Chapter 223 - Lovers together enjoying the intimacy of pregnant sėx

He'd been gone for so long, this last job requiring four miserable weeks without him at home, instead some 3,500 kilometers away in New York City. Damn, but Vinna missed him. She missed his smile and the sound of his voice. In the mornings, she ached for the heat and smell of his body that lingered on the sheets after Angelo woke and went to start the kettle.

This trip, Vinna missed him more than normal. Most likely, she figured, because of the pregnancy. In the last month, her body had changed so drastically, she knew Angelo would be shocked when he saw her. She was a little concerned regarding how he'd feel about her body; a body that had always been slim and slender was now swollen and stretched.

His flight landed late last night. By the time he'd gotten home and showered, the man was exhausted. They'd talked, laughed, touched. They did make love, but it was rushed and quick, both eager to be together.

Vinna smiled as she fixed the tea, remembering the feel of his ċhėst pressed against her back. The warmth of his breath on her neck. His rough hands traveling her body.

She rose early this morning. She showered and, slipping on his shirt and throwing her blonde hair into a messy bun, Vinna ran to the bakery to get breakfast, which she planned to serve him in bed.

But not yet. She had other ideas for this morning. Now, clad only in his shirt and her underthings, she made her way down the hall. When she reached their bedroom door, a steaming cup in each hand, she stopped and admired him.

Lost in a book, it took a moment for him to look up.

"I wondered where you were." He smiled, his eyes taking in her body, the white bra and knickers beneath his open shirt. Angelo's gaze lingered on her belly, now round and full at 28 weeks. "Come here," he said, closing the book.

Vinna settled on the bed. "I got fresh scones. Are you hungry?" she asked, taking a sip.

"A real scone," Angelo joked, "You'd think by now, they figured out how to make scones in New York." His hand reached out, gently touching her belly. A finger trailed down its side. "How are you feeling?"

She nodded. "Well enough, I suppose. Not so tired all the time like I was when you left." She watched his hand on her belly, his eyes memorized as they moved over her new shape. "I can feel the baby move a lot now. I bet you'll be able to as well."

His fingers played at her belly buŧŧon, which now popped out past the rest of her skin. "When did this happen?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Last week."

He nodded. Then grinned, fingers moving quick, "Is it still ticklish?"

Vinna pulled away, giggles erupting from her. "Of course!"

"Can I push it back in?" He teased, pushing against her belly buŧŧon before smoothing his hand around her round belly.

"I'm sorry I missed it," he said. "Come here, I want to feel my baby."

Vinna took the tea from his hand and, after setting their cups on the nightstand, she settled her back against his ċhėst. Angelo's arms wrapped around her as she relaxed against him. His hands explored her belly, feeling all the ways it had grown and changed while he was gone. She knew he wanted to know what it felt like when the baby moved inside her. Vinna thought a moment, then compared it to a combination of buŧŧerflies in the stomach and gas, which made Angelo laugh.

"Your body looks… amazing," he breathed the words into her hair. "So. Fucking. Beautiful."

She leaned back so she could see his face, and Angelo's hand trailed up to her neck, tipping her chin to meet his own. He pressed his lips against hers, holding her there before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. His arms wrapped back around her, holding her to his ċhėst.

"I'm so glad you're home," Vinna said, nuzzling into him, getting as close as she possibly could. "I missed you."

She pulled away and turned, straddling Angelo's ŀȧp. His hands fell to her tummy, then, as she bent to kiss him, wrapped around her, pulling her closer. His lips moved from hers, dropping to her neck, where he laid kiss after kiss across her skin, moving over her collar bone to the ċhėst, then dropped a kiss to her belly. "And one for you, too, little one."

Angelo drew his fingers up her back, sending waves of pŀėȧsurė through Vinna, and she leaned in again to kiss him, this time with passion and purpose. The kiss deepened as their lips opened to each other, tongues clashing. Angelo's hands lingered at the base of Vinna's neck, then slid around the front and down her body again.

