The grill was hot and sending enticing aromas floating throughout the neighborhood. Everywhere there was laughter and conversation as the family caught up at the last blast of summer – the annual Labor Day cookout.
Zach stole a glance at the cooler as his uncle fished out a beer. Daydreaming about how good an ice-cold beer would go down, he sighed. There was no way he was going to risk trying to snatch up a couple with the whole family in the back yard. Twenty-one was the drinking age, and his father would hear no argument to the contrary.
Fortunately, there was a distraction available to more than compensate for his lack of alcohol. His sister-in-law Marie sat on the porch, one hand resting on her very swollen tummy.
Zach had been smitten from the moment he saw her, all those years ago. His brother Richard had started dating Marie in high school, and she soon became a fixture at family functions. Her own family was dysfunctional – to say the least – and his had all but adopted her.
His ears burned as he remembered the first time Rich had brought her home for dinner. Zach had slipped in behind her chair to give her a shoulder massage, feeling the need to be close to her. He was only thirteen at the time and full of raging hormones, so everyone had been kind enough not to mention what they were thinking to his face until much later. His infatuation had proved the highlight of the evening behind amused grins, though.
For everyone except his brother.
The enmity that started that night only grew as time wore on. Richard didn’t want his girl
around any other man, and Zach hated the way his brother treated her. Rich took her for granted, watched her like a hawk, and frequently got into fights with any man who dared make her acquaintance. Zach knew that his family was on his side, because it was a regular topic of conversation whenever his brother wasn’t around.
Nothing proved that and the family’s affection for the brunette more than Marie being invited to the cookout today, when his brother wasn’t.
Days after she’d told him that she was pregnant due to a broken condom, he’d ran off with another woman, leaving his responsibility behind. As soon as the family found out about it, they rallied around her and disowned Richard. Now, she was two days past due, and everyone was doing their best to help her through it.
Sitting in a lawn chair with a pair of dark sunglasses on, Zach drank in the sight of her and daydreamed. She’d always been a goddess in his eyes, but for some reason, her pregnancy had made her irresistible to him. She’d put on weight as her tummy expanded, but it seemed to gravitate primarily into her boobs and butt. Other than the pure physical attraction of that, there was something infinitely sexy about the glow of motherhood surrounding her.
Sunglasses weren’t going to do anything to hide the reaction his thoughts were causing, and neither were his shorts. He talked down his erection just in time, because his cousins cajoled him into a game of horseshoes. Shortly after beating them, his cell buzzed. When he pulled it out of his pocket, he saw a text from a friend, telling him to check out something on Facebook.
His cell was annoying to use on the internet, so he headed inside. Everybody was outside in the back yard, so there wouldn’t be anyone in the den, where his sister’s computer was. He loaded up the site, and added his comment to a friend’s embarrassing auto-correct blunder, which had changed an innocent compliment on his mother’s lasagna to, “I love Mom’s vagina!”
A few clicks revealed that not much else was going on, as everyone was either out with family or otherwise partying. It would heat up later in the evening, but for now, his feed was pretty dead.
After a glance back at the closed door, he shutdown Facebook and opened his email. A series of well-practiced clicks took him to an email he’d managed to forward from his sister’s account one day. The picture opened up, and he let out a quiet groan.
The image was of Marie in all her pregnant glory, taken about a month earlier. It was a semi-profile shot, showing her from the neck to the knees. Only the brunette’s hands covered her body, hiding her nipples and the garden of pleasure shaded beneath her swollen tummy. Zach looked at the picture several times a day, and it never failed to make him as hard as a steel bar.
The email was no less arousing, describing how swollen and heavy her breasts felt, as well as fears that they would begin leaking more as she went into her last month. She also mentioned frustration about how her hormones were causing spikes of arousal only slightly less frequent than her need to pee.
He couldn’t count the number of times he’d wished she’d let him help her with that.
Knowing that people would be wondering where he’d gone before long, he reluctantly closed the email, gave his erection a squeeze, and stood up to put his mind on something else before walking back out to the yard. He was milling about near the door, looking at some family photos when he heard voices coming from the front room.
The door opened more or less soundlessly, the tiny creak easily covered by the air-conditioner humming along at full blast. Able to hear clearly out in the hall, he walked toward the back door so he could act as if he were just coming in if anyone happened upon him.
