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"It's the sweetest kind of sin" -Ada Thorne
Francis awoke to the feeling of soft kisses peppered along the peak of her ever growing belly. She slowly peeled open her eyes and looked down at the the person doing it. Thomas was laying down resting gently on her belly barely apply any weight stroking soft circles into her tummy. "Good morning, Mr Shelby" she croaked out.
He looked up at her with soft eyes. "Morning, love," he pressed one more soft kiss on her bump before sitting back up and resting himself next to her. She leaned up and kissed him lovingly on his lips.
"It's weird being in this big home. No noise. Nothing..." she stared off into the distance with a content smile. Then she looked back up to her husband "how do you think polly is?"
Thomas released a grating sigh "the boy's seventeen, Francis. I can't do anything about it" his thumb traced circles on her upper arm.
Eventually giving up with her questioning she moved so that she was straddling him. Her round belly leaving that a small gap between them "you say we aren't together... but then you love me until the sun comes up and stay with me for your own comfort constantly." Francis let her head drop to his shoulder in defeat. "I never know what you want anymore" she grumbled.
In an attempt to calm her Thomas began running his finger through her hair, smoothing it down in a lulling manner. "I told you I can't give you what you want. You know this," he sighed "if I could show how I love you, trust me then I would" he said as he began to press caressing kisses along her neck.
"Thomas" she let out breathily. Half happy he was doing this and half agitated he was changing the subject.
"Don't speak." He replied causing Francis to shut her mouth instantly.
His right hand came up to fondle her breast softly as his left continued to play with her hair.
"Ah" she moaned out tipping her head back in delight. He moved his right hand from her hair down her back just barely grazing the skin until it planted itself harshly onto her ass.
"Thomas stop teasing!" She wined.
Eventually he gave into her pleas and lifted her hips before removing himself from his briefs and gently sliding her down his length. A breathy moan escaped both of their lips. Slowly Tommy began to guide Francis forward and backwards. Rocking her into his hips.
He gripped her neck gently and tipped her head so he could place a feverish kiss on her lips. As able as she could Francis began to pick up her pace. Leaving Thomas at loss for words.