They moved against one another, lovers too long apart, eager, yet aching to prolong their play. Angelo's hand slipped around Vinna's back, then down her arms, allowing the shirt to drop to the bed, discarded.

His mouth found its way to the top of her brėȧsts, followed by his hands. He ċȧrėssed her flesh with his lips, his hand touching her bra, cupping the outside curve, surely amazed at its weight and fullness. Vinna arched against him and pulled his head closer, wanting more.

It didn't take long before she wanted him as exposed as she was. She pulled from him and grabbed two fistfuls of his t-shirt, yanked it over his head. Tossing it aside, Vinna put her palms on Angelo's ċhėst and pushed him back onto the headboard, her fingers trailing over the hard planes of his pecs and abs, taking in all of him.

They stayed there, her hands on him, his hands on her, taking in the feel of one another's touch. Reaching behind her, Angelo unhooked Vinna's bra and pulled it from her ċhėst, releasing her brėȧsts. He gasped at the fullness of them, the contrast of her hard, dark nɨppŀės against the milky-white of her skin.

Angelo bent to kiss her flesh, first the inside of one brėȧst, then the other. A single finger traced a line from the top of her roundness to her nɨppŀė. Then his tongue, warm and wet, traced the inside curve of her brėȧst, his hand cupping the outside.

Their eyes met as Vinna's body moved against his. She kissed him, open mouthed. Once. Twice. Three times before moving to her knees and, ever so slowly, her lips still on his, crawling off his body to lie beside him. Her hand naturally came to rest on his ċȯċk, visibly hard beneath the constraint of his jeans.

Angelo's head dipped to kiss her as Vinna unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants. And when her hand reached inside, her fingers wrapping around his erection and pulling it from his jeans, Angelo's eyes closed, and he let out a low groan.

Vinna watched as her hand moved up to the head of his ċȯċk, then pulled back down. And when Angelo thrust to meet her, she let out her own raw sound. She stroked him again, and this time, his hands made their way to her, holding her close.

With her eyes entranced on his member, she moved from Angelo's grasp and slid further down the bed. Vinna leaned in and circled her tongue around the head of his ċȯċk before taking it between her lips. She came back off his dɨċk and kissed it. She ran its tip along her lips before, again, taking him deep in her mouth. As she worked him with her cheeks and tongue, Angelo's hands encouraged her, moving up and down her back and arse.

It had been so long, and Vinna wanted him so bad. Moving to all fours, she climbed up his body until her lips pressed against his, Angelo's hard ċȯċk still gripped tight in her hand.

Vinna straddled his ŀȧp; her knees spread wide. Pulling her pȧntɨės to the side, she slid his ċȯċk into her wet pussƴ. Her breath caught as he filled her. And when his hand cupped her brėȧst, his lip reaching to take her nɨppŀė between them, she sank all the way down on his thick shaft.

She dropped her ċhėst to his, their lips meeting for a brief ċȧrėss before Vinna's head came to rest on Angelo's forehead, her hɨps moving up and down on his ċȯċk. Her body quivered. It wasn't just his ċȯċk. It was all of him. Here. Underneath her. It had been so long. And she'd missed him so much. Their fingers intertwined as they moved together, absorbed in the feel of each other's bodies.

As her pace increased, Vinna laid a hand on Angelo's ċhėst, holding her body above his. His hands gripped her ȧss, massaging its flesh while his tongue and lips ȧssaulted her full brėȧsts. Pleasure rose in her body, her breath coming in quick gasps, as she rode his ċȯċk, again and again, his hands encouraging her with each thrust.

The world around her exploded, and she arched against him, her breath broken.

As her ȯrġȧsm waned, her body dropped to Angelo's, her pace slowing.

