Chapter 25
In the bedroom, Lana could feel herself getting a little excited at his attraction to her swollen state. No harm in this, I suppose, she thought. It isn't like we hadn't had sex while I was pregnant before.
She lay back on the bed, letting Paul rub his hands over her belly. He was studying it, appreciating it, and moved slowly to her boobs. She wanted to stop him but it felt too good, and she allowed him to rub them through her clothing.
"Let me see," he asked, transfixed.
"What? You aren't going to see anything you haven't seen before."
"I can never see enough of you, baby."
Lana stood up slowly, as if in a trance. He sat back into a chair slowly, waiting, looking. She pulled her dress over her head, and he got up and helped her. He then undid her bra, and exhaled slowly at the sight of her engorged boobs.
"Oh my God," he said. "Look at those magnificent tits. Look at you. You are sexy."
Paul touched her breasts and then pinched the nipples, softly at first, and then quite hard. He the came to one of her breasts and sucked the nipple, still pinching the other one.
Lana moaned. She could almost reach orgasm this way. She abruptly grabbed his hand and brought it between her legs; that particular spot now seeking attention.
He slid off her underpants, and while still sucking her breast, fingering her. Lana was still standing and was rocking avidly on his fingers, moaning.
He then grabbed her and placed her forward onto the bed. She put her elbows down and lifted her bottom up, so that she was fully exposed to him.
"Oh. I just need to be fucked," Lana sighed. She hadn't realized how horny she really had been until now.
"Well you have run into the right man to do that, sweetheart."
She could then feel his tongue in her vagina and on her clitoris, and he had inserted one finger into her bottom. Not long after she came, with her body rocking heavily, and her screams muffled into the pillow.
By now, Lana had reached back for his manhood before Paul thrust into her from behind. She moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of him deep inside of her.
"God, you feel so good like this, baby," he said after thrusting away for several minutes. "But, hold on, I want to see your face when you come."
He turned Lana over and placed her gently on her back, spreading her legs back, and was able to stand and fuck her very slow and long, while he rubbed her clitoris. He was in deep blissful concentration.
Lana then laid back as much as possible, intensely enjoying the sensations he was giving her. She closed her eyes, and could feel the warm insistence of orgasm creeping up on her. She held back for a while, clenching her fists and scrunching her face, not wanting it to happen too soon.
But then she bellowed loudly, trailing into high-pitched screams and sighs. Not long after, Paul withdrew and came over her lower belly. She rubbed his sperm into her skin, luxuriating in the glow of the moment.
He lay next to her for a few minutes, kissing and snuggling into Lana's breasts, telling her how beautiful she was in her exulted state before suggesting a shower. She agreed.
He could not take his eyes off her. He toweled her dry and was up for another round.
Oh well, Lana thought. There were a lot worse ways she could spend an early evening at home.