“Yes,” she whispers.
I lift my head and angle it to one side.If I’m going to kiss my wife, I’m going to kiss my wife well.
I’m gentle at first, keeping it soft and light before I deepen the pressure against her lips and lick along the seam until she opens for me.She probably has no idea she’s whimpering or that she’s clasping my hand over her belly.
I could kiss her forever, but I eventually ease back, loving the panting breaths coming from her lips.
“Wow,” she murmurs.
Smiling, I nod.“Yeah.I agree.”I’ve kissed women before.It never felt like this.All the more proof that I’ve made the right decision.
“I’m tingling all over,” she admits, and I’m so glad she feels safe enough to talk to me about this.
“Good.That’s the goal.Tell me where it tingles, honey.”
She licks her lips.“My nipples, for one,” she whispers.
“That’s normal.Where else?”
“Between my legs.”Her voice is so soft it’s hard to hear what she’s saying.She’s being so brave.
I slide my hand from her belly to her breast over the top of her shirt, watching her closely.“Would you like me to touch your nipples, honey?”
Her face is bright red.“Yes…”
I cup the swollen globe and graze my thumb over her taut nipple.
Hannah’s eyes roll back, and she moans.It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.She grabs my wrist, not pushing me away but pressing me against her.
I’m certain her breasts were not nearly this large until recently.Nor were her nipples.But her body is preparing to provide sustenance for another human.The time is near.Her breasts are tight and full.Milk would probably leak out easily if I pinched her nipple.
“Aaric…” she murmurs, arching her chest into my palm.
Kissing her again, I inch closer and continue stroking her nipple and breast.My cock is ridiculously hard, not just from touching her and kissing her, but from all the noises she’s making.
Hannah breaks the kiss and tips her head back, a deep moan filling the room.She’s restless.So fucking responsive.Maybe it’s me; maybe it’s a pregnancy thing.
Her legs rub together, and she grips my wrist tighter.“Can you…” Her soft voice trails off.
“Do you want me to touch your pussy, honey?”
“Yes… Please, yes,” she begs.
I hate to release her breast, but I don’t have three arms, so I must slide that hand down her body.Cupping the back of her thigh, I pull her leg toward me, leaving me enough space to reach between her legs from behind.
When I touch the gusset of her panties, I find them wet.
My wife flinches, and a deep, satisfied groan leaves her lips.I’m barely touching her pussy.The moment I find her clit over the cotton, she gasps.“Aaric!”
“Let it feel good, honey,” I encourage.
“But, but…”
“This is how it’s supposed to feel, sunshine.I promise.Can you feel the pressure building?”
“Uh huh…”
Fuck, she’s precious.Her eyes roll back, but I keep my gaze on her face.I slip my fingers under the elastic of her panties and touch her clit directly.
