《But Too Well》Bonus Chapter #5: Incinta
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"Incinta"
I didn't think it was possible for my wife to get any hornier but obviously I was wrong.
That whole thing about pregnant women having an increased libido? Yeah. Merda. It's true.
"Oh, Nero..."
I give her clit another hard suck and work a couple fingers faster inside her and she falls apart beneath me, gasping out my name in that sweet, breathless voice of hers and clenching around me. Her hands fall away from fondling her tits and her spine bows off the bed a little as she comes.
I slide my way up to give her slightly rounded stomach a small kiss. She's around sixteen weeks pregnant. Her belly has more of a curve to it, and her hips are a little wider, and her tits are fuller, her nipples are darker and plumper. Fuck, I can't stop looking at her. She's more than gorgeous, she's... magical.
And she's so fucking responsive these days. I did some reading on the internet that said there's increased blood-flow down there or some shit like that. It doesn't take her very long to climax. And she's so wet. Always. Fucking hell.
At first I was a little... worried? You know, that I'd hurt the baby or something. Especially with the number of times we've been doing it. The doctor laughed and said there was absolutely no reason to worry. Sex and orgasms are healthy for the baby. Well, fuck.
It's a Friday night and all she wants to do is fuck me. Over, and over.
After I go down on her, my cazzo is hard again. She takes only a couple moments to breathe and recover before she lifts herself up onto all fours, facing the headboard, back arched and ass in the air and minchia, she's going to fucking kill me.
"You're so fucking beautiful, dolcezza," I tell her as I settle myself behind her, hold onto her hips, guide my cock between her legs where she's all hot and swollen and dripping wet.
She tilts herself backwards and whimpers when she feels my hardness nudge through her folds. "Please fuck me, Nero," she whimpers. Porca puttana.
Pregnancy has also made her... dirty. The things she says to me sometimes... fuck. I slide myself right into her slick, hot figa and give it to her rough the way she begs for it. It's a good thing piccolino can't understand the filthy stuff that comes out of his mother's mouth. Or goes into it.
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"Yes," she breathes, panting. "Your cock feels so good, Nero. Please, harder."
I hold her firmly in place while I pull out and pound right back in, over and over like some kind of animal. She moans and sighs and encourages me with her words and as soon as I reach around her and circle her swollen clit a couple times, she comes so hard around me, shaking and crying out, and after a couple more pumps I'm spilling myself into her.
She's so, so fucking sexy. And insatiable, dio santo.
First trimester, she was moodier. Got sick in the mornings, was feeling kinda sore and irritable. I tried to give her everything she needed, whether it was a massage or some space or her favourite food. Some really weird fucking cravings. Peanut-butter and pickles? Together? I learned not to ask questions.
But the last couple weeks, as the morning sickness faded away and her hormones are changing, or whatever? What she needs is sex, all the time. And cuddling, and kissing. She's so... happy. It's fucking adorable.
She's staying away from caffeine, which I know sucks for her because she loves coffee. She's had to switch to decaf.
These days, though, she's found a different way to get some energy in the morning.
She's usually the one who wakes me up, with her lips wrapped around my cock or her ass pressed up against it or her fingers teasing my balls. And then, she wants more in the shower before work.
And after work, before dinner. She whispers into my ear about how she's been thinking about my cock all day and that she's been so wet for me since the morning and then she rides me on the couch if she's too horny to make it to the bedroom.
And then, after dinner, she satisfies her other cravings with those microwaveable warm chocolate cakes and vanilla ice-cream or something that she's baked, and then she drags me to bed and we stay there until she falls asleep in my arms, finally satisfied.
Sometimes she even wakes me up in the middle of the night because she's hot and wet and uncomfortable and just wants to ride my dick. I don't know how she fucking times it but it's always when I've gotten hard in my sleep and she nudges me awake and takes advantage of my erection.
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And she likes to keep things interesting, too. She bought... toys. A couple vibrators and a fake cock, except she doesn't bother with that one because she says she likes mine way better.
She's so fucking crazy. This one time, she got this mischievous look on her face and said that she was horny but also really, really craving chocolate. So she smothered my dick in chocolate sauce and whipped-cream and licked me clean.
We have to change the sheets a lot.
I'm fucking exhausted.
"Dolcezza," I mumble groggily. It's a Sunday morning, early. I want to sleep.
Except she's awake. Awake, awake.
Completely naked and cuddling up against me from behind, reaching around me to stroke my dick.
"Nero," she mewls. "I need you."
Ah, fuck. "Carina. Gioia, I'm tired, amore mio."
"I'm so wet."
She's pregnant with your child, you figlio di puttana. Give her whatever she wants.
I roll onto my back, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "You're always wet, cuore mio."
She gives my bare shoulder a slap. "Stop whining, Nero. It's not my fault, it's all because of this child of yours." She kneels between my legs and pulls off my boxers and I take in the sight of her round, naked tits leading to her slender waist and full hips and gently curved stomach. She isn't showing a ton, just enough to tell she's pregnant. Her body is the most incredible thing I've ever fucking seen.
She takes my cock in her hand and then brings it to her mouth, giving it a strong suck until I'm completely hard for her, and then she climbs onto my hips and guides me to her opening and sinks down onto me with a hard jerk. "Ah..." she moans, relieved. "I love your cock, Nero."
"Fuck. I know, Rosalina. I know how much you love it, tesoro."
She rocks her hips, lifting herself up and down, swiveling and grinding to get what she needs. "So much, Nero. You feel so good." She takes my larger hands in her smaller ones, guides one to her breasts and the other between her legs. I squeeze each of her firm, soft tits and pinch her hard nipples and rub her thrumming clit the way she likes.
She is so, so fucking wet. There's more pressure down there, she's more swollen, hotter. "Merda. Fuck. You're so sexy, carina. So beautiful."
She leans forward, runs her hands across my chest, tracing the planes of muscle with her fingers. "I love it when you fuck me, Nero," she whimpers, her voice all breathy and husky. "I love it when you fill me with your huge, hard cock and your hot cum. You feel so, so good."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
And then she's coming, throwing her head back and clenching around me and crying out with pleasure.
And then she stays there and grinds down onto me while I hold her hips and thrust myself up into her warmth, eventually empty my sborra into her.
Once I'm finished she collapses off of me and curls herself under my arm, craning towards my mouth for a kiss. "Thanks," she mumbles against my lips. "Now you can go back to sleep."
I give her ass a squeeze, chuckle. "If you get horny again when I'm sleeping, gioia, try one of your vibrators. I need to get back some energy, carina."
She bites into my shoulder as punishment. "It's not my fault you're so sexy."
"With all the dessert around the house these days, I'm sure I'll put on some weight."
A soft giggle that makes me smile. "Is that your plan? Get fat so I don't want to fuck you all the time?"
"I should consider it."
"We can get fat together."
I press a kiss to her temple, comb my fingers through her hair. "You're not getting fat, Rosalina. You're growing our child inside you. It's the sexiest fucking thing in the entire world, gioia."
"If you keep calling me sexy you're gonna turn me on again."
I laugh, pulling the blanket higher around us and letting my eyes drift shut. "Go to sleep, Rosalyn."
"My feet hurt. I need a massage."
Fucking hell.
"Kidding. I love you."
"Love you too, amore mio."
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A/N:
@ All my hot mommies out there, tell us a story from your pregnancy experience, please. Sexy or not sexy, I want to hear about it.
XOXO Ami
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