Chapter 8

After returning home from a very long and strenuous day of shopping, I was very happy to just lie down and let everyone else do all the hard work. I could hear Adam and Jesse in the kitchen and made no move to help them.

Staying home as much as I did these days meant that I was more often than not doing the cooking. I wasn't complaining (much), but it was nice to let someone else handle the domestic chores every once in a while.

My day with Honey had passed much more pleasantly than I expected, but it still surprised me as to how much needed to be done before the baby arrived. As suggest by Honey they got most of the bigger things out of the way. After visiting five large department stores without any such luck, we finally found the right crib, matching dresser, changing table and rocker all made from a beautiful dark wood. A stroller and a car seat (with all the latest safety features, whatever that meant) and looked at paint samples .She had also talked me into buying more "maternity appropriate" clothing, since apparently covering your unbuttoned jeans with an oversized cardigan wasn't trendy. In the end I left with way more personal items than I had ever planned to.

I sighed as I ran my hand over by rounded belly, letting it rest just above my paw print tattoo. As of late I had noticed that I was getting more than my usual share of pointed stares, I obviously wasn't doing too good of a job at disguising my little bump. I got off the bed and walked over to the pile of bags that I had dumped unceremoniously near the door, and retrieved the clothes I had purchased leaving the other things on the floor to sort out later. I put the clothes away, then stripped and put on one of the less offending garments. The burgundy tunic came down to mid-thigh and the neckline was low enough to draw attention to my now much more impressive cleavage, yet the body loose enough to make my stomach unnoticeable. It also accentuated my complexion in a way that I found rather flattering. I looked at myself in the mirror over the dresser, staring at the necklace that held the dog tag Adam had given to me, as well as my wedding bands. I unclasped the heavy gold chain, slipped off my engagement and wedding band, put them on the dresser and replaced the now slightly lighter necklace around my neck. I slipped the rings unto the correct finger, and with one more nervous stomach swipe, I left the room and headed to the kitchen.

Walking towards the kitchen, and the delicious scent of whatever Adam and Jesse were cooking, I almost tripped over my cat as she wound herself around my ankles. I bent over and scooped her into my arms to avoid another near accident. I entered the room and plopped myself into one of the stools at the counter and continued to pet the cat that was burrowing into my lap.

"I was just about to send the troops after you," Adam said in an amused tone. He turned away from the stove and very nearly dropped the spoon he was holding as his eyes zeroed in on my breasts. "Is that dress new?" he asked.

"Yeah it is, Honey though that I should get some things. Do you like it?" I asked innocently.

"The colour is very nice against your skin."

"I thought so," at this point he seemed to have recovered and was putting the food into serving dishes.

I got up and put Medea on the floor, then after washing my hands, went to help Jesse set the table.

Dinner that night was spent in its usual confortable conversation. Adam kept shooting what I'm sure was mean to be covert glances at my breast. After we had finished eating Adam and I cleaned up, while Jesse got ready to go out with her friends.

I went upstairs to change into more lounge appropriate wear, leaving Adam to dole out his usual warnings to his daughter. Just as I was tugging one of his t shirts over my hips he entered the room. He made a beeline towards me and wrapped his arm just under my breast, pulling me tight to his chest. I felt his breath on my neck as he placed a kiss there.

"Jesse's gone until 12," he said in a suggestive tone. At the feeling of me grinding my hips back into him I could feel his already hard cock twitch. He ran his right hand up over my breasts, pausing briefly to pull gently on my lengthening nipples. Along with giant (compared to my usual) breast and sore nipples pregnancy also brought with it the darkening of my nipples and areolas, and speaking of areolas, my usual diameter was now twice as large. I had also noticed that this had not affected Adam as his attraction to them seemed to increase, if his moans at my throat were any indication anyway. His large hands continued on their path up over my sternum and collarbone and came to rest at the base of my throat. Using his hand there to hold me in place he began kissing and sucking my neck in that sweet, torturous way that made my knees weak. His left hand moved down to my hip and used it to pull my ass against him while he rubbed himself against me in a slow thrusting motion.

After way too long of his teasing, I decided to take control of the situation. I reached behind me to the spot where his hips met mine. With practiced hands I quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. With a little assistance on his part I was able to rid him of his pants without turning around. He was still thrusting but instead of against me, he was doing it with my hands wrapped around his length through his briefs. That got me a nip at my throat, which of course only made me more eager. Sensing that I would burst if he didn't do something soon Adam spun me around and walked me backwards until my thighs hit the bed, then pushed me onto it gently. He used that time to take off his dress shirt and threw it somewhere behind him.