“Oh, but the fun’s just starting, Marie,” his sister said.
Marie responded, “I know, and I really want to stay, but I’m just miserable. I don’t want to be a rain cloud for everyone.”
“Everyone understands. You know that.”
“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“But you can’t go back to the house alone. What if you go into labor? You could go lie down in the bedroom.”
“I swear that I’m never
going to go into labor, Samantha. Ow. Calm down in there, little man.”
Samantha laughed. “I saw that one. He’s feeling confined, and that’s all the more reason for you to stay. Besides, everyone’s been drinking. I doubt anyone’s okay to drive right now.”
Thought and action were simultaneous. Zach walked down the hall and into the front room. “Hey, Sam. Marie.”
Marie smiled, forcing him to suppress a shiver. “Hello, Zach.”
“I thought for a second that it might be time when I saw you two were gone,” he said.
Samantha shook her head. “No, but that’s exactly why I’m trying to convince her to relax here and wait until I can run her home this evening and stay.”
Trying to appear non-committal, he gave a little shrug. “Yeah, you shouldn’t be home alone when you’re already past due. If you really want to go home, I could drive you and hang out, though.”
Marie’s eyes brightened. “Could you?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, I’m just watching everybody else get drunk. I can only win at horseshoes so many times.”
Marie turned back to Samantha. “Would that be okay with you?”
His sister looked off-balance at the sudden turn of events. “Well, I suppose. All he would have to do is get your bag and help you to the car if you go into labor, I guess.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sis.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.” She sighed and took Marie’s hand. “If that’s what you really want?”
“Okay. But, you’re not leaving without food. Give me a minute or two to put things together.”
“I’ll go start the car to get the air running,” Zach offered, “Back in a minute.”
“Thank you, Zach.”
“No problem, Marie.”
Heart pounding in his chest, Zach hurried out front to start his car. He felt foolish almost as soon as he recognized how his pulse was racing. It wasn’t like he was going on a date with her. He was probably going to be sitting around watching television while she napped.
Try as he might to rationalize it, he still couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.
After moving the passenger seat back as far as possible to accommodate her comfort, he held a hand in front of the vents. Satisfied that it was cooling off, he headed back inside.
They didn’t get out of the house fast – or empty handed. Zach’s sister packed an entire picnic basket full of Tupperware containers and foil-wrapped bundles, providing a sampling of the entire feast. Finally, he led the way to the car with the heavy basket in hand.
Once they were both settled, he asked, “You okay? Comfortable?”
“As much as I can be. Thank you, Zach. I really do appreciate it.”
The drive wasn’t long – only a few blocks away. Once at the house, Zach took Marie’s keys and the basket, unlocking the door in advance so she wouldn’t have to stand out in the heat.
Marie sighed as she stepped into the air conditioning. “Oh, that feels so good.” She stepped over to a couch and leaned against it. “I have to warn you, since you’re going to stay, I’m going to put on something more comfortable and look all frumpy.”
Zach shook his head and laughed. “I’m not worried about it.” He held up the basket and said, “I’ll go put this stuff away.”
“And I’m going to take a bath.” She gave a smile, and then proceeded to the bathroom.
Naturally, he started daydreaming about her sitting in a warm bath, her tummy, breasts, and knees poking up from amongst the bubbles. The picture he’d looked at so many times let his imagination easily fill in the blanks. He could see her running her hands over her body and bubbles hiding what he longed to see. Then the bubbles washed away.
The weight of the basket in his hand eventually snapped him out of the fantasy, though the image lingered as he put everything in the fridge. An almost overwhelming temptation hit him to go stand outside the door and listen to the water lapping, but he resisted with a surge of willpower. The last thing he wanted to do was have to think of an excuse if she happened to hear him or otherwise notice that he was standing outside the bathroom door.
Instead, he took a seat on the end of the couch and picked up the remote. That was as close as he got to turning on the television, though. The show once again running in his head was far more interesting than anything Hollywood could possibly come up with.
He was so deep into his aroused musing that he only noticed Marie when she was a few steps away from the couch. He quickly recovered, tugging the tail of his t-shirt over the telltale evidence of his thoughts. Holding out the remote, he said, “All yours.”
