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She had pleaded, cajoled, teased, threatened, seduced - all in a futile attempt to make him unleash his wild side in bed. After a time she’d finally given up, and let Ian have his way. After all, she’d consoled herself, whether sex with her virile husband was wild and raunchy or tender and sweet, the outcome was always the same - multiple, earthshattering orgasms.
Tessa undressed slowly, very aware of her husband’s hot gaze upon her as she did so. She hadn’t gained much weight thus far, and was still wearing her regular lingerie. But judging from the way her boobs were almost spilling out of her lacy black bra, she was going to have to dig her maternity undergarments out of storage any day now. Same with her panties, since the bulge of her tummy was just a bit too noticeable now.
“Come here.”
She shivered at the deep, commanding tone in Ian’s voice, the one that never failed to make her knees grow weak and her panties wet. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, having stripped to just his dark blue cotton briefs, and it was obvious from the size of his erection that watching her undress had been more than enough to stir his blood.
She walked over to stand between his legs, then gasped as he grasped her by the hips and pulled her in even closer. His cock rubbed against the notch of her thighs, and she groaned as he rotated her hips against his crotch.
“You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he growled. “And especially now, when your body is starting to change from carrying my baby. You look like a fertility goddess, all ripe tits and soft belly, and your skin is practically glowing right now. Jesus, I can’t believe these are even bigger than usual.”
He deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, cupping her swollen breasts in his hands as they tumbled free. They were heavier, fuller, from the pregnancy, and her nipples were tinged a darker shade of apricot. They were also incredibly, almost uncomfortably, sensitive, and the slightest touch was often enough to arouse her.
Ian ran his tongue around one taut nipple, and she quivered in response, pushing herself eagerly against his mouth. But he wouldn’t be rushed, wouldn’t be coerced, and took his time with her, lavishing attention on her breasts until she was nearly frantic with need. He had her so aroused, in fact, that the moment he slipped his hand inside her panties and merely brushed his thumb over her clit, she climaxed immediately.
He was grinning at her lasciviously as he spread her out on the bed, her hair fanning out across the pillow.
“You’re greedier than ever when you’re pregnant,” he teased. “All of those extra hormones, I suppose.”
Tessa whimpered as he ran his hands over every inch of her body - caressing her buttocks, cupping her breasts, kissing a path down her abdomen to where her belly was beginning to swell with his child. He went lower, his head delving between her thighs to where she was wet and still tender from her earlier orgasm. Even with oral sex, Ian insisted on taking things slower, and instead of eating her out ravenously, he maintained strict control, using his lips and tongue and fingers gently.
But it didn’t matter in the end, because by the time he stripped off his briefs, freeing his thick, swollen, cock, she was a shaking, panting, desperate mass of sensation, reaching for him urgently.
“Please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her. “I need - Ian, oh, God, I need you to fuck me.”
“No.” He kissed her with a hungry thoroughness that left her gasping, even as he slowly guided his penis inside her eager body. “I’ll make love to you all night long, Tessa, will give you everything you crave. But no fucking until after the baby is born. And don’t give me that look. Haven’t you learned by now, love, that no matter what you do, it won’t change anything?”
She pouted as he began to thrust in and out of her pliant body with slow, measured thrusts, being careful not to go too deep or too hard. “A girl can try, can’t she?” she muttered sullenly.
Ian chuckled, dropping a kiss on her nose. “You’re cute when you pout,” he teased. “But it still won’t sway me. This will have to be enough for you, Tessa.”
Tessa cupped his stubbled cheek, staring up into the hazel eyes that had darkened with passion. “But is it enough for you?” she whispered. “I don’t want you to have to hold back all the time, don’t want to deny you what you need.”
He threaded his hands into her hair, lifting her head and shoulders off the bed to meet his blistering kiss. “You’ll always be more than enough for me, Tessa,” he rasped. “And you are everything I need for all time.” He laid her back tenderly against the pillow. “But since you’re especially horny tonight, let’s compromise. You can be on top. So long,” he cautioned, “as you don’t get too carried away.”
She laughed in delight as they quickly switched positions, and she began to ride him slowly before leaning forward until her breasts grazed his bare chest. “You do realize,” she murmured laughingly in his ear, “that you and I have very different definitions of what getting carried away really means.”
And promptly picked up the tempo before he could do a single thing to slow her down.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Just another minute or two, Mrs. Gregson. Then we’ll be able to determine the baby’s gender. Let me see now.”
Ian’s eyes were fixed on the sonogram monitor as the technician continued to move the sensor over Tessa’s belly, every bit as anxious as his wife was to learn if the new baby would be a boy or another girl. In the meanwhile, he held his daughter securely on his lap as she played with her beloved stuffed lamb. As usual, Gilly was being as good as gold, sitting quietly and complacently as her mother was being examined. It had been quite a contrast, thought Ian, to a few of the other wailing, fidgety children and babies who’d been out in the waiting room earlier with their mothers. Ian hadn’t missed the looks of envy on several of those mother’s faces that their own children couldn’t be as well behaved as Gilly.
He nuzzled his nose against the top of her curly head, breathing in that fresh baby scent of hers he loved so much. She was growing up far too fast for his liking, couldn’t really be called a baby anymore since she would be two years old next April, but to Ian she would always be his baby girl. Gilly looked adorable as always, wearing a bright pink and black plaid dress, black tights, and tiny black patent Mary Janes. Tessa had bunched a few curly blonde locks on top of her head and secured them with a coordinating ribbon. The medical receptionist and nurses had all cooed over Gilly, exclaiming what a beautiful child she was, and she had rewarded them with one of her sunny smiles.
