Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

A simple giggle escaped her pouty, pink lips as she pulled back enough to look up at him.

"I didn't think anything else would be appropriate after so long," she said in a soft voice, her scent like a mixture of bubble gum and flowers, an intentionally girlish aroma, reminding them both of when they were younger. And they didn’t have things to worry about like a career in the military.

She was smaller than he remembered, cuter than he imagined, and he was more of a nervous wreck than he anticipated, but seeing her standing there sheepishly gave him the needed motivation to make sure their encounter lived up to all their hopes and expectations.

First impressions be damned, they had agreed to meet at the hotel for a reason, and his loins were already beginning to stir, washing away all hesitation before the cresting wave of his carnal need.

Him stirring against her only made her grin wider. She bit down upon her lower lip to try and stymy it, but it didn't quite work.

He let her go from the brief embrace, her scent still clinging to him as he stepped into the room, offering a brief inspection of his new surroundings as he pulled his jacket off. The fabric of his shirt beneath was thin, and it did a fair job of outlining his frame, which was on the whole well built, with some hard muscle showing through, particularly around his triceps and shoulders.

"I'm glad to finally see you again." He grinned at her, though his eyes were less than conspicuous as he took her in from head to toe, admiring her dainty body and cosplay attire.

"At long last," she said sweetly. She grasped his thick forearm with one hand, feeling the hard muscle as she raised the other, pushing back some of her blonde curls from her delicate facial features. "I can't believe the moments finally here,"

she confessed.

He had to try so hard not to stare. He shifted his gaze away, but the goofy grin on his lips didn't fade any. Normally, he'd have been much more reserved, but the situation was entirely different.

Months of contact over the internet and phone, their sexual fantasies confessed, and now they were finally meeting for the first time in a very long while. It was like a strange dream, the good kind where nothing goes wrong, and after it was over, you were left with a moment of consciousness where you couldn’t tell if it was real or fake, but it made you smile anyway.

Every little move she made, from the way she bit her lip, the way she looked at him, and the way she touched him, sent shivers up his spine. It was really happening. A man could only resist temptation so much before he caved in.

In this case, he embraced it.

He turned into her, his arms wrapping around her once more, bending slightly as his hands snaked around to her lower back, slipping down the edge of her short skirt as he pulled her up against him, lifting her off the ground entirely, not wasting any time in locking his lips with hers. His senses were assaulted by her essence, her scent, taste, feel... It was overwhelming, and he hadn't felt the touch of a woman in so long.

"We don't want to waste a second of it, either," he said to her in a deep, needy husk.

He breathed between a broken kiss, before his lips sought hers once more, pulling her over to the bed where he set her down gently on the edge, separating them for that brief moment... A moment long enough for him to peel his shirt off.

Easing into it be damned, they’d waited too long for that moment.

"Not a second," she affirmed in a breathy whisper.

The way he lifted her up off the ground made her swoon, the ease with which his strong arms carried her to the bed only to lay her out before him, her bottom bouncing on the mattress just a little.

Clearly the military had been good to him. It certainly filled out his cut figure, his skin a nice tone, his body so strong.

She found herself blatantly staring at him as he peeled away his shirt, one hand reaching out to snake her tiny little fingers up over his rocky abs and across his chest. She had earlier shed her own bra, and the light pink of her nipples showed through her see-through white blouse as her chest heaved with her heavy breathing.

Nodding to him she licked her lips again, leaving them with a glossy sheen.

Bringing her second hand to him, her two dainty sets of fingers began to work open that uncomfortably tight belt to help him.

He busied his hands while she undid his belt, a simple thing to loosen, and when he felt it pop he breathed a sigh of relief. At that angle, she could see the growing bulge against the fabric of his khakis, his member poking out against the leg of his inner thigh, obviously eager to be free.

He slid his hands over hers, feeling her soft skin as he trailed along her arm, and then shifted onto the bed, his knee between her legs as he moved his hands over her thighs, touching her bare skin just above the stockings. Those lightly calloused hands massaging her as he trailed them down over her calves and then back up before he leaned over her completely, staring down into her eyes, drawn in by those long lashes and acutely aware of the blonde curls sprawled out in a halo around her head.

She shuddered beneath him, feeling that rough, masculine touch upon her milky skin the cause of her excitement. To feel how manly and hard he was, compared to her smooth, soft flesh. She laid back, kissed him in turn with moist smacks of their lips as she worked open his pants. Her shaky grasp slow to free his manhood, but finally managing to grasp hold of that girth and pull it free.

He leaned in again, kissing her more fiercely this time, pressing his face against hers. Their lips melded together as he slid his tongue against hers before withdrawing, his teeth nibbling at her lower lip. His nostrils flared with each quickened breath, his own rapid heartbeat just a dull throbbing in his ears.

Those tiny fingers worked over the shaft, feeling it out as she pointed it down towards her, her tongue swirling about his as they entangled for the first time in the flesh. A low little moan thrummed out of her throat and she felt herself squirm beneath him as her unblemished skin developed little goose bumps.

They’d been in love all those years ago, but were too young, foolish and ambitious to give it time and make it work. Now, after so long of talking about what had been, what might have become, they were enacting on what might be...

He throbbed against her hand as she toyed with him. He was already as full as he could get, a stiff pillar in her palm, but he moaned as she stroked him. That lurid connection between them, the heat of his cock melding with the soft warmth of her hand.