Pregnancy Cravings

I stepped into the shower behind her.

The water was hot, and the space was big enough that we weren’t cramped even with her belly between us. Two strong rainfall heads poured down from above, steam already thick in the air. Mia stood under one of them, water cascading over her shoulders and down the heavy curve of her stomach.

I moved in close behind her, my front pressed lightly against her back and ass. My cock rested against the underside of her belly. One of my hands slid around to rest on the front of it, fingers spread wide over the tight, warm skin.

For a moment I just held her like that, letting the water run over both of us.

Then I leaned in, my mouth near her ear.

“What do you think your husband would say,” I murmured, “if he knew another man had his mouth on your pussy tonight?”

Mia’s body tensed for a second, then relaxed back against me. She let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, voice low under the sound of the water. “He’d probably be hurt. Maybe angry.” She paused, then added quieter, “But part of me thinks he’d also know he hasn’t been giving me what I need.”

My hand stroked slowly over her belly as I spoke again.

“A pregnant woman can’t control her cravings,” I said against her neck. “Isn’t that what they say?”

Mia let out a soft, breathy laugh that turned into a moan when I pressed my cock more firmly against the underside of her bump.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Something like that.”

I slid my other hand down between her legs from behind, fingers gliding through her folds. She was still wet from earlier, and the water made everything slick. I rubbed slow circles over her clit while I kept talking.

“So what would he think,” I asked, “if he knew I was about to get on my knees in his shower and eat his pregnant wife’s pussy again?”

Mia’s head fell back against my shoulder. One of her hands came up to cover mine on her belly, pressing it harder against her.

“He’d probably hate it,” she breathed. “But right now… I don’t really care.”

She turned her head enough to look at me, water running down her face.

“I want your mouth on me again,” she said, voice rough. “Right here. While the water’s running. I want to come on your tongue while I’m standing in my own shower, carrying his baby, with another man’s hands all over me.”

She reached down and gently pushed at my shoulder, guiding me lower.

“So do it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, the water pouring over both of us. Her belly loomed above me, round and heavy and perfect. I pushed her thighs apart as much as the space allowed and leaned in, dragging my tongue straight through her pussy.

Mia moaned loudly, one hand gripping the shower wall while the other found the back of my head. Her belly brushed against my forehead with every shift of her hips.

I licked her slowly at first, then faster, sucking on her clit while two fingers slid inside her again. The position was perfect — her pregnant belly right there, the water running down over it and onto my face, her moans echoing off the tiles.

“Fuck— Ryan—” she gasped, hips rolling against my mouth. “Just like that… don’t stop…”

I didn’t.

I stayed on my knees, eating her like I was starving for it, one hand gripping her hip while the other stayed buried inside her. Every time she moaned, I felt her belly tighten slightly under my forehead.

She came hard a few minutes later, thighs shaking around my head, crying out as her pussy clenched around my fingers. I kept licking her through it until she gently pushed me back, breathing hard.

Mia looked down at me, water streaming over her belly and tits, eyes glassy and satisfied.

“Get up,” she said, voice hoarse but firm. “I want you inside me. Now.”