You and Me, Forever

Bring Heaven To You [4]

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Shawn always knew that moving out is the grandest thing (other than the fact you have to cook for yourself – however, he and Camila both cook, so it evens out well.) Before Camila moved in, he did not have to fear being walked in on and could decide what he wanted to do at what time, and small things like. . wearing clothes.

Now, more than him taking the advantage of walking around the apartment naked, it's Camila who is doing so. She bought a new set of lingerie, that parted from her belly, allowing room for expansion. She isn't doing it much for his joy as she is for her own confidence, it appears. He's been watching her all day long, from the first scream in the morning of it arriving to seven hours later of her walking around in it. Camila will stop at certain times, looking down and then walking over to a mirror and expecting it.

Now, they're nearing the night and, unfortunately, Shawn is going out for dinner with the lads. She takes a seat on the couch beside him, leaning back and spreading her legs, sighing in relief.

"Legs sore, hun?" he whispers, unsure if she has a headache.

She looks over at him, face calm and rested. His eyes zero onto her chest, her breasts grow bigger because of the pregnancy but he absolutely loves them. He loves watching them sag and still have the lingerie lift them up. She's nearing month six of her pregnancy, her belly is showing more than ever, obviously, and she's been complaining more about back pain.

"I got you," Shawn mumbles, grabbing her feet and scooting away from her, so she can rest them on his lap easily. His fingers press into her calves, releasing the tension and she throws her head back, gasping. He smirks, admiring how beautiful she looks with her plump breasts and belly, thick thighs and . . just beautiful.

She has her head resting on the couch pillow, bliss wafting through her, eyes closed as she soaks into the massage of his fingers. She sighs in bliss, and when she opens his eyes, she finds him, head tilted to one side, smiling at her. Camila grins, her happiness only brightening up more and she sits up, hands reaching out to touch him. "Hey, baby girl," he giggles, hands going to her waist and wrapping her up in his arms, pulling her onto his laps. He's careful not to squeeze her against him to take care of the baby. She feels heavier on his lap, and he loves it, wanting her to be all on him, love with him with every inch of her.

Camila's hands settle onto his shoulders, and she smiles at him, glad that he's finally catching on. "Hiya, handsome," she whispers, grinning like a loser now, leaning down, pressing her nose to his. She smiles, pressing hers against his and then pulling away, shuddering gently when his hands run over her thighs, tracing the hair that has grown out. She rocks her hips gently, not too noticeable, but enough to make her grin.

He has his hands on her waist and he rests his head on the back of the couch, smiling up at her through hooded eyes. "How are you feeling, tonight?" he asks, a routine question, three times a day. Depending on the day, she will either cry into his arms, kiss him or yell at him for asking the question so many times – but he asks no matter what. Camila brings her hand to cup his cheek and she leans down, nuzzling his cheek with her nose, smiling lightly. She nods against his cheek, the tip of her nose stroking it and she spots him smiling. "And how's the baby?" he whispers into her ear, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to her shoulder.

"All good," she whispers, kissing his cheek before taking a deep breath. She doesn't really know how to ask him. The last time they had sex was a month ago and her belly was significantly smaller. In her pregnancy, blowjobs have become very common (she's, "always wanting to suck your dick.") Shawn doesn't mind the blowjobs but he does mind not being able to make her feel as good as she makes him feel. Camila feels like she is out of practice, not knowing what to say to make him fuck her on this couch. So, she settles for nipping at his lips and painfully slowly rolling her hips into his.