51. Katie
KATIE
I 'm disoriented after waking up in our bed. The last thing I remember is being in the truck on the way home after spending the day finding as many clothes as we thought I'd need through out the end of this pregnancy. The rest we figured out we'd be able to have shipped if it's something we need to do.
Rolling over, I glance at the clock and see that it's well after seven pm. I've slept for hours longer than I meant to when I said I would rest my eyes on the way home. I don't see Trace, but what I do know is I need to wash off the feeling of being in the truck all day.
The clothes that we bought are sitting on the dresser, already washed and folded. As I go through them, an idea springs forward, Why not give my husband a gift for being so nice to me today? In the shower, I take extra care to make sure everything is washed, shaved, and exfoliated. When I get out, I put on some of the lingerie we got today. I've never felt so sexy as I do right now with my rounded stomach and a little extra weight around my thighs.
When I'm done, I head over to the bed, and lay down, waiting for Trace to come back.
It's the last thing I remember as I close my eyes.
Trace
When I walk into the bedroom, a small smile spreads across my face. It looks like Katie had plans, but her tiredness won her over again. Instead of being disappointed, I cover her up, slip in next to her, and gather her body next to mine. Holding her and my son (we still don't know what it is yet, choosing to remain surprised) has become my favorite thing to do.
When I wake up, it’s because I feel a change in the room. I have no idea what time it is or how long I’ve been asleep. But I can feel it. Something has changed. “Babe?” I question, voice raspy with sleep.
“Yeah,” her voice is just as raspy as mine, although it’s in an aroused sort of way.
“How long have I been out?”
“Don't know what time you went to sleep, but I'd say about eight hours?”
“What time is it?” I open my eyes and use my tongue to wet my dry lips.
“Five AM, I woke up and had to have you. Wanted you more than I've ever wanted you before. Monica jokingly told me about pregnancy horniness, and I can't say I believed her. But this morning? I feel it in every single part of my body.”
The way she says the words immediately has my cock jumping to attention. Since I’m waking up, this is my morning wood, and we’re both really looking forward to saying hi to my wife. "This all sounds like a really good fucking idea,” I put my arms over my head to reach for the lamp. Because I go to bed early and wake up early, we have blackout curtains in here, and you can’t see your hand in front of your face.
“No,” she whispers. “I wanna keep it dark like this.”
That means she feels a little more naughty than usual. “Whatever you want, Katie.”
Before I know what’s hit me, she’s on the bed, straddling my waist. My senses are attuned since I can’t see anything. She’s completely naked, gone is the hot lingerie she was wearing last night. Right now she's so wet she’s soaking my stomach, and the smell of her arousal is deep in my nose.
“Just lay there," she whispers. “I can get myself off.”
“What’s gotten into you?” I ask, bringing my left hand to cup her pussy. It’s so slick my fingers slide before finding enough purchase to plunge my index and middle finger into her.
“You,” she rocks against me. “Knowing that you're the father of my child and we'll be having him soon. Knowing that doing this, got me pregnant, and you're so fucking hot. It's just too much. All of it."
She lifts up onto her knees and takes me in. There’s no easing; she does it all at once. For a few moments, I allow her to rock back and forth, giving her the false sense that I’m going to let her control this, but as soon as she moves her hands off me, I wrap my arms around her waist and flip her over. My knees dig into the sheets, and my hands grip the pillows so I can use them as leverage. Her legs hitch up my hips, and her feet dig into my ass. “Then let me show what a real good Daddy can do,” I growl as I plunge in and pull back out.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and faintly I can see her tip her head back against the mattress, exposing her neck. Accepting the invitation, I clamp my mouth onto the tendon and suck with enough force to leave a damn mark.
“Trace,” she whines. “You know that’s gonna be hard to cover up.”
“Ask me if I give a fuck, Katie. You know you’re mine.”
“And so does the rest of Azure Ridge; you don’t have to mark me,” her breath hitches when I take a peaked nipple into my mouth. They've become so sensitive since she got pregnant. Her rounded stomach against me, the way she's so in tune to everything. She looks like a goddamn fertility goddess sitting atop me.
There’s no more talking as I thrust deeper into her, and then instead of withdrawing, I turn my hips into a circle, grinding against her clit. Shit, that feels better than I remember. When I would pull back, she doesn’t let me; her feet clamp against my ass.
“Whatever you’re doing feels amazing; please don’t fucking stop,” she widens her thighs, keeping her feet locked. “Don’t fucking stop. Nothing has felt this good since the night we got together in your truck. It was the hottest moment we ever had together, until right now. This one trumps them all."
That night lives rent-free in my head. If we’re hitting a lull with each other or don’t have enough time for a quickie, it’s the memory I use to beat off to in the shower. Which doesn’t help me now that all I want to do is come. The way she’s milking me, I think she knows.
“If you go before me, pull out and come on me,” she pants. “Then please, please, please eat me the way I like it.”
It’s fucking hot when she tells me what she wants. So hot that I give up the pretense of trying to hold back; I go for what I want. Three strokes later, I’m pulling out and coming across her tits. My chest and stomach heave, but instead of enjoying the feeling, I drop to my own stomach and suction my mouth against her clit.
“Yesss,” she digs her fingers into my hair, yanking hard. “Use your fingers too, please. I need it more than I ever thought I would. I want to get off so bad right now.”
Two fingers in her, my mouth on her pussy, and my tongue on her clit, I push her against every barrier she thinks she has. There are few times when Katie will let herself go. She’s shamelessly fucking my mouth, her feet planted beside my shoulders, and she’s arching into me. Glancing up, I can see her holding a pillow with one hand and another at her nipple, squeezing roughly. With my free hand, I reach up to the other tit and mimic what she’s doing.
It’s mere seconds before her whole body spasms, and I know I’ve pushed her over that ledge.
We’re both heaving as I move my body up so that I’m lying next to her. “Fuck Katie” I sigh. “If me being a good dad does this to you, you better be prepared for the rest of our lives. I'm going to blow your mind once I can actually prove to you what I can do.”
She giggles, turning over to face me. “If you’re any better than that, you might kill me.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I tuck her head into my neck. “But what a way to go, babe. What a way to go.”