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“That should be everything,” I said.
Becca got up and wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you for your help today.” She kissed me deeply, clasping her hands behind my neck and pulling me close. This time, I couldn’t deny the hard-on stiffening in my shorts. I wanted her so badly; it was painful.
“I really need a shower. Care to join me?” I asked.
Becca’s eyes lit up. “I was about to ask.”
We walked into the bathroom, and Becca whipped her sundress off in one fluid motion. I was frozen in place, completely awestruck by her beauty. Her breasts were always plump, but now they were lush and straining against her chest. Her nipples had grown in size and darkened to the same deep red as rose petals. Her waist had widened. Her belly swelled, soft and curvaceous, cradling our children. The curves of her ass were so divine it was like she had been sculpted by a Renaissance sculptor. The prenatal vitamins were making her hair shine. It fell down her back in silky, golden waves.
“What?” she called over her shoulder as she turned the shower on. I tossed my sweaty shirt onto the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
“Hardly. I smell disgusting, for one thing,” Becca said as I stepped out of my shorts and boxers. I grabbed Becca’s strawberries and vanilla body wash off the bathroom counter and brought it into the shower with us.
Becca turned to face me; water cascaded off her curves like a waterfall. I kissed her deeply and let the water soak me as I stood beneath the shower head. Becca pressed her belly into my crotch, and my erection twitched, desperate with need.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you too,” I said.
“Let me hold you.” I was already hard, and I could see the slick juices of Becca’s desire shimmering between her thighs.
“You’ll drop me! I’ve gained like fifteen pounds!”
“Becca, no offense, but you’re a pipsqueak.” To demonstrate, I grabbed hold of Becca’s ass and lifted her up. She giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist, groaning in pleasure as I kissed her neck.
“That feels good,” she groaned. Becca pressed her shoulders against the back of the shower as I continued to kiss her. She tilted her pelvis up to receive me.
I was rock-hard, but part of me was apprehensive. “Are you sure?” I asked.
“Sebastian! Yes! Come here,” Becca guided me into her with her free hand and cried out in pleasure as I entered her. I plunged deeper into her, letting the length of me fill her, dizzy with pleasure as I felt her muscles tighten around me. I deepened my thrust. Becca’s shoulders hit the shower's tile with a hollow thud, and her mouth puckered into a bud of pleasure. “Harder,” she breathed, matching the rhythm with me. I took her word for it and thrust harder. Becca leaned forward and kissed me, clawing at the back of my neck.
One of our shampoo bottles tumbled to the floor, but we didn’t care. Becca was a goddess, far from the innocent woman I had met five months ago. She clenched her legs around my waist even tighter and squirmed. I felt the back of her thighs starting to shake. My dick tensed. I felt our orgasms starting to build. We came in a rush of steam and sound. Becca cried my name, and it echoed among the damp tiles.
“Fuck,” she exclaimed. I set her down gently and let her steady herself.
“That was,” she said, panting while she fished the body wash off the floor and started to soap up, “amazing. I mean, I read online that you’re more sensitive when you’re pregnant, but Sebastian! I saw stars!”
“I’m glad I can make you feel good after haven’t been feeling well,” I said. I wrapped my arm around her waist, cradling the swell of her stomach with my hand.
“You’re amazing. Do you know that? You’re a successful businesswoman; you’re growing our children; you’re fantastic in bed. The list goes on, really.” I knew I was laying it on thick, but Becca deserved it after the week she had.
I grabbed my soap off the ledge in the shower and soaped up. Becca blushed as she ran a glob of shampoo through her hair. My nostrils filled with the scent of strawberries and vanilla. When we were done showering, I stepped out first and tossed a fluffy towel to Becca. She dried her hair with a separate towel and wrapped the one I gave her around her midsection.
“You know those days when it’s too hot to wear clothes?” She asked.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“I think today is one of those days,” Becca said.
“If you wanted to turn the penthouse into your own nudist colony for the day, I would not complain,” I reassured her.
Becca walked over to our bedroom and bent down, digging through her drawers until she retrieved a silky nightie. She tossed it on, and I tossed on a pair of track shorts.
We spent the rest of the night cranking the air conditioning and watching television. Sometime around eleven, Becca yawned and snuggled into my side.
“Are you ready to go to bed?” I asked.
