nightstand, then returned to where she stood. As I tied the silky fabric around her eyes, her hands began to reach for my dick again.
“Not yet,” I admonished, moving my hips away from hers until her hands grasped at air. “I love your body. Now more than ever. Don’t ever forget again.”
“Yes, sir,” she said demurely.
“That’s better,” I said, guiding her until her knees bumped gently against the edge of the bed. “Now, if you don’t want to look at your perfect fucking body, I won’t make you. But I want to look.”
I circled around to the side of the bed, dropping my trousers quietly as I went and climbed in, sitting up against the headboard. “I want you to crawl to me, beautiful.”
Her face beneath the blindfold morphed into a pout, but she put one knee on the end of the bed, then the other, her legs forming a triangle that pointed toward everything sacred to me: her perfect pussy and our perfect child.
She moved up the bed slowly, her long limbs languid and sure despite the changes she complained about. She sensed my legs were together, so she straddled them as she ascended, and when her hips reached mine, she practically purred with pleasure.
“You took your pants off,” she said.
“I’ve missed fucking you. It’s been a whole day,” I replied, watching with a grin she couldn’t see, as she rubbed her seam along my dick, bringing it to full, painful attention. “You’re so gorgeous.”
I reached forward and grabbed her hips, pulling them forward so my thumb could tease her clit while I worshipped her belly, planting the kind of kisses I hoped the baby wouldn’t remember.
I would never have guessed how fucking turned on her pregnancy could make me. Something about the thought of her carrying my child made everything about her more intoxicating. It was the ultimate possession of her. I was rooted inside her at all times—always with her. That she only asked for more? It was almost too much.
But I would never say no. I hoped to die one day with my dick buried inside her, so that I never lived one second of not having her.
I slid my torso down from the headboard, easing her pussy over my groin until my shaft was coated with her arousal. “That’s it, beautiful.”
She whimpered as she lowered onto me, trembling as she took me inch by inch until her pussy had engulfed me entirely.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I groaned, as I felt her clamping around my shaft, savoring the look of abandon that came over her. I moved my hips up and down slowly, watching the rise and fall of her belly, and enjoying the feel of her greedy cunt.
“I needed this,” she moaned, beginning to match her timing with mine, lengthening my strokes until I could feel her clit slamming into the base of my dick, sending shudders rolling through her body.
“I love the way you look on my dick, beautiful.”
“Harder, please,” she said breathlessly, more a request than a demand. She knew better than to think she was on top for long.
“As you wish, beautiful.”
I thrust into her as fast as I could, and each time she gasped until the moans became desperate grunts more than anything resembling words, as though the next syllable was unable to start because the last one hadn’t ended. She settled into one long, endless plea. “Fuck me. Fuck me, sir!”
Still, I found myself distracted by her belly, worried that I would hurt her by being any rougher. I could care less about my orgasm as long as Belle came.
Her body went rigid, her fingers curling into fists against my chest. “Ohhhh—”
“That’s it, beautiful,” I said. “Let go.”
Belle’s blank expression turned to abandon, her whole body spasming against me as she rode out her climax, her fingers splaying wide to claw for better purchase as she shattered. Despite my determination not to care about my own pleasure, I couldn’t help myself. The sight of my perfect, pregnant wife orgasming on my cock pushed me over the edge.
After, I laid her gently on the bed, the wispy strands of hair behind her ears damp with sweat, as I removed the blindfold.
“That was...” she began, but never finished.
I helped her into the bathroom, even offered to help her clean up—but no matter how difficult her belly might have made it, she wouldn’t hear of it, excusing herself to the toilet. She emerged a minute later looking ravishing—and thoroughly ravished.
“Proud of yourself?” she teased,