Look at Me One More Time

My Personal Screwdriver

As Ben grows concern towards the kind of life he wants to provide for our baby, his work schedule gets in the way of our relationship.

Though, I don't blame him. Or be mad at him at all for that. I know his sense of pride and responsibility when it comes to our expenses around the house.

He'd never make me pay a cent for anything even while I was still earning for a living.

So when a package was delivered home, which is a baby crib yet to be assembled, I decided to make use of my own hands without waiting for Ben to do it.

I gave up after five minutes of attempting to lift one of the wooden pieces.

Though that did not stop me there.

I asked Ben if he could purchase one set of those tools that he uses for work.

There were times the wind outside got too strong and the panel we use against the window to lessen the cold drafts kept getting pushed in and out, causing so much noise especially during the middle of the night.

One evening, Ben came home and reluctantly handed over a small toolbox that he purchased from Lidl containing basic tools for simple fixtures, while reminding me firmly to be extra cautious while using them because they're of lower quality, might break and that I could hurt myself.

I couldn't help but jump on him like a child and give him a kiss. "You know I get bored doing nothing at home."

"I know," he smiled, beginning to understand why I've been complaining these days. "You can't spend hours staring at the phone or the laptop to play games. That would drive me crazy too."

Although, he added, that sometimes it would be nice that he doesn't get so exhausted to play some games with me after dinner or right before bed. Now that my huge baby bump is disallowing me from moving around too much and restricting me from many sex positions, we often just end up cuddling while watching Netflix until he either falls asleep on the sofa or gets horny for some reason and starts touching me, which later leads us to doing a lot of oral sex and handjobs.

Occasionally, he'd come from behind while I'm doing the dishes to squeeze my braless boobs and flick my hard nipples.

"Let me finish this first!" I warned him because I was holding a knife to clean with the sponge.

"That can wait," he rubbed his hard cock against my back and my pussy started tingling.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him to our bed and we made out.

"There's no pregnancy porn that you watched on Twitter?" he suddenly asked, while observing me as I got naked.

"Eww!" I replied, although I did watch a few on Pornhub, not Twitter.

"What eww?" he chuckled. "You have no idea how horny I get seeing your boobs now, and your skin, which is smoother too. How can you not notice how sexy you are now?"

"Oh, I haven't been so sexy before?" I faked sulking and placed my fingers down there to expose my clit.

"Oh god," he buried his face in between my legs and began eating my pussy.

And each time his coarse facial hair grazed on my sensitive skin, I shivered and moaned while arching my body.

That also often makes me cum more.

Since for some reason my changing hormones are causing me to develop crazy sex drive, I can get dripping wet just from watching Ben putting on clothes before going to work.

And my wetness makes him want to suck me more, lick me more. He likes to get his whole face sticky with my juices, and I quote what he said, I taste so good that he could enjoy my hole for really long until his jaw feels tired.

He lasts longer too when it's slippery wet. His delicious cock would get big inside and its curve would be touching my G-spot, making me scream calling out his name.

"Get ready," he said while his thumb flicking my wet clit and gently he penerated me with his erection.

I grabbed the sheets as his dick reached the deepest and I felt like my kidneys would break since it was so deep, so tight that he was moaning hard too.

There was still like an inch outside when I reached out to grab his balls.

He watched the juices flowing from my aroused box and he said, "You like that, don't you?"

"You like it too!" I said loudly because his thumb was kneading my horny little clit faster and my body wouldn't stop moving around to feel all the friction I could from his cock.

But he pulled out as he saw I was about to reach orgasm again. "You don't get off that easily."

"But we were supposed to fuck," I said, frustrated.

He slipped his hand into my steamy crotch and I felt his stiff middle finger sliding up my cream flooded hole.

I couldn't help the loud hoarse cry of pleasure as he explored inside with his finger, rubbing up and down. A gush of hot juices came out on all over his fingers and he grinned, satisfied.

And then now his turn, he spread my legs wide open and pushed his stick back in, muttering that he was no longer playing games and it was time for some serious fuck.

The big head of his cock went all the way in, screwing me hard as I wailed helplessly. He moved in and out steadily, tickling my womb while enjoying my tightness until his balls came to rest against my soaked pussy. I felt him throbbing as he came inside of me and his whole body shook.

I whimpered with pleasure with his meat still stuffed inside, still hard and long, still pricking me. His cum began to flow out onto the sheets, combining with my juices that were already there. We didn't care.

We fell asleep like that.