She looked anything but frumpy in a top of the palest teal. Thin straps showed off her shoulders, and the neckline revealed an inch or so of eye-catching cleavage. A band of lace below her breasts flowed into pleats draped over her tummy, hanging down to her hips. She also wore what looked like men’s boxers, revealing long expanses of smooth, gorgeous legs. Her hair was still a little damp, hanging in ringlets around her face.
She waved a hand at the remote and moved to the opposite end of the couch. “No, I just want to relax. You can watch something if you want, though.”
“Nah, I’m fine,” he responded. It was all he could do not to blatantly stare at her as he put the remote down on the coffee table.
With a little groan, Marie sat down on the couch and spun on her bottom, pulling her legs up onto the couch.
“Let me get out of your way,” Zach offered, starting to rise.
“No, you’re fine,” she countered as she stretched out her legs, her bare toes mere inches from his leg. “I really do appreciate you playing nursemaid.”
“No problem.” The urge to caress her leg nearly had him twitching.
“I don’t suppose you do foot rubs?” She laughed and shook her head. Holy shit. Is she serious? Should I?
Even as his thoughts whirled, he found himself saying, “I suppose I could give it a try.”
She smiled. “Really? I was only kidding, but my feet are aching so bad.”
“Sure. Why not?”
He turned, tingling all over, and reached for her right foot. Curling his fingers over the top of her foot, he used his thumbs to knead the sole. The feeling of her soft skin beneath his fingers was like pure heaven. There wasn’t a callous or rough spot to be found anywhere.
After only a few seconds, she let out a groan that was so sexual he thought he was going to bust straight through his underwear and shorts.
“Oh, that feels sooo
good,” she moaned, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
Serenaded by her continuous stream of moans, groans, and sighs, Zach labored over her feet, caressing and massaging. He had no concept of time passing. There was only the touch of his skin to hers, and the sound of her voice expressing pleasure.
“You could work on my calves a little, if you want,” she hinted.
He slowly slid his hands upward, fingers gliding over her skin, and felt her shiver. Another wonderful, sensual moan emerged as he squeezed, working the tightness out of her muscles.
“I didn’t know how much I needed this,” she said in a soft voice.
“Well, you’re walking for two,” he said, and chuckled.
“It feels like a dozen – and that feels incredible. You’re really good at it.”
“Thanks. First time lucky, I guess.”
“Mmm – I can’t imagine how good you’ll be with practice, then.”
It was hard to think of anything more uplifting than her words of praise. She slid a hand over her tummy and caressed it, and he felt his fingers itching to join hers.
“They aren’t all prickly, are they? I can hardly see around this to shave.”
“No, not at all. Smooth as silk.”
“I wouldn’t be willing to bet on that if you went any higher.” She laughed. “You can stop if you need to.”
Zach realized that his fingers had slowed as he contemplated going higher
. “No, I’m fine.”
The last thing he wanted to do was stop. Ever.
“Good. I think you’re going to put me to sleep if I relax any more, though.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Only if I don’t wake up in time to get to the bathroom. I swear he’s sitting on my bladder. All I done is pee the last few weeks.” She sat up a little. “Sorry. Here you are being so nice, and all you’re getting in return is a fat pregnant woman complaining.”
“You’re not fat, and you can complain all you want.” The temptation was finally too much. He reached up and patted her tummy. “Free pass.”
“You’re too sweet, Zach.”
“Just the truth.”
“I feel like a whale.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he countered.
“Thank you. I know it’s silly, but that just made me feel really good.”
He grinned up at her. “Mission accomplished.”
“I’m going to push my luck, then. Could you do my shoulders, too?”
“Sure.” He slid off the couch and negotiated the narrow space between it and the coffee table.
Marie sat up a little straighter as he moved in behind her. The subtle, fruity smell of her shampoo made him want to lean down and fill his lungs with the scent as he settled his hands on her shoulders. Once again, the sexy sound of her voice spurred him on. This time, he was standing above her, with the upper swell of her breasts drawing his eyes. Fortunately, hers were closed, so she didn’t notice when the magnetic power of her cleavage overcame his willpower for a second or two.
Lost in what he was doing, he caught his fingers and thumbs on the straps of her top two or three times. When it happened a fourth time, she said, “Just a second.”
