Chapter 11 #2
I knew I was glowing, not just because of the pregnancy, but because of the anticipation that had been building up inside me all day.
It was one of those rare moments when I felt truly beautiful, my body transforming into something even more desirable.
We had been intimate a few times early in my pregnancy, but tonight, I craved something different, something that would satisfy a longing I'd been feeling for months.
In our beautiful bedroom sanctuary, the scent of lavender filled my senses, calming yet arousing at the same time.
I gently pushed Nate onto the bed, my fingers deftly working on the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest. His warm skin beckoned me, and I leaned in, my lips brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
"Undress me," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
I wanted him to peel away the layers, to reveal the curves that had softened with pregnancy yet still held a sensual allure.
Nate's hands trembled slightly as he complied, his eyes never leaving mine.
His fingers fumbled with the zipper of my dress, and I giggled softly, the sound laced with anticipation.
"Are you sure, Claire?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
"I don't want to hurt the baby." I smiled, reassuring him, "The doctor said everything's fine as long as it's gentle.
And all I want tonight is your mouth on me, Nate.
I miss oral sex, the way you used to drive me wild.
" Nate's eyes darkened with a mixture of relief and desire.
He understood my craving and the thought of indulging in such an intimate act excited him.
Without another word, he slid my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.
I stepped out of it, standing before him in nothing but my lace bra and panties, my belly rounded with our child.
I guided his hands to my breasts, the fabric of my bra barely containing their fullness.
"Kiss me here, Nate," I breathed, my voice thick with want.
He lowered his head, his warm breath caressing my skin before his lips claimed my nipple through the lace.
He sucked gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I arched into him, my hands threading through his hair, urging him on.
With slow, deliberate movements, he peeled off my bra, revealing my swollen breasts.
His mouth latched onto one, suckling softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin without causing pain.
I moaned, my head falling back, my body on fire.
His hands roamed over my body, caressing my curves, his touch electric.
"Now it's my turn to taste you," I whispered, my fingers tracing the waistband of his pants.
I knelt before him, my fingers skillfully unbuttoning his jeans, revealing his straining erection beneath.
I couldn't help but smile, knowing the effect I had on him.
I stroked his length through his boxers, feeling him throb and twitch under my touch.
"I want to feel you in my mouth, Nate," I murmured, my voice sultry.
I lowered his underwear, freeing his thick shaft, already glistening with pre-cum.
I leaned in, my breath tickling the head, making him shudder.
I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting his salty essence.
I sucked gently, taking him deeper, my hand pumping the base in a steady rhythm.
Nate's hands gripped the sheets, his body taut with pleasure.
I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, as I slid my mouth up and down his length, my pace increasing with his ragged breaths.
"Oh, Claire... yes," he groaned, his hips thrusting gently, meeting my movements.
I hollowed my cheeks, applying just the right amount of pressure, my tongue dancing beneath his crown.
I loved the power I held, the ability to bring him to the edge with my mouth.
As his breath grew more labored, I quickened my pace, my hand tightening around the base, my mouth working in perfect harmony.
I wanted to taste his release, to feel his essence on my tongue.
With a hoarse cry, he spilled into my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed eagerly, milking him with my lips and tongue, not letting a drop escape.
Nate collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile on his face.
I crawled up his body, my naked flesh against his, and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my lips.
"Your turn now," he whispered, his hands sliding down my back, cupping my buttocks, pulling me closer.
He nudged my legs apart, his fingers delving into my wetness, making me gasp.
He stroked my folds, gathered my juices, and brought his fingers to my mouth.
I sucked them eagerly, my eyes closing in pleasure, savoring my own taste.
He positioned himself between my thighs, his breath fanning my heat.
I braced myself for the sensation of his mouth on me, my body already trembling in anticipation.
His tongue parted my folds gently, his breath warm against my sensitive skin.
He flicked his tongue over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins.
Nate's mouth was relentless, his tongue laving my sensitive bud, his breath hot against my wetness.
He sucked gently, drawing my bud into his mouth, his fingers sliding into my slick channel, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm.
I writhed beneath him, my hands gripping the sheets, my hips arching off the bed, seeking more of his delicious torment.
"Oh, N