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You watch, naked with a smile from your perch on the side of the sofa bed as your equally gloriously-nude husband gets to his knees before you. He gently spreads and scoots between your legs, and you pet his dark wavy hair when he rests his head gently against your pregnant belly. You’re about 30 weeks along at this point, and one of Bubba’s new favorite activities is feeling the baby kick. He’s so excited for the new little life you made together to arrive that he can hardly contain himself.
A gentle ‘thud’ strikes his cheek and he squeals softly in delight, prompting a gentle laugh from you. Bubba pulls back with a grin, then scoots away far enough that he can pick up your foot. You giggle when he kisses the tip of your big toe, but your laugh turns into a gasp when he takes it into his mouth and begins sucking on it. You’ve never had a man do this before, but leave it to Bubba to try something completely random in bed without being prompted. It’s both amusing and sensual, and feels better than you would have expected so you let him continue, watching with hooded eyes as he worships each digit with his hot, wet mouth. Once he’s given each of them a moment of attention he moves upwards to plant a soft kiss on the top of your foot while the rough pads of his thumbs brush feather-light against your ankle bones, as fragile to him as those of a baby bird. Then he presses his thumbs into your sole and you moan in ecstasy as he begins making rhythmic little circles in your sore flesh. Oh how they’ve been hurting these days, burdened beneath the extra weight of the baby you’re carrying and the ache of your softening ligaments.
“Mmm, that feels so nice, honey,” you sigh and he kisses the top of your foot once again. He gives your other foot the same treatment, first kissing and sucking each toe before massaging the sole and kissing the top, then he creeps slowly up the inside of your legs, planting little kisses against your skin every inch or so. He’s moving slowly, so slowly despite his eagerness, desperate to really show you how much he’s in complete and utter awe of you and your miraculous body. Bubba can take the life of just about anything that crosses his path if he needs to, but you, on the other hand, can create it.
Plus he knows how much discomfort this new state of being is causing you, and it just doesn’t seem fair that you must suffer while his body is just the same as ever. So he does all he can think of to lessen your burden: carrying you when you’ll let him, rubbing lotion on your newly formed stretch marks and massaging your aching muscles, heating up water for your baths and washing your hair and body for you, all the while cooing praise and affection. As your pregnancy has progressed, his awe has increased in size right along with your belly and breasts and he kneels before you in supplication, begging for your grace like a devout believer prostrate before a goddess.
Your eyes meet when he reaches your knees, his warm brown irises thinning as his pupils expand to take in the sight of you gazing down at him. The way you look at him with such love never ceases to take his breath away - no one ever looked at him like that before he met you - and when you add desire to the mix it’s even better. He recognizes the desire on your face right now, and it makes his heart speed up and heat kindle in his loins. Every single day since the day you met you become even more beautiful, and with every single day that passes he desires you right back more than he did the day before. He doesn’t know how that’s possible - every day he’s been sure that he can’t possibly want you anymore than right at that moment, and yet somehow, he wakes up the following morning even more in love - and in lust. But he doesn’t question it. There are plenty of things that Bubba doesn’t understand in the world, but this mystery is not worth worrying about. He’s just here to enjoy it for as long as it lasts. And oh, how he’s enjoying it.
He presses open-mouthed kisses on top of your knees, still making himself move slowly, stroking your calves with both hands, already breathing in deep to make sure he catches the tantalizing scent of your waiting sex as soon as he gets close enough. The rough callouses on his palms feel amazing and you shiver a bit, biting your lip in anticipation as he drags his tongue lightly along your thighs, switching between them, creeping ever closer to their apex. He hums against your skin when you spread your legs wider, then lifts his head to place the most heart-achingly tender kiss right on your navel.
“Love you,” you murmur and he whimpers in bliss before mumbling the same, his breath warming and soothing your too-tight skin. Bubba’s hands leave your thighs to rest on the mattress on either side of your hips so he can lift himself just enough to kiss you on the lips, long and slow, your tongues dancing in tandem like lovers. His energy turns more urgent, more needy and you’re right there with him, moaning in pleasure when his mouth finds your nipple. He licks and sucks each one gently while supporting its weight with his palm, loving the way they’ve been growing along with the baby inside you.
