The feeling of being pregnant was overwhelming for Sophie. At least Hans did not visit her bed as often as he used to. In his mind, his job had been completed—his young wife was expecting their first child, leaving him to both his business and his extra marital affairs. After long days home alone with the maid, she grew more exhausted.

Some days, Frau Hellstrom would come and visit her and the two would go shopping or go for lunch. The other days defined loneliness. Hans was hardly home and if he was, he reeked of cigar smoke and perfume; for a man who was so dominant and territorial over his wife, he certainly did not seem to care whether or not another woman would come to him.

During the evenings, she would dine alone and offer her maid a place at the table. The two would gossip, creating a friendly relationship between master and servant. One night, Hans came home earlier than usual; his collar had traces of lipstick and powder. Sophie rolled her eyes when she heard him humming—her tolerance for his bullshit was starting to wear thin. She poked her head out of the kitchen and saw him wander into the foyer and take a seat onto the couch. Sophie threw the dishtowel into the sink and crept into the foyer. As she saw him sit down with a brandy glass, she crossed her arms across her chest and propped herself up against the wall.

"You're home early." Her blue eyes were painted with anger. This was going to be the last straw.

"No, I am home on time. Come and sit with me."

He patted to the cushion next to him. Sophie hesitated; the last time he had attempted to be a nice husband, he practically raped her after a few hours.

"I'm going to bed."

She trudged by the foyer and made her way towards the stairs. Just as her back was turned, she felt a pair of arms slide around her growing waist. Hans pulled back, allowing for her to stumble backwards. He pressed his lips against her neck, leaving a wet kiss.

"I asked you to stay with me…"

"Let me go. It's been an exhausting day."

She placed her hands over his and tried to pry herself away from him.

"Let me hear about it, darling."

He turned her around. When they were face-to-face, he kissed her. Sophie kissed him back reluctantly. As he pulled away, he shifted her weight and threw her over his shoulder. Sophie panicked.

"Hans! The baby…"

"…will be fine. Come, I miss the feeling of you lying next to me."

He took her to their bedroom where he lay her down. As he began to adjust his tie, Sophie crossed her legs.

"This is not healthy for our son. Hans, please…you're drunk"

The Colonel smirked and climbed on top of her, filling her opening mouth with kisses. His hands gently squeezed at her enlarging breasts, unbuttoning his own trousers as he brought his kisses down to her pants. With eyes focused on her, he unzipped her trousers and slowly slid them off her body.

Sophie could no longer resist. Her teasing became her greatest weakness. She loved how Hans could set her off just by a touch. As her thoughts grew wildly, Hans rolled a finger over her panty line before rolling them off her body. He was not shy about giving quick licks to her already engorging clitoris. Sophie panted and gasped for air. His tongue moved around swiftly as his fingers entered into her moistening hole.

Hans stayed in that position for a while until he could feel Sophie come thoroughly. Her moans had turned into louder grunts of pleasure. By the time he had pulled away, Sophie had noticed how large his manhood had gotten. He sat her up and took her place on the bed.

"I do not want to harm the baby. But sit on me, darling. Be in control."

Sophie undid her blouse and obeyed. As the tip of his head started to penetrate her, she let out a soft moan. It had been a while since they last had any sexual contact; this feeling was something she wanted to savor for a while. Her body slid down deeper onto his shaft when suddenly, she felt him thrust.

The two continued for what seemed like hours in this position. His shirt wrinkled under her body as they grunted and moaned like savage beasts. When her climax came to its fullest, Sophie dug her nails into Hans's back—although she may have finished, Hans was not done.

He flipped her on her back, giving her more kisses.

"A woman tastes the best after her climax"

Hans buried his face between her legs, giving Sophie a sensation that she had never felt before. She screamed loudly as she grasped onto the sheets for support. As he worked his tongue in circles, he slowed down in order to position himself for one last thrust.

He entered her, her walls tightening around him. As he pumped in and out of her, he glanced down, panting. Sophie's eyes tended to his as the two mutually climaxed. His warm, hot cum slid down her leg as he lay down beside her.

When he pulled her in for the night's slumber, Sophie Landa was convinced that whatever had just occurred was indeed love.