Morning

I woke up to the feeling of something warm and wet wrapped around my cock.

It took me a second to process it.

Morning light was filtering through the curtains. Mia was still lying in front of me, but she’d shifted down the bed. Her head was between my legs, and her mouth was slowly working up and down my cock. One of her hands was resting on my thigh while the other gently cradled the underside of her own belly.

She must have felt me wake up, because she glanced up at me without taking her mouth off my cock. Her eyes were dark and a little sleepy, but there was clear intent in them.

She pulled off slowly, her lips shiny, and gave me a small, almost shy smile.

“Morning,” she said quietly. Her voice was still rough from sleep. “I woke up and… couldn’t stop thinking about last night.”

Before I could answer, she leaned back down and took me into her mouth again. This time she went deeper, sucking slowly and deliberately. Her pregnant belly rested against my leg as she moved, heavy and warm.

I let out a low groan and reached down, gently brushing her hair out of her face so I could watch her.

Mia moaned softly around my cock when I touched her. She kept going for another minute or so before pulling off again, breathing a little harder. She shifted up the bed until she was lying on her side facing me, one leg hooked over my hip. Her belly pressed against my stomach as she reached between us and lined my cock up with her pussy.

She was already wet.

“I want you again,” she murmured, slowly sinking down onto me. “But I’m too big to be on top properly… so just like this.”

She rolled her hips, taking me deeper at this new angle. Her belly was trapped between us, firm and round. I slid one hand between our bodies and rested it on the side of it while she started moving.

Mia let out a soft moan and leaned in to kiss me. It was slower than last night. Lazier. But no less intense.

She kept rolling her hips in slow, deep movements, fucking herself on my cock while I held her belly. Every so often she’d pause and just grind, letting me feel how full she still was from the night before.

“I thought about what you said,” she whispered against my mouth. “About me not letting him touch me when he gets home.”

She kissed me again, slower this time.

“I meant it.”