Look at Me One More Time

Firm Hand

Although I'm always horny, I've reached the point of my pregnancy where I myself can't keep up anymore.

I know Ben always wakes up with a huge, morning boner, and we used to fuck before he rushed to get a shower and ready for work.

Sometimes, I made him get late too.

"It feels weird everywhere," I complained, but he simply replied with the usual 'aww' followed by a hug.

I understand he has no solution for this, and he doesn't have a clue of how I feel each day, carrying our child. Pregnancy is not just eating for two and craving for unimaginable food. Pregnancy, to me, is a lot of self control and patience, which will also be useful while going through motherhood.

For example, I can't keep eating junk food when I'm hungry because it's gonna be a pain in the ass when I'll need to lose weight later. Hell no! Being hormonal is not an excuse. Maybe this is when a good support from the loved ones come in handy.

That's why Ben only buys healthy snacks like cereals, yogurt and dried fruits whenever I get the munching feeling. I don't fully omit the ice creams and chocolates, of course, but I eat them moderately.

One day, he came home with a juice maker and tried to make me a smoothie with banana and strawberries.

He looked sexy in his boxers while standing there in the kitchen. He always does.

"Maybe with this, you can drink quickly without feeling nauseous," he said. "It's okay, I'll clean it up for you after you're done, if you don't feel like getting up from bed."

My back was hurting. My butt felt like I just fell down from the third floor.

"Thank you," I said, while my hand playfully grabbed his inner thigh.

He jumped a little, but didn't push my hand away. "Oh my God, you!"

I giggled with my hand crawling inside his boxers. His cock was getting hard, and wet.

I could feel myself getting wet too.

At a slight discomfort, he rolled down the boxers to show me the most beautiful part of his body. And it got harder just from me looking at it.

"Did you want this?" He asked.

I gently squeezed the head, and witnessed his pre-come flowing out. I made use of that juice to smoothen the top and began stroking it.

Ben's body started to turn stiff, I could see the muscles on his thighs flexing and he probably should have reclined himself on the sofa.

I used my both hands, stroking his cock while staring at him. Keeping an eye contact is his biggest turn on when it comes to handjob or blowjob. He just won't stay quiet.

"But don't you want it in you?" He said, in between his moans.

I did, actually, but my back was hurting so bad, that sex seemed a bit of a bad idea. I just wanted to play with his cock this time. I liked watching him try to stand with his legs too weak to control themselves.

He just couldn't last long. While grabbing my hair from the top, he came, pouring out his hot cream on my hands. It got sticky for a short while. As he regained his energy, it turned less concentrated and started dripping down from my hands to the kitchen floor.

"Babe.. why.." he whispered, panting.

"Because I just felt like doing it?" I laughed and went to get us some paper towels.

For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to be honest about what I truly feel. Having sex with my current conditions seems wrong these days and I often feel uncomfortable.

I just didn't want him to think that he's been hurting me unknowingly, because I do enjoy sex with him and we did it roughly so many times in the past. At times, we just cared more about the sexy time we spent together instead of the pain it caused to the both of us, or how hard it was for me to walk normally again after that.

I miss that so much.

I'm sure, with a child around the house, we won't be doing that kind of sex anymore. It will be just the boring and gentle kind, or a quickie before bed because we don't want to wake the baby up.

I don't know.

And what if my body will change after childbirth and Ben won't like me anymore, like he used to.

What if, the work he's doing will be in our way, we'll communicate less because he'll be too busy earning money for the extra expenses.

I know I have mentioned this before, but I truly wish I could do more around the house other than waiting for him to come home and offer him my body in case he's horny.

He has never made me feel that way, though.

Then again, what if the new addition to the family will actually bring us closer than we already are? Our love will just grow stronger than before and nothing in the world can ever keep us apart.

Yes, I look forward to that.

In the meantime, I better stay healthy, physically and mentally, just so our baby will be born with no complications.

I took the cellphone and texted my parents. I invited them to come to Portugal and stay here during the first weeks after the baby is delivered.

Mistakenly, I didn't discuss my intentions with Ben first, and he did not seem all that happy with the idea.