Naramdaman kong unti-unting tinataas ni Dennise ang tshirt ko, itinaas ko ang aking mga kamay para tuluyan niya itong matanggal. Itinapon niya ito kung saan sa kwarto kasunod ng bra ko. Next to go was her shirt and bra and I lightly ran my hands over her sensitive breasts.
Her head was pressed up against mine and in the unlit room my dark brown eyes connected with her bright blue. We weren't kissing, just breathing.
Napaungol na lamang siya sa ginawa ko sa dibdib niya and napatawa na lang ako ng maramdaman ang pagsipa ng anak namin, better now that the skin of our stomachs lay connected.
Dahan-dahan akong bumaba sa katawan ni Dennise habang binibigyan ito ng mga bawat mumunting halik. I pressed three open-mouthed kisses to Den's stomach before murmuring, "Time to sleep na baby girl, Mommy and Babba need some alone time."
And just like that, I was being pulled back up to Dennise's lips. Her kisses were harder now, wanting. Her hips started rocking into me and I felt the beginning stages of my blood rushing between my legs. Our hips pressed into each other in a dance they know too well.
Ilan pang sandali, pareho na kaming nakahubad ni Dennise. Ang aking titi ay nakadikit sa mainit na hita ni Den na nakapag paungol sa akin.
Dennise rolled me onto my back and was slowly starting to lower herself on me. Sinubukan ‘kong hindi isipin kung kailan kami huling nag-make love ng asawa ‘ko ng ganito. I just needed to feel my wife.
Nung unang beses na magbuntis si Dennise, we figured out that etong position na to yung mas madali kesa sa missionary.
Right now I was just focused on the feel of Dennise rocking into me, taking my length, and feeling our bodies connect in a way they hadn't for weeks. I wasn't doing this to get off and I knew she wasn't either. Sometimes we needed this so we could find each other in our brief moments of separation.
Den's cries of pleasure were increasing and her hips were becoming more erratic in their rhythm. I pushed up in practiced skill and hit the most sensitive spot inside of her body. She mewled in pleasure. I, despite the awkwardness of the position, leaned up and captured her lips in a searing kiss while continuing the motion of canting up into her.
Her release was close. I could feel the way her walls were beginning to clench around me. I was getting closer too.
Dennise ushed off of me and I moaned at the sight of her arousal coating me. She laid down on her left side and I immediately rolled into her. I lifted her leg over my hip then guided myself into her again. I pushed all the way in then wrapped my arm around her body. Dennise wiggled her way into me until our bodies were flush against each other.
This was the best position for now. It was the only way our bodies could connect fully and intimately. I lay my head onto her shoulder and lightly kissed as my hips rocked into her body.
We were moving as one.
I continued to paint kisses across her shoulder and back while I lowered a hand to her center. I rubbed at her clit and only seconds later her body was convulsing in her climax. I followed almost immediately after, shooting my own arousal into her body.
Our bodies were slick with sweat from our physical activity. Our breathing was erratic, yet it felt like we were breathing as a single person.
Dennise laced our hands together again and pulled them up to her lips, kissing each one before moving them to rest on her enlarged stomach. My flaccid appendage was still sheathed inside of my wife but in times like tonight, it was the connection we craved. Our bodies were interlaced around each other, molding into one, just like we were meant to be.