To his shocked awe, she pulled the straps down off her shoulders.
He couldn’t believe his voice didn’t crack.
He lasted all of a few seconds. Releasing the pressure of the straps had allowed her top to droop, exposing more of her breasts, swollen in preparation to fulfill their true role. No bra contained them. They rose and fell with her breath in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed perfectly coordinated with the throbbing of his manhood.
“I knew it.”
The world snapped back into focus, and he panicked, thinking she’d caught him looking down her top. After the initial moment of fear, he realized that her eyes were still closed.
“You are putting me to sleep.”
Zach let out a relieved chuckle. “Is a nap such a bad thing?”
She opened her eyes. “No, but I’ll regret it if I fall asleep here. Nowhere is comfortable, but the bed is better than the couch.”
She sat up, pulling the straps of her top back into place and saying, “Thank you. That felt wonderful. I can’t remember the last time I had a massage, let alone one that good.”
“You’re welcome.” His hands still tingled from the touch of her skin. His pulse raced. His cock throbbed.
“Will you wake me up in two hours, if I don’t wake up myself before then? I don’t want to sleep so long that it’s hard for me to fall asleep tonight.”
“Sure. No problem, Marie.”
After a quiet grunt of effort, she levered up from the couch. His heart skipped a beat once again as she stepped in close and laid a hand on his cheek.
“You’re an angel.”
Stunned, he couldn’t manage more than a wordless, dismissive sound in response.
Marie laughed, and turned to walk to the bedroom.
Even her slow, shuffling walk was sexy to him. It was going to be a long couple of hours of decompression, after touching her and beholding her beautiful, full breasts.
“I’m going to leave the door open in case I need to hurry to the bathroom,” she called back.
“Okay. Have a good nap.”
A buzzing in his pocket prompted him to pull out his cell phone. He answered the message from his sister, saying that everything was fine, and that Marie was about to take a nap. A minute or so later, she sent a message back informing him that she would be staying with Marie tonight – a task the family took turns at – and that she would sneak him a six-pack of beer when she came to relieve him, as long as he handed over his keys first and walked home later.
Zach grinned. The beer alone was a small treat. The fact that his sister was okay with him drinking it was something altogether different. Today wasn’t turning out so bad after all – other than the sweet torture of being so close to Marie.
Plopping down on the couch again, he gave his erection a squeeze it had been screaming for ever since Marie had sat down. He was as hard as stone again, and surprised that she hadn’t noticed despite his shirt tail dangling for camouflage. A few taps on his cell set an alarm for about an hour and fifty minutes, in case he lost track of time.
Back to daydreaming almost immediately, the massage ended far differently than her going to take a nap in his mind. It was hardly the first time he’d imagined being with her, either. He’d even gone so far as to research pregnancy sex positions on the internet, just to make his fantasies – and masturbation sessions – more real. Even when he was dating someone and having sex regularly, Marie still filled any lonely nights.
There was far more than sex to his fantasies. He’d admitted to himself quite some time ago that there was more to his feelings than a crush. For a while, it had even helped him deal with seeing her with his brother. As he’d grown steadily aware of how little Richard appreciated her, that had changed. He would have never treated her that way, and she was married to his jackass brother.
A whimper snapped him back into reality, causing him to sit up and turn toward the bedroom. Though he heard nothing more, he popped up off the couch anyway. He knew Marie’s voice well enough to have instantly recognized it.
At the bedroom door, he peeked in – only for an instant at first – and then a little longer. Deciding that she was still asleep, he stepped in front of the door and sighed.
Marie was curled up with a long body pillow, which helped support her pregnant bump. She was hugging the pillow as if it was someone lying beside her, and one of her long gorgeous legs was draped over it as well. Her shorts had ridden up as she slept, exposing glimpses of her butt and a sliver of white from her panties. She was smiling, and so beautiful that Zach stood – transfixed by the sight of her.
She whimpered again, and then murmured something as well. She was still smiling, and looked as if she were laughing, though he couldn’t hear the sound. Her lips continued to move, and he leaned into the room, though he still couldn’t make out any words. Just as he was about to tear himself away from the sight of her, two words came out clearly.