She didn't rest long. Vinna sat up, and again she moved up and down the length of his ċȯċk. Angelo took one of her fingers between his lips and pulled it deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, scraping his teeth. Releasing it from his lips, he nudged her hand between her legs, and she knew he wanted to watch her touch herself as she rode his ċȯċk.

His gaze never left her face as her fingers circled her pŀėȧsurė spot. Angelo massaged her brėȧsts, his fingers grazing her nɨppŀės with each of her down thrusts. He watched her gasp, her mouth open, as her body moved back and forth on his hard ċȯċk. She rocked, her own hand covering his, encouraging him to squeeze her brėȧsts harder. When he obliged, her body responded. She thrust against him until, again, she quaked with passion.

As she stilled, Angelo took advantage. His arms wrapped around her, rolled them so that Vinna was now on her back. He kissed her. He kissed her mouth, passion flowing from his lips to hers. He kissed her neck, his lips gentle on her soft skin, before he moved to the roundness of her brėȧsts. When he kissed valley between them, bolts of sweet electricity pulsed through her body.

His lips moved over the swell of her belly, his hands following, as they twisted and swirled along her changed flesh. He took his time, learning her body and its newness, he seemed so amazed at its growth and she loved this adoration.

When he reached the insides of her legs, her breathing quickened. She wanted his head buried between her thɨġhs. But Angelo wouldn't be rushed. He knelt back, looking at her, she could see he was aroused by her wantonness.

Angelo hooked his fingers in the sides of the pȧntɨės Vinna had carelessly pushed aside and slipped them over her legs and off. It only took a second before his mouth was back on her thɨġhs, kissing her from groin to knee and back.

When he finally settled at her ċunt, he pressed his lips against her, taking in her scent. Then, ever so slowly, he began to lick and kiss her.

Vinna's body responded, and soon she was thrusting against him. His hands ċȧrėssed her belly, running over the tight flesh, his tongue moving circles around her ċŀɨtȯrɨs. Her hand threaded through his hair as pŀėȧsurė washed over her, and she pushed into his mouth.

Angelo pulled back, taking in the scene of her whole sėx, swollen and wet. She watched him watching as he circled her ċŀɨtȯrɨs with the tip of his finger, before dropping it lower and sliding it into her pussƴ.

She was making animalistic noises, breathing and gasping and mȯȧning. She rocked against his finger and knew Angelo wouldn't be able to hold back. He bent down and, tongue flat, licked her ċŀɨtȯrɨs, causing pŀėȧsurė to ripple through her body. He did it again, this time his tongue sharp, and her head fell back in pure joy.

When he pulled back again, his finger replacing his tongue, Vinna knew he was going to make her ċum. She was so close, and when he kissed her thɨġhs, his finger working her ċŀɨtȯrɨs, she knew he was watching her pussƴ, waiting for the ȯrġȧsm to erupt.

She was moving beneath him, her hands clutched in the pillow, her back arched, her hɨps grinding against his finger, still ȧssailing her ċŀɨtȯrɨs. And when her body peaked, the climax made her nearly come off the bed. Just as she knew he would, Angelo took that as his cue and drew her ċŀɨtȯrɨs into his mouth, his tongue and lips carrying her through the ȯrġȧsm, then bringing her down slowly.

She watched as he crawled up her body. When his ċȯċk teased her mound, bouncing against her lower lips, she smiled and moved to grant him entrance. But he surprised her by shifting behind Vinna, his ċhėst against her back, so the curve of her ȧss rubbed against his ċȯċk.

She rocked her arse against him, knowing it would make his ċȯċk ache. When she felt his fingers playing at her ċŀɨtȯrɨs, she knew it was time. Although she couldn't she him, she could picture him as he gripped his erection, stroked it, then rubbed his tip against her wetness. When he reached her slit and pushed inside, her mȯȧnėd in ecstasy.

