There's No Way

Dirty Dreams

[Smut Warning]

[Shawn's POV]

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready to go to bed when I saw Camila standing sideways in front of the mirror in nothing but a bralette and sweatpants, carefully caressing her growing stomach with her small hand.

"Cutest little bump in the world," I said from the doorway where I had been watching her from. She turned to me in surprise before smiling sweetly.

"I love that we can finally start to see our little peanut," she said as she starting rubbing her hand over her belly again. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her little bump as well. "Now that I'm twelve weeks they're about the size of a plum..."

"So do you still think it's a boy?" I asked curiously. She sighed and tilted her head, leaning back against my chest as I tightened my arms around her slightly.

"I'm trying to be as in tune with my body as possible...and my body is telling me it's a boy," she said confidently.

"Well," I said. "I like to think that I'm also pretty in tune with your body, and I'm pretty sure it's a girl." Camila laughed.

"I won't argue with your knowledge of my body...but it's a boy. I hate to break it to you," she shrugged.

"Should we bet money on it?"

"We're married. Your money is my money, honey." She giggled at her own accidental rhyme which was so fucking adorable that I couldn't help but giggle as well.

Later, as we cuddled up together in bed, we discussed our plans for the next day. We had spent our whole day deep cleaning the house and getting it ready because the next day our realtor would be coming over to take pictures of it so we could finally get it up for sale.

"I'm gonna miss the attic," Camila sighed sadly as she laid her head on my chest. "You really did such a good job making that room special for me."

"Don't worry," I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her forehead. "I'll make you another one in the new house." She smiled and placed a quick kiss to my chest before leaning up and connecting my lips with hers. Soon enough, sleep overcame both of us.

Sometime in the middle of the night, as my arm and one of my legs were draped around Camila's body, she began to stir. The feeling of her round ass rubbing against my front was enough to wake me up from my peaceful slumber. I let out a quiet, involuntary groan at the feeling before she finally settled in and stilled her movements. I tried to clear my head and fall back asleep, but before I could she was once more rolling her hips back into me. She pressed her ass against my crotch and began to grind into me, making it obvious that she wasn't just half-asleep and trying to get comfortable—she knew exactly what she was doing.

"You're awake aren't you?" I groaned as she continued to grind against my now rock-hard member. She just let out a high-pitched giggle as if she was the most innocent person in the world.

"I have no idea what you're talking about..." I reached forward and grabbed her hip with my hand, pressing myself even harder against her. She let out a quiet moan at the feeling as my other hand reached around and palmed her breasts.

"Touch me," she cooed. "I'm so wet for you." Without skipping a beat, the hand that had been on her hip snaked it's way into her sweatpants—her lack of panties being a welcome surprise. She wasn't lying—she was soaked. More than usual, even.

"Damn...what got you so worked up, baby?" I whispered huskily into her ear. She smiled coyly as she began to grind against my hand, desperate for release.

"I guess pregnancy has been making my dreams extra realistic lately..." she answered breathily as I slipped my fingers into her with ease. She moaned loudly at the feeling as she reached behind herself and began to palm me through my underwear. It didn't take long for her to haphazardly pull them down my thighs, my length now poking her thigh. "Inside. Now. Please." she panted. Without thinking twice, I pulled her sweatpants down and aligned myself with her center before pushing into her, groaning at the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping my cock. She gripped onto my forearm, her nails digging into my skin as I thrusted into her at a delicious pace. Within minutes she was writhing in pleasure, satisfied screams of my name falling from her plump, pink lips. I let her ride out her high before slowly pulling out of her. She quickly flipped over and crawled down beneath the blankets—the feeling of her mouth wrapping around my length following shortly after she had disappeared beneath the sheets. I couldn't see her, but the feeling combined with the sounds she was making got me off in record time. I let out a loud moan and tangled my fingers into her hair as I released into her mouth, which she quickly swallowed down. She slowly crawled her way back up my body, peppering my abdomen and chest with small kisses as she did so.

"Are you done?" I asked curiously. "Or do you think you could take some more?"

"Mhmmm...what did you have in mind?" she breathed into my ear. I gave her a coy smirk before flipping her over and moving down her body so my face was buried between her thighs. Clearly she was up for more, because she had no issues with the way my tongue hungrily circled her throbbing clit, gently pulling it between my lips and sucking. My hands roamed all over her hips, ass, and thighs before reaching up and grabbing her breasts, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers as my tongue darted in and out of her soaking wet sex. Her hand was placed firmly on the back of my head, holding me in place as I ate her to another orgasm. After licking up every last drop of cum that she had to offer me, I once again spooned her as we both drifted back off to sleep.

The next morning, I was in the kitchen making coffee when Camila came out of the bedroom. Her hair was still damp from her shower and her baby bump was just barely visible through the fabric of her sundress.

"Good morning," I said cheerily as I kissed her forehead. "Did you sleep good?" She smiled shyly and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I did...then again, you always know how to put me to sleep." She winked and kissed my shoulder before moving past me to get her breakfast. I couldn't help but blush at the mention of our middle-of-the-night escapades. I moved back towards her—this time I was wrapping my arms around her waist, hugging her tightly.

"You smell good," I whispered as I buried my face into the crook of her neck.

"And you smell like sex," she retorted. "Our realtor is going to be here in less than an hour. I'd get cleaned up if I were you." I sighed before reluctantly letting go of my grip on her and heading off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

A/N: SHAWN'S IG POST. SONGS FROM THE HEART. I'M NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED. I FEEL LIKE WE'RE GETTING SOMETHING REALLY SOON.