His eyes widened. Now he had to know what she was saying – what she was dreaming about. Any warning shouts that his conscience might have made were quickly and mercilessly stamped down by curiosity. Stepping carefully, testing his weight on every board before committing to it, he moved closer to the bed. Steadily, he could make out more of what she was saying.
“Zach, that tickles. That’s better. That feels good. Mmm.” Must still be massaging her in her dreams. Better than nothing, I guess.
Though he couldn’t make out a few of the next words, the first he could hear dissuaded him of that notion in a hurry.
“Kiss me again. Mmm. I need. So hot. I need you. Please, Zach. Down there.”
That sent a shiver through him that caused an audible – if barely – groan. It was hard to interpret what he was hearing as anything else. Silent steps moved him closer to the bed, against anything resembling common sense. He still couldn’t hear every word she mumbled into the pillow, but what he did made him throb like mad.
“Mmm. Please. On fire. Need your touch. Oh yes.”
Then the alarm on his cell went off.
Worse than waking him up from a dream, it was exposing him in reality. He fumbled to shut it off while still in his pocket, to avoid pulling it out where it would be any louder. The damage was already done, and her next words were in full voice – somewhere between awake and asleep.
“Turn that off. Your tongue feels so good, Zach.” Even as she said his name, she came fully awake and gasped, her face turning bright red when she saw him standing only a couple of feet away from the bed.
Zach finally got the alarm off and explained, “I was coming to wake you up.”
“I was talking in my sleep, wasn’t I?” Her blush had faded a little, replaced by a sweet, seductive smile.
“Well, I know what I was dreaming about, so how much did you hear?”
She let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, my hormones are too out of control to play this game.” A crooked finger beckoned him near as she rolled onto her back. “Kiss me before either of us comes to our senses.”
Even as his mind whirled, his body was moving. He’d dreamed about this for far too long. He leaned over the bed, pressing his lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss, hands moving to roam over his back.
Her eyes were still closed and her lips puckered when he straightened over his elbows above her. She shivered, and then her eyes opened. “Mmm. Wow.”
“That was the sweetest kiss anyone has ever given me. Just like everything else about you.” She reached up to caress his cheek. “You always had a way of making me feel better when Richard was ignoring me to get drunk, or forgot my birthday. You never forgot my birthday.”
“He didn’t deserve you.”
Her cheeks reddened again, and she closed her eyes for a moment. “I’ve tried almost everything they say is supposed to help you go into labor. Spicy food, castor oil, playing with my nipples...”
The last made him throb.
“There’s one thing I haven’t tried.”
She answered not with words, but by tugging the straps of her top off her shoulders again. This time, she didn’t stop, slipping her arms completely out of the straps, and pulling the top down off her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, drinking in the sight. Rosy pink rings surrounded her stiff nipples, capping the globes he’d studiously watched grow larger as her pregnancy progressed.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. His elbows bent again, and her fingers twined into his hair. The first touch of his lips was a soft kiss, barely there. She shivered again as his lips closed over her nipple, and she whimpered.
Repeating the kiss on her other breast, he felt a tug – a silent request for more. Happily acquiescing, he suckled her nipple, swirling his tongue over the stiffened bud.
Marie moaned, thrusting her breasts up toward him. “Oh Zach, it’s been so long since anyone touched me. You’re so gentle. It feels so good.”
Even in the fog of passion, he took that cue, curbing his desire to nurse her swollen breasts with all the hunger he felt. Instead, he caressed and tantalized them, his lips and tongue constantly changing the sensations. He switched back and forth between the pair, giving each equal treatment.
A taste – something subtle, unique, and new – gave him momentary pause. Remembering that she’d said her breasts were leaking, he felt a surge of euphoria. The taste had to be her pre-milk, and he wanted more.
A glance just before switching nipples confirmed his suspicions. A droplet had welled up from the erect bud. Rather than take her nipple in his mouth, he scooped up the drop with his tongue first, savoring the flavor and circling her areola with his tongue.
After sucking her nipple for a few seconds, he noticed that the other had provided yet another succulent drop. Back and forth he went, drinking from her wellspring and imagining what it would be like once her full milk came in.
“You’re making me so wet,” she said as one hand moved from the back of his head and between his legs. He grunted as her fingers found his hardness. “I want to see you.”