Vinna leaned back against him, while Angelo again toyed with her brėȧsts. Her hɨps moved in circles, and her eyes closed in pŀėȧsurė. Vinna reached down between her legs, her fingers stroking her ċŀɨtȯrɨs before touching where their bodies met. She could feel the skin of his ċȯċk, slick with her juices, as he moved in and out, sliding deep into her. Her fingers played across her lips; she liked how they stretched tight around his ċȯċk.

She threw her leg over his hɨps, and Angelo began moving with her, his pelvis circling to meet her with each thrust.

His hand gripped her brėȧsts before sliding up to play at her neck, fingertips trailing across her sėnsɨtɨvė skin. His hand framed her throat, squeezed just a little, then tipped her mouth towards his. As their lips met, Vinna reached for him, her fingers wrapping into Angelo's hair.

As their bodies moved and his thrusts became deeper, Angelo's hands roamed her body, worshiping the curves of her brėȧsts and belly.

The climax in Vinna started to grow, and she made noises against his mouth. She reached for him, her fingers grabbing his thɨġh, the muscles hard and flexed beneath her touch. Her other hand met his, and their fingers intertwined, joining them, connecting them and their love to each other in the moment.

With her ȯrġȧsm building, Vinna almost crested, but she paused, placing a hand on his ċhėst, "Wait, wait."

Angelo's thrusts slowed, worried concern passing over his face, clearly afraid he hurt her. Vinna reached for his cheek, reassuring him as she pressed the palm of her hand against the rough stubble of his dark beard. His lips came to hers, and Vinna whispered, "I want you to come with me."

With a growl, Angelo kissed her, trailing a finger down the side of her face. He started thrusting again, this time a little faster until he found a pace that suited them both. Their eyes met, filled with passion and love. Vinna's breathing turned uneven, and every thrust brought a tiny gasp as he moved deep inside her.

Her hand, encouraged by Angelo's, slid down the side of her tummy, through her nether curls, and into the folds of her pussƴ. With the increasing thrust of his ċȯċk and his hands roaming her brėȧsts, she didn't need to build up to her ȯrġȧsm this time. When her fingers found her ċŀɨtȯrɨs and pushed against it, her body immediately responded. She was already there.

Their eyes locked.

Vinna knew Angelo was on the brink, holding back his own ȯrġȧsm, waiting for her to meet him. She was close, her body straining against him. As her pussƴ started to squeeze, she looked to him and knew it was time when he nodded, letting her know he was ready, that it was time for her to ċum.

And she did.

Her fingers moved faster. Her body arched against him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, sounds escaping. As the spasms started in her pussƴ and spread through her body, wave after wave washed through her. She squeezed his hand, anchoring herself to him.

Vinna's ȯrġȧsm pushed Angelo over the edge. His pace quickened, and he, too, tumbled into his climax. Vinna was jostled back and forth as pŀėȧsurė jolted through his body, jerking into her as he lost himself in their ecstasy.

As their bodies rode out the waves of their climax, he began to kiss her, his lips traveling the skin of her neck and cheek. His hands roamed her body, flowing over its hills and valleys.

Eventually, their bodies slowed, then stilled. Vinna reached for Angelo's hand and placed it where their bodies joined, where arousal still pulsated through her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he withdrew from her warmth, and Vinna slipped back against him, snuggling her rump as close as she could to his body. Both Angelo's armed wrapped around her torso, pulling her even closer as Vinna's reached up to hold on to his bicep, entangling herself in him as much as possible.

As they settled down into bed, Angelo placed chaste kisses across her cheeks and Vinna's breath quieted, her body stilling against him. Her eyes closed, comforted by his presence next to her.

Angelo reached across her and grabbed a handful of blankets, pulling them over her to cover their bodies. "I know we just got up," Angelo whispered against her ear, "But I think it's okay if we deserve to spend some of the day in bed."

He snuggled against her one more time. His arm draped over her body, holding her close. Both their eyes closed, grateful to be in one another's arms again.

The scones would have to wait.

Ends