Princess in Lingerie (Lingerie 12)

That would be an asshole thing to do.

When she turned again and sighed, I knew she was losing her mind.

“Muse.” I turned toward her and placed my hand over her distended stomach. “Everything alright?”

Sweat sprinkled her forehead, and she took a deep breath. “I just want this baby out…”

I rubbed her stomach and then placed a kiss to her shoulder. “It’s coming, Muse. Any day now.”

“But I want it out now…” She gritted her teeth and breathed through the pain. “Don’t get me wrong, I love our baby. But I would love our baby a lot more if it was in my arms, not my uterus.”

I pulled up her shirt to reveal her bare belly. My hand glided along the mound, feeling the life under my palm. “The baby doesn’t want to leave because you’ve made such a nice home for them. They love you already.”

She relaxed slightly at my words. “I love them too…a part of me will miss being pregnant. But right now, I’m tired of being pregnant.”

“I wish I could help you, Muse.”

“You are…” She rested her hand on mine. “You’re helping me right now.”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered.

When I pulled away, I saw the sweat mark in the valley between her tits. They’d gotten bigger with her pregnancy, preparing to feed my son or daughter. But right now, they were still mine to enjoy. “You know, there are a few things that help initiate labor…” I’d been trying to get laid for the last week, but she’d been so self-conscious and uncomfortable that she wasn’t in the mood.

“We’re about to have our baby, and all you can think about is sex.”

“Remember how you got pregnant in the first place.” I moved to my knees then pulled her panties down her legs. I was relieved when she didn’t object and try to cover her stomach. No matter how many times I told her how much her belly turned me on, she didn’t believe me. If only she knew how sexy she was, pregnant because I’d knocked her up. I put a pillow underneath her back then slid myself inside.

Damn, it felt good.

This might be one of the last times I would be able to get sex from her until the baby was here. She would need at least a month to heal if the birth was natural. Now that I was in between her legs, I didn’t want to leave. Sex was so good, whether she was nine months pregnant or back to her petite size. That was because I loved her, loved her more than anything else.

I kept her legs apart with my arms and held myself on top of her, my stomach grazing against her enlarged belly. I thrust into her hard, unable to control myself before it felt so good. Fucking my pregnant wife was one of my biggest fantasies, even if she wasn’t in my lingerie. I was the one who got her pregnant in the first place, and I was oddly proud of that.

She got into it minutes later, her nails clawing at me. She moaned with my thrusts, her enormous tits shaking with my movements. The headboard tapped against the wall, but my parents were an entire floor above us, so the noise didn’t matter.

I was going to give my wife an orgasm before she gave birth to my baby. It was the least I could do, knowing the extensive trauma she was about to experience. I wanted to come right in the beginning, to fill her with more come, but I held on, knowing I had to do this right.

Thankfully, she came. She managed to find her release despite how uncomfortable she was. She dragged her nails down my back as she screamed, her beautiful face tinting red with arousal. “Conway…”

I came seconds later, ready to release now that I’d finished my job. I pumped deep inside her, filling her with my seed with a satisfying moan. I’d been wanting this pleasure for over a week. Now that I finally had it, I enjoyed every second. “Fuck…I’m gonna miss you being pregnant.”

“Then you’ll have to get me pregnant again.”

I leaned down and kissed her. “I will.” I slowly pulled out of her then leaned down to kiss her stomach, to love my woman and the baby we made together. I had no idea if I was about to have a daughter or a son, but as long as they were healthy, I was happy. I kissed her belly button and everywhere the baby might be, and when I felt a large kick, I pulled away. “They’re ready to come out, baby.” That was when I felt the moisture soak into the sheets directly under my knees. It took me a second to understand what happened because I’d never experienced anything like it.