rest of the house as well.