Shevas house
Roan WV
May 4th 7 PM
The living room was drenched in the golden hue of early evening light, filtering through sheer curtains that fluttered gently in the breeze. Dean leaned against the counter, phone pressed to his ear, ordering a large pepperoni pizza and one extra cheese.
"Yeah, that's right. Pepperoni and extra cheese. Thanks." Dean said, ending the call with a sigh of relief. He turned to Sheva, a teasing smile creeping onto his face. "Alright, pizza's on the way. You holding up okay?"
Sheva sprawled onto the couch, her pregnant belly round and prominent. She let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back against the cushions. "Honestly? I'm so very horny, Dean." As she sat up, the strap from her dress snapped, causing a heavy breast to slip out. Her chest was big, always... but now they were three times the size.
Dean's eyes widened, and he choked on a laugh. "What? Seriously? You can't just drop that bomb on me!"
Sheva giggled, the sound lilting and light, but frustration underlined her tone. "What? It's true! Being this pregnant makes everything... intense you know?" Sheva gave up on trying to fix the strap. She just left her breasts hold the front up. If the boys came in and saw, the boys came in and saw. It's not like they won't see her breastfeed eventually. Nothing sexual about doing your job as a mom.
"Intense, huh?" Dean stepped closer, crossing his arms. "So what do you want me to do about it?"
"Maybe you could help me out here?" Sheva's voice dropped, laced with desperate hunger. "It's been so long, Dean. My body craves what only you can give."
Dean's heart raced, the playful banter shifting into something electric. "What exactly are you asking for?"
Sheva met his gaze, her eyes glimmering with mischief and longing. "I need you to remind me what it feels like to be wanted. Just for a moment."
Dean hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. "But what if the guys come back? We can't—"
"They're busy outside. We have a few minutes."
The urgency in her voice stirred something deep within him. "Alright," he said, a mix of excitement and caution in his tone. "Just for a moment."
Leaning closer, Sheva's voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "I lie in bed, my fingers seeking to ease the ache, but it's an empty solace. I need your cock, hard and insistent, filling me, reminding me of the pleasure only you can provide when you fuck me." I can't do it myself anymore.... "And I have alot of toys to pass the time... they don't compare to the real thing." She begged, whilst placing Dean's hand on her aching breast.
"These are just so heavy. All of my bras have given out, my back hurts, there's so much tension. I want to break it."
Dean's eyes darkened with desire as he took in Sheva's enticing form, her pregnancy only adding to her allure. "You're right, we don't have much time." He said "But I can give you what you need."
He moved towards her, his steps purposeful, and knelt before the couch, taking her hand in his. "Let me show you how much I've missed you." He kissed her hand.
Sheva's breath caught as Dean's fingers gently traced the curve of her breast, her dress offering little resistance. "Oh." She sighed, her body arching into his touch.
"I've been dreaming of this." He teased, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin. "Of feeling you, tasting you."
With a gentle tug, Dean lowered the neckline of her dress, revealing her swollen breasts. He cupped one, his thumb brushing over the taut peak, eliciting a soft moan from Sheva.