Tessa undressed slowly, very aware of her husband’s hot gaze upon her as she did so. She hadn’t gained much weight thus far, and was still wearing her regular lingerie. But judging from the way her boobs were almost spilling out of her lacy black bra, she was going to have to dig her maternity undergarments out of storage any day now. Same with her panties, since the bulge of her tummy was just a bit too noticeable now.
“Come here.”
She shivered at the deep, commanding tone in Ian’s voice, the one that never failed to make her knees grow weak and her panties wet. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, having stripped to just his dark blue cotton briefs, and it was obvious from the size of his erection that watching her undress had been more than enough to stir his blood.
She walked over to stand between his legs, then gasped as he grasped her by the hips and pulled her in even closer. His cock rubbed against the notch of her thighs, and she groaned as he rotated her hips against his crotch.
“You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he growled. “And especially now, when your body is starting to change from carrying my baby. You look like a fertility goddess, all ripe tits and soft belly, and your skin is practically glowing right now. Jesus, I can’t believe these are even bigger than usual.”
He deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, cupping her swollen breasts in his hands as they tumbled free. They were heavier, fuller, from the pregnancy, and her nipples were tinged a darker shade of apricot. They were also incredibly, almost uncomfortably, sensitive, and the slightest touch was often enough to arouse her.
Ian ran his tongue around one taut nipple, and she quivered in response, pushing herself eagerly against his mouth. But he wouldn’t be rushed, wouldn’t be coerced, and took his time with her, lavishing attention on her breasts until she was nearly frantic with need. He had her so aroused, in fact, that the moment he slipped his hand inside her panties and merely brushed his thumb over her clit, she climaxed immediately.
He was grinning at her lasciviously as he spread her out on the bed, her hair fanning out across the pillow.
“You’re greedier than ever when you’re pregnant,” he teased. “All of those extra hormones, I suppose.”
Tessa whimpered as he ran his hands over every inch of her body - caressing her buttocks, cupping her breasts, kissing a path down her abdomen to where her belly was beginning to swell with his child. He went lower, his head delving between her thighs to where she was wet and still tender from her earlier orgasm. Even with oral sex, Ian insisted on taking things slower, and instead of eating her out ravenously, he maintained strict control, using his lips and tongue and fingers gently.
But it didn’t matter in the end, because by the time he stripped off his briefs, freeing his thick, swollen, cock, she was a shaking, panting, desperate mass of sensation, reaching for him urgently.
“Please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her. “I need - Ian, oh, God, I need you to fuck me.”
“No.” He kissed her with a hungry thoroughness that left her gasping, even as he slowly guided his penis inside her eager body. “I’ll make love to you all night long, Tessa, will give you everything you crave. But no fucking until after the baby is born. And don’t give me that look. Haven’t you learned by now, love, that no matter what you do, it won’t change anything?”
She pouted as he began to thrust in and out of her pliant body with slow, measured thrusts, being careful not to go too deep or too hard. “A girl can try, can’t she?” she muttered sullenly.
Ian chuckled, dropping a kiss on her nose. “You’re cute when you pout,” he teased. “But it still won’t sway me. This will have to be enough for you, Tessa.”
Tessa cupped his stubbled cheek, staring up into the hazel eyes that had darkened with passion. “But is it enough for you?” she whispered. “I don’t want you to have to hold back all the time, don’t want to deny you what you need.”
He threaded his hands into her hair, lifting her head and shoulders off the bed to meet his blistering kiss. “You’ll always be more than enough for me, Tessa,” he rasped. “And you are everything I need for all time.” He laid her back tenderly against the pillow. “But since you’re especially horny tonight, let’s compromise. You can be on top. So long,” he cautioned, “as you don’t get too carried away.”
She laughed in delight as they quickly switched positions, and she began to ride him slowly before leaning forward until her breasts grazed his bare chest. “You do realize,” she murmured laughingly in his ear, “that you and I have very different definitions of what getting carried away really means.”
And promptly picked up the tempo before he could do a single thing to slow her down.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Just another minute or two, Mrs. Gregson. Then we’ll be able to determine the baby’s gender. Let me see now.”
Ian’s eyes were fixed on the sonogram monitor as the technician continued to move the sensor over Tessa’s belly, every bit as anxious as his wife was to learn if the new baby would be a boy or another girl. In the meanwhile, he held his daughter securely on his lap as she played with her beloved stuffed lamb. As usual, Gilly was being as good as gold, sitting quietly and complacently as her mother was being examined. It had been quite a contrast, thought Ian, to a few of the other wailing, fidgety children and babies who’d been out in the waiting room earlier with their mothers. Ian hadn’t missed the looks of envy on several of those mother’s faces that their own children couldn’t be as well behaved as Gilly.
He nuzzled his nose against the top of her curly head, breathing in that fresh baby scent of hers he loved so much. She was growing up far too fast for his liking, couldn’t really be called a baby anymore since she would be two years old next April, but to Ian she would always be his baby girl. Gilly looked adorable as always, wearing a bright pink and black plaid dress, black tights, and tiny black patent Mary Janes. Tessa had bunched a few curly blonde locks on top of her head and secured them with a coordinating ribbon. The medical receptionist and nurses had all cooed over Gilly, exclaiming what a beautiful child she was, and she had rewarded them with one of her sunny smiles.