Feeling torn for a moment, he ultimately gave in to her desire over his to drink from the font of her mother’s first milk. After a final kiss – and taste – he stood up to pull off his shirt. On the bed, Marie wriggled and tugged to remove her top as well. She had just pulled the pale teal cloth over her head when he kicked off his shoes and pulled down his shorts.
Marie gasped and her eyes widened as his cock popped free to twitch before her eyes. She stared for a moment, and then looked up at him. “Oh my. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What?” Zach asked as he leaned back over the bed.
She beckoned him into a kiss, and then whispered into his ear, “Let’s just say that’s one more reason I picked the wrong brother.”
Petty as it might be, he could help smirking at the revelation that he had his arrogant brother ‘outgunned’.
“Help me out of these.” She pushed down on the waist of her shorts.
Curling his fingers beneath the band, he tugged the boxers down when she lifted her bottom. As soon as they cleared her feet, she parted her legs slightly, and he accepted the invitation.
Her head lifted up off the pillow and she yelped as his fingers brushed over her mound. He could feel hints of dampness, and see the dark shadow of hair beneath. She lifted her bottom off the bed again, and he followed the silent instruction, pulling down her panties.
There was apology in her voice when she said, “I can’t really see or reach to shave.”
It didn’t bother him in the slightest. Her folds peeked out from amongst the nest of curls, making his mouth water for a taste of her. There was a much easier way than using words to tell her that a little hair wasn’t a problem.
“Oh yes,” Marie said as he climbed onto the bed, nudging one of her knees to the side. She parted her legs wide, and he dived straight in.
The scent of her arousal was thick and exciting as his tongue smoothed back her dark curls. He got just a little taste of her wetness in the first lap, but the next wriggled between her folds, coating his tongue in her nectar. His head rested against her tummy, making the angle a little awkward, but the reward was more than worth it.
She tasted like no woman he’d ever gone down on before. Drunk on her sweet juices, he sought every drop he could find, but made sure to give her clit plenty of attention as well.
“Oh, don’t stop. So good. Faster. Yes, Zach!”
Her breathing quickened. Each inhale was a noisy gasp, and every exhale a moan or a squeal. She wriggled and twitched, one hand coming to rest on the back of his head. Unable to resist, he reached up to stroke one hand over the side of her tummy as he lapped her.
“Can’t believe... So close. So good. Oh. Oh. Ohmigod!”
She stiffened, her fingers knotting painfully into his hair and thighs squeezing against the side of his head. She let out a loud squeal and began to quake as orgasm coursed through her body.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah Hah!”
Zach continued to lap for a few seconds, drinking up the increased flow of her juices and reveling in how hard she seemed to be coming. The fingers twined into his hair tugged upward, and he had little choice but to leave her sweet folds. She was still trembling, her pussy lips twitching as she yelped her way through the ongoing orgasm.
Her voice a warbling whimper as she went limp, Marie cried out, “Oh my god.”
After licking his lips, Zach couldn’t believe the words passing his own lips as he asked, “Did you come?”
She laughed, squeezing her legs together for a second. “What do you think? I have never
got off that fast.” A sudden lurch shook her, and she snapped a hand to her tummy.
“I don’t think someone’s terribly amused about all the fluttering going on in there. Here. Feel.”
He let her guide his hand, and almost as soon as he touched her stomach, he felt his nephew kick. It surprised him so much that he jerked his hand away on instinct.
“Little Bruce Lee,” Marie said, rolling her eyes. “It was so worth it, though. Kiss me?”
Zach lay down beside her, and melted into an aggressive, hungry kiss. Her hand found his manhood at the same time, wrapping around it. When their lips at last parted, she grinned, then bit her lower lip, and stroked him a little faster.
“I want you,” he said, unable to hold back any longer. “So bad.”
“I want you too. But how?” She patted her tummy.
His internet research was about to pay off. Scooting closer, he gave her another quick peck on the lips. “Are you okay on your side?”
She nodded, and then followed the guidance of his hand to roll over, facing away from him. He lifted one of her legs, stroking her shoulder with the other hand, and spooned in against her body. She gasped as his cock nestled up against her butt. A little more wriggling positioned the head of his cock against her wet heat.
A long gasp escaped him as he sank inside her. She was unbelievably hot and wet inside. The angle didn’t allow for much penetration, but that was part of the point of the position, and he hardly cared.
