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I was seven months pregnant and my belly had grown to that size where it was difficult to move around comfortably. Most of the time, I was exhausted and my hormones were always all over the place. Despite everything, I was very excited to be growing a little baby inside me. We were having a girl; her name is gonna be Ivy.

My husband Y/c had been extremely supportive through this whole process. I couldn't be more grateful for him. He would rub my feet when they were swollen or make my favorite snacks when I didn't want to get up.

Overall, he was just my biggest helper thought all of this.

One night me and Y/c were snuggled up on the couch. His hands were caressing my gigantic belly. I couldn't help but feel a bit turned on. We hadn't had sex since I was five months. I turned around, kissing Y/c's soft lips. "What was that for?"

I slightly bit my bottom lip before sighing heavenly. "I'm horny. I need you to touch me." Y/c was very much taken back by my words. " Wait, for real?" I nodded. He threw the covers off of us, turning the tv off.

He scooped me up in his arms, making a bee line for our bedroom. He placed me onto the bed, making sure I was laying on my back. He leaned down connecting our lips. The feeling of our bodies being pressed together was electrifying and our clothes weren't even off yet. My nipples ached with anticipation.

Y/c reached down, tugging on my shirt. I raised my arms up so he could pull the t-shirt off. He then pulled my bra straps down. Next was my shorts then underwear. I signaled for Y/c to take off his clothes too. He did, climbing onto me, placing soft kisses on my neck. He showered me with affection.

"You're so beautiful mama."

"Mmm." I hummed, closing my eyes and gripping Y/c's hair. His kisses moved down my body; he placed kisses on my breast, stomach, and thighs. Y/c pushed my legs open, biting his lips.

My hands gripped the bed sheets as Y/c's tongue circled my clit. He sulked and lapped at my pussy. My juices were flowing all down his chin. His beard hair tickled my sensitive skin, causing shivers to run up my spine. "Oh yes! Right there!" I screamed. My chest was heaving up and down, my heart rate was increasing.

I bucked my hips up wanting to fuck his face, but my big belly made it difficult to move with my usual abdomen. I huffed, feeling myself get irritated and tired from the all the moving. Y/c seemed to sense my frustration and grabbed my hips, locking them down onto the bed and flicking his tongue through my folds.

Y/c's tongue moved down to my hole, plunging his tongue back and forth. He tongue fucked me slowly as his thumbs spread my lips wider, making sure he didn't miss an inch. "Pussy so fucking sweet, even more now that you're pregnant." He growled against my skin.

His mumbling sent vibrations that made my walls clench. "I could eat this all day. So fucking wet too."

His words sent a flushed out smile onto my face. I loved the way he worshiped my body, especially now since I was carrying our child. There'd be times where I'd catch myself staring in the mirror for too long, wondering if I'd ever get back to my normal size.

Carrying our baby girl has made me gain a few pounds. Some of my shoes didn't even fit anymore. My clothes were too small so I'd have to buy new ones or wear something of Y/c's. Sometimes I'd cry because I'd feel like i was fat. Y/c would always comfort me, saying how he'd always love my body no matter what size I was.

He'd tell me I was beautiful either way and nothing could change that. He's say I should be happy because I was creating our beautiful baby. Y/c once told me that he loved the changes my body was going through and that he couldn't be more excited to become a father.

Most times I was okay, but everyone has their moments. I was very grateful to have a husband like Y/c; I wouldn't want to go through this journey with anyone else.

I was knocked out of my trance when Y/c's finger came up, pinching and massaging my nipples. I couldn't help but let out a howling moan. This was the best feeling, my breast were starting to get a bit sore since the milk was coming in.

I wanted to return the favor, to taste him on my tongue. "I want your dick." I panted, trying to keep myself from stuttering. My fingers moved down, threading through his hair, pulling him upwards. "Please let me suck you." I begged.

Y/c obliged, climbing up the bed until he loomed over me. Y/c's dick stood tall and mighty. "You good?" He asked. I nodded, wrapping my hand around his thickness. My mouth watered, at the sight above me. I gave it a gentle squeeze before inching it towards my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around his leaking tip. I could taste the small beads of pre cum. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him in deep, sucking hard. Fuck baby, that feel so good." Y/c groaned, grabbing a fist full of my hair. I bobbed my head, taking him in as deep as I could. Hollowing my cheeks, I pushed him deeper down my throat, running my tongue along his length.

My free hand cupped his balls, massaging them as I deep throated him. Y/c couldn't take anymore, I knew it. He twitched and tensed, the veins in his neck were starting to pop out. I could sense his impending orgasm. he was trying to hold back, but I wanted him to cum.

"Cum in my mouth. I wanna swallow every drop." I smiled, eyes sparking with mischief as I released his cock with a popping sound. I jerked him off a bit before engulfing him again. His hand pushed the back of my head down causing me to gag.

The small strings of spit were falling from the sides of my mouth, my throat was being used just the way I liked it.

Y/c released his hand before cumming inside my mouth. I squeezed my hand around his cock, lips still wrapped around him. I made sure to lick up every last drop. I pulled away watching as his manhood went limp. Y/c placed a pillow down before pushing me to lay back. "Relax a bit, then I'll get you cleaned up okay."

I nodded my head, closing my eyes, trying to steady my breath. "Thank you." I said, opening my eyes and meeting Y/c's. He looked my way confused, "For?"

"This. I really needed it. I know I've been a bit bitchy lately." Y/c chuckled, "It's fine mama." He placed a small kiss on my head and got up to go to the bathroom. He came back with a warm towel. He wiped me down before going back into the restroom.

He ran us both a bath; we sat in the tub together, enjoying the time that we had, and just taking everything in. I couldn't be more grateful for the life that I have.

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Y/c puts a pillow down so your belly doesn't get hurt