Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton

Insatiable

You awake to a hand tracing over the swell of your belly. Benedict has been away for a few weeks touring with his artwork, and your body has changed quite a bit even in the last few days.

"What are you doing?" You mutter blearily.

"I'm sorry to wake you" his voice is deep and a little rough. "I just.... You look so beautiful, my darling."

"I'm five months pregnant and look like a balloon", you respond, slightly deadpan.

"No. You look so... oh god... so sexy," he breathes, his hand tracing the upper side of your bump to the underside of your breast. "Your curves are amazing," he whispers, "look at your breasts," he squeezes one gently through your nightgown.

You subtly yawn and stretch slightly, pushing your breast into his palm.

"Please, please take this off." He pleads, tugging at your nightgown, "I need to see your naked body. See you, taste you, smell your skin."

You can't say no to him. Ever. Even now, in the middle of the night. You haul yourself off the bed to stand and peel off your nightgown.

He groans at the sight of you in the low moonlight.

"Get back up here," he requests urgently, his hand reaching to help you back up onto the bed. He encourages you over him, grabbing your leg to make you straddle his waist.

"Look at you, my love" his voice is reverential and gruff. His hands run over the swell of your belly, then up to hold your enlarged breasts.

You moan gently as he lightly pinches your nipples.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I can't help myself; seeing you like this does things to me." He shutters.

With all the hormones surging through you, it doesn't take much to get you so turned on. Just his light touch has you aching.

"I know it's probably so wrong, but I just want to fuck you so hard," he confesses in a throaty whisper. He surges against you, and you feel the leaking head of his rigid cock bump against your butt cheek.

"Do it," you hiss, gyrating slowly against him, dragging your clit against his abdominal muscles.

He flips you gently, so you are underneath him.

He kisses you fiercely. His tongue snaking into your mouth and drawing little mewls from your throat.

Then he drops lower, his nose and hands running over your breasts and belly, breathing deep, tasting your skin. It sets your senses on fire.

"You look wonderful, swollen with my child. Mine," he growls possessively, his mouth dragging wet kisses against your belly button.

His fingertips swirl circles low on your belly, then slip between your legs.

"Benedict," you cry as he expertly quests against your clit.

He pushes your legs apart and buries his face against your cunt.

"Fuckkkk," you exhale gustily as his tongue quests into you.

"Your taste," he groans, "so ripe now. God, how can you taste so good? I can't get enough. I actually want to eat you," he sinks his teeth into your labia and bites gently nudging against your clit.

You moan loud and run a hand into his hair, pressing him down and pushing up against his face.

"Yes, my love," he encourages.

"Please get up here and fuck me," you murmur.

"You want my cock?" He teases between lashing your clit.

"Yesss," you are hypnotised by him right now, under his spell, "please give it to me."

He crawls up your body on all fours, his face sinful, dragging his mouth hotly over your bump, biting your nipples, nipping at your neck, until you feel his cock resting against your folds.

"How much, darling? I need to know you want me as much as I want you." He holds your gaze.

"So much, fuck me now, husband. I want you so badly." you stare back at him, writhing until you have his tip pressed against your entrance.

He growls and surges into you, pushing all the way to the hilt; your toes and fingers curl at the heavy invasion.

He reaches behind you, grabs a pillow and slides it under your hips. You are so open to him now.

"That's it, yes," he hisses, sliding out and back in with a force that jiggles your whole body.

"I love watching how your body moves when I fuck into you. Especially now," his hands rest lightly on your bump as he pumps into you. You feel every vein sliding against your walls.

"Look at you. God, you're so beautiful. You are going to have so many of my babies, wife because I can't resist you like this."

He's pushing deep, bumping your cervix, so you cry out in the pleasurable pain that gives.

"I just... fuck... I always want you like this. I want you pregnant all the time; I'm going to fill you every time, so you are always with my child. Fuck." He's moving faster now, his hands banded around your thighs, pulling you onto his cock, his words interspersed with heavy breaths and grunts.

"Tell me more, husband," this brand of dirty talk is really working for you today. You love how much he wants you; he worships your body in this state.

"As soon as you have this baby, Mrs Bridgerton, I'm breeding you again," he growls. "I'm going to fuck you all day, every day. You'll be dripping with my seed."

"Fuck Benedict," he's never been quite like this before. He's animalistic, his pupils blown wide, his hair sticking at all angles where you have pulled it.

"Mine all mine. You were made for me. Made to carry my babies." He's moving so quickly you just cling on, pushing back against his thrusts, chasing your completion, the blinding light dancing behind your eyes. "You want it? You want my seed," His tone demanding.

"Yessss husband, please give it to me, give me all your seed. I need it," you babble, dangling over the edge of oblivion.

His fingers find your bud, and it tips you over the edge. He cries out at the force of your rippling cunt

"Yes, milk me, darling, take what you need," he grits through his teeth, sweat dripping down his neck as he pushes hard twice, then shudders against you. You feel him coming deep inside you, coating your insides.

"Oh, yesssss," he slumps over you but is careful to avoid putting pressure on your bump. His body curling, so his head rests on your breastbone.

Your breathing slowly returns to normal as you come back down. "How many babies are we having, Mr Bridgerton?" You tease with a giggle.

"So, so many," he huffs a laugh. "I'll build a whole new wing on this house with my bare hands. You have no idea how wonderful you look, darling. I love you so much." He kisses you fervently.

"And this little one too," he coos, running his fingers over your belly. "I can't wait to meet her."

"Oh, you think it's a girl?" You tease, smoothing out his hair as he shuffles lower to rest his head on your bump.

"I know it is." He is so self-assured. "My two wonderful ladies. The centre of my universe."

You sigh happily and lace your fingers with his.

"We both love you very much," you praise as he falls asleep in your lap with a smile on his face.