“You’re so hard. So big.”
“You feel so good, Marie.”
“Give it to me. I’ve never had anyone come inside me without a rubber. I want it.”
Having never had sex without a condom either, he was throbbing in anticipation of that as well. He worked his hips with a slow, rocking motion, stroking his cock inside her. She moaned with every shallow thrust, often punctuating it with whispers of, “Yes.”
Though the position was a little hard on the back, it let him feel her hot skin against his and explore her body with his hands. A little effort even let him kiss the back of her neck, eliciting sharp whimpers each time.
Her tummy fascinated him, and his hands stroked over it often as he worked his hips, pushing into her saturated sheath. Those caresses always drew sweet, satisfied moans, encouraging him to trace every contour of the taut skin he could reach.
“Oh, so good. Faster.”
He was barely containing the urge to do so anyway, and obliged her – within reason. His hands still roamed her body, cupping her breasts and rubbing her clit, but primarily indulging his desire to feel her pregnant bump. The lack of leverage meant that he only had his hips to work with, providing a perfect medium between what they both wanted and what was good for the baby. The first little itch of his own climax tingled in the head of his cock, and he knew that things were going to progress rapidly from there.
Fortunately, she appeared to be well ahead of him.
“Right there. Yes, baby. Oh, I’m gonna come,” she cried out, her voice rising rapidly in both volume and pitch.
“Come for me, Marie,” he grunted, barely holding back an eruption of his own as he pumped his hips as fast as he could manage.
“Oh, Zach! Yes! I’m... Ahh!”
Her satiny walls squeezed tight around him, and she screamed as climax once again claimed her. His right hand rested on her tummy, and he could feel it contracting – fluttering. He managed a few more halting thrusts, and then pressed hard against her body, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside her.
For long minutes, he stayed nestled in her depths, stroking her tummy and kissing her neck. Finally, both of them had to move.
“Thank you. I needed that so much,” she said after they’d finally recovered their breath.
“So did I.”
“You’ve always had a crush on me, haven’t you?”
His face warmed, but he answered, “Yeah.”
“It always made me feel good.” She let out a groan of effort, lifting up onto one elbow to kiss him. “I started having...” After a brief pause and a nervous laugh, she continued, “dreams about you last year.”
“Mmm hmm. You made them come true, too. The way you look at me. The way you hold me. The way you touch me. The way you made me come.”
Zach shivered from her words, feeling a fresh surge of blood trying to fill his softening organ.
“That’s really why I had to leave today. I had a dream about you this morning before Sam picked me up. It was all I could think about whenever I looked at you today. Then when you offered to bring me home...”
“I think about you all the time.”
She snuggled in close and stroked her hand over his chest. “Mmm, that made me all tingly. Sam knows, you know?”
“She’s not blind. She said something while you were out starting the car. She’s not the only one, either. I guess neither of us was hiding it very well. She said we’d be good for each other.”
That was both embarrassing and shocking. “You mean – like..?”
She nodded. “I’d like to.”
Marie’s smile widened and a single tear ran down her cheek. He wiped it away with the tip of his finger, and the two of them lay lost in each other’s eyes for quite some time.
“We should probably get up, though. There are some things I don’t think Sam would want to know about, and she’ll be coming over later.”
“Guess you’re right. I don’t want to, though.”
This time, it was Zach who sat up and sought her lips for a lingering, passionate kiss.
She moaned. “Mmm... Happy Labor Day.”
He let out a chuckle and grinned. “Happy Labor Day.”
“Those kisses aren’t helping me get... Oh!”
Zach sat up straight, alarmed at the sharpness in her voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, but it’s Labor Day in more ways than one. My water just broke.”
Brain going into overdrive, he stammered, “W-what do I do? I...”
She pressed a finger to his lips and laughed. “Get dressed, get me a wash rag and a towel, help me get dressed, then call your sister. The baby isn’t coming this minute.”
“Okay,” he responded, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind still awhirl.
“I want you with me. Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah, of course.” The thought of watching her have the baby was actually exciting.
“Thank you. Go on, and don’t forget to wash up before you get dressed.” She glanced down at his pussy-slick cock and grinned. “I think Labor Day is my new favorite holiday.”
He couldn’t have agreed more, and hoped for many, many more to come.
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