He suckles and strokes your breasts for so long you’re sure you’re about to start lactating when he finally makes his way south once again, tilting his head at an angle to avoid hitting it against your belly. Then his hands follow his mouth until you feel the tease of one girthy finger and then two ghosting through your pubic hair. You lean back a bit on one palm to try and get your stomach out of his way, and then his lips are there, too, brushing faintly against your curls before trailing lower. He presses a light kiss against your clit, then laps the flat of his tongue against it oh-so-slowly, coaxing a breathy sigh from deep in your weary bones. “Ohh, Bubba…” you moan, stroking the thick waves of his hair and scratching your nails lightly against his scalp. He loves it when you do that and you can’t help but smile at the happy little noise he makes. You can’t indulge him for long, though, needing both hands to brace yourself, but he doesn’t waver one bit when your hand leaves him - he just keeps on paying tribute between your thighs, offering up his mouth and fingers to your pleasure.
He’s gotten you close, oh so close to orgasm, but even the magic he’s working on your pussy can’t completely distract you from the ache of the rest of your body. It’s tough to stay comfortable in one position for too long, so before he can bring you up to and over that crest you push gently against his head and ask him to join you laying down on the soft, cozy nest of pillows and blankets all over the cowhide-covered sofa bed. He happily complies, scrambling up off the floorboards as you beckon him.
“Like this, honeybear,” you request but he’s already there, helping you lay on your side and attempting to assist with the placement of pillows you use to support your stomach while sleeping. It’s a warm night, so once you’re all settled Bubba pulls only one soft, threadbare sheet over to cover you both, then takes his place spooned up behind you as close as he can get. His erection presses against your backside as he nuzzles your hair and brings one big arm around you, but he waits for permission before doing more. Sometimes you’re too tired in your late-pregnant state to want to have intercourse so he patiently waits for you to tell him what you want… though he definitely hopes you’ll let him be inside you tonight. And like an angel granting his wish, you take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze.
“Please make love to me, Bubba.”
It’s definitely sexy when you ask him to fuck you, but the phrase “making love” gets him equally hot and bothered and he eagerly obeys. He’s gotten you soft and pliant with his earlier attentions and he slips easily between your folds and then in, drawing sighs of ecstasy from you both. He starts moving his hips in slow, steady undulations, rhythmic and soft. When your pregnancy first started to show he was afraid to be inside you, worrying that somehow it might hurt the baby… you reassured him it wouldn’t but he still prefers to keep his motions shallow and gentle, at least until after the birth. His free hand wanders back over your arm to rest on your breast, stroking it lightly while kissing your neck. It feels absolutely divine, so, so fucking good, and your little whimpers and sighs make his brain even fuzzier in the best possible way. He holds you close against him, your body so soft against his belly and chest, trying his damndest to do all the work. He wants to take care of you, serve you, encourage you to just relax and enjoy.
The familiar and beloved comfort of his strong arm around you, the heat of his skin and the brush of his body hair against you is definitely helping him accomplish this goal. The slow slide of his cock in and out of your slippery cunt has you seeing stars that start to turn supernova when you reach below the pillow supporting your belly to tease your clit. You come with a shudder while crying out his name and he speeds his thrusts just a little, grunting and panting and trying to last till your orgasm is complete. He spills deep inside you a few seconds later with a guttural groan, completely transported to that heavenly dimension you rule over and are gracious enough to allow him to visit when he touches you like this.
He doesn’t want to pull out - and you don’t want him to, either - so he stays where he is as you both go soft and quiet save for still catching your breaths. Bubba hugs you a little tighter and murmurs endearments as soon as he can get the sounds out, trying to say everything he wants to say before sleep knocks him over the head. Your hand leaves your crotch to squeeze his hand on your breast before you bring it up to your lips to press a soft kiss against his knuckles. His hands are so big, so powerful, just like the rest of him, such a contrast to the tenderness that he’s shown you just now. The tenderness he shows you always, and that you want to feel for the rest of your days.