I slid into the middle of the bed and propped myself up on my elbow waiting for him to make his next move. He knelt on the floor and grabbed one of my feet by the ankle the and with his strong, sure hands, began massaging my feet. I tried to jerk my foot as he stroked my instep, but he just held on more firmly.

"Did you and Honey get everything you wanted today?" he asked while still working at my admittedly achy feet.

"Mmmh, I think so… I was kinda just along for the ride; Honey was the real brains behind this operation," then "Adam did you forget what we were just about to do?"

"So impatient," he scolded playfully. I subjected him to my most annoyed sigh, but just settled in to let him finish up his rather inopportune foot rub. Finally satisfied with that foot he released it in favour of the other. He did the same to this foot, then just as I was about to take matter into my own hands, again, I felt his tongue swipe along my sole. From heel to toe. I gasped loudly as he repeated this again, and again. Then while looking directly into my eyes sucked my pinkie into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

I had always been strangely proud of my feet. Although my hands were less than favourable, I had pretty feet, and sometime earlier this week while watching TV Jess had painted my toenails the most brilliant shade of red. The effect was beautiful and I squirmed as Adam gave all my toes similar treatments, licking the spaces in between then sucking the toe into his mouth.

"Adam, I'm ready, I want you now" I darn near whimpered! Proving once and for all that he knew just how much to tease me, he rose to his feet, quickly got rid of his underwear and came to position himself above me. He gave me a bruising kiss, then reached down into my panties and dipped his middle finger into the moisture.

"Fuc- God you are ready," he groaned swirling his finger around my entrance. He retracted his finger the tugged at my underwear, quickly becoming frustrated with his pace I yanked them down myself. I started panicking as I felt him move away from me, but he made a gentle shushing noise and murmured silently "I just want to taste it."

He move down my body spreading my thighs as he went, and without hesitation of fanfare, ran his tongue along my slit from bottom to clit, then placed his mouth around the nub and flicked his tongue over it. It ended just as quickly as it had begun and soon I was filled completely by him. I felt the air leave his body in a gasp, as my pussy clamped down at his sudden entrance. Once inside he paused a while using the time to allow me to adjust and allow him to position himself properly. Then he began his deep and slow thrusts. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pull him down to me as close as I could get it and pulled him into a deep kiss as if my life depended upon it.

As he continued his steady pace I began to grow frustrated by the t shirt that was separating me from my husband. Just then Adam pulled back gripped the neckline and tore the shirt right down the middle, then lowered himself to me again. All without slowing the movement of his hips. I could tell if my sudden bare breastedness stemmed from Adam feeling my frustration through the bond or his own desire to be closer to me.

Both. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his beautiful husky voice invaded my mind. And just like that I felt myself falling off the cliff I had been standing near the entire encounter. I heard myself babbling incoherently as my orgasm overtook me. I felt my head slam back into the pillows, and I closed my eyes so tightly that burst of light erupted behind my lids. Usually I would have mixed emotion about this perceived invasion of privacy, however at the moment I was still trying to remember how to breathe and found that I didn't care very much about anything else.

Adam rolled me onto my side as I tried to regain my senses. I felt his hands running light circles on my back and I felt his still hard cock twitch inside of me. I pushed the torn remnants of the t-shirt off my shoulders and pushed my hip back into him as best as I could from that position. Adam took the hint to continue and lay on the bed beside me. With a hand placed at my hip he began thrusting inside me. I felt him pull my hair away from my neck and leaned down to place wet, suctiony kisses against my neck. I moaned as he moved from my neck up to my jaw, the up to my ear.

"Help me out Mercy, touch yourself," He demanded roughly. Without awaiting further instructions, I let one hand drift down to my clit as the other pinched and teased my long nipples. Adam started thrusting even faster, and I screamed in ecstasy as I felt him shift so that his cock entered me at a lower angle and hit right at the front my pubic bone. Soon my hand at my most sensitive peak and Adam's cock hitting me in that one particular spot became too much and I felt the walls of my pussy spasm as my second orgasm of the night tore through me. As it ripped through me it also pulled Adam over the edge with me because shortly after my own climax I felt him twitch inside of me and felt warmth spread through my womb.

One long day of shopping and two wonderful orgasms seemed to be my limit because a moment later I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. I was vaguely aware of Adam pulling out of me, and manoeuvring both of us so he could slip the covers over our bodies. That night I fell asleep completely satisfied in my husband's arms.