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Loren stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind herself, locking it and then taking off her shoes. Tiredly she hung up her coat and her cover, then stretched and yawned mightily. The work was tiring and the farther along she was the more she got exhausted. Not to mention sooner.
Gratefully stepping further into the warm abode she looked around sleepily, happy to finally be home.
Home.
It'd been her home for many moths now, her home with Harm and their child. The first home she really loved in her life.
But it wasn't the living space that was home to her.
It was the people that lived here with her.
The man who'd taken her into his apartment and then into his heart.
The man who'd put her down as a co-owner of this small piece of heaven.
The man who'd confessed to possessing feelings of a decidedly romantic nature for her, after 2 months of living together, when he couldn't keep them in any longer.
The man she'd come to love after he had given her a fresh new start at life and more trust, freedom, support and love than any other person in her life.
The man who had taken another man's child for his own and rescued her from the bottomless pit of despair and terror she'd fallen into at the thought of being a single parent.
The man who was presently curiously absent, considering the last couple of months he had made it a tradition to welcome her home with a warm kiss.
Suddenly she felt a swift kick against the side of her full, over-stretched womb and she smiled, reaching down to tenderly caress her very large rock-hard belly, soothing the child within. Being eight months pregnant she looked like she had one of those inflatable large beach balls stuck beneath her uniform and she couldn't wait to get out of her clothes. Preferrably naked under the bed covers with an equally naked and amorous Harm.
Looking around she noticed the apartment was empty and called out softly. "Harm?"
Nothing.
Stepping forward she intended to go on a search for the man of her life when something rustled under her feet.
Looking down she saw a path of dried red-rose petals leading from the front door.
Curious, she put down her briefcase and followed the path into the bedroom. She noticed the impeccably made bed, but it wasn't where the path was leading her. No, the path was leading into the bathroom.
A little excited by now she undid her tie, her jacket, blouse and skirt. Dressed only in her maternity underwear she pushed open the bathroom door only to gasp in surprised delight.
The bathroom lights were off, but the room still glowed.
There were candles positioned on every surface in the room, even on the floor, the bathtub had candles all around it's edge and many candles were positioned so they were reflected in the mirrors. Next to the tub stood a small metallic round table, on top of which sat a bucket full of ice with her favorite non-alcoholic (because she was pregnant) wine cooling in it, next to a basket of strawberries looking so delicious Loren's mouth watered. They were large, blood red and absolutely tempting.
Also on the table was a folded paper, which Loren picked up and read.
Enjoy your soak.
H.
Short and to the point. Peering into the bathtub she saw it was filled with water and scented bubbles and upon checking the water she discovered it was still warm. Harm had obviously left the apartment just before she'd entered. It was obviously a very meticulously planned thing.
This was one of the very few things she regretted about being pregnant: her inability to soak herself in steaming hot water, because it would be harmful to their baby.
Interesting how one man can change the world, for example for one lonely, scared woman: before she'd entwined her life with Harm's forever she could not imagine even one positive thing about being pregnant, but because of him her whole outlook on life had changed and she now couldn't imagine anything better than being pregnant with their child and enjoyed her condition thoroughly. He made it pleasurable. She wondered what he thought about having more kids...
Quickly pulling off her functional undergarments she sank into the tub, moaning erotically with pleasure. Not as good as makinglove with Harm, nor as good as his foot- and back-rubs, but magnificent nonetheless.
It was almost an hour and two warm-water-refills later that she heard the bathroom door open and, turning her head lazily, saw the man of her heart standing on the thresh-hold.
Her irises widened and darkened to black at the sight of this magnificent specimen of the human race.
Slowly, sensually he neared her.
When he was next to the tub he reached over and took shampoo from the shelf. Pouring the fragrant liquid into his hands he warmed it up a bit then began spreading it in her lush hair, now dark blond from the water.
Mellowed by the wine, strawberries and her love for him Loren moaned and groaned as he massaged her scalp with a skill she'd experienced only by the hands of a professional masseur. She heard herself only from far away, too deep into this exquisite pleasure. The sighs, moans and whimpers that were leaving her throat were so erotic they were almost pornographic and they had a solid effect on Harm.
She could feel her own body responding to the ministrations as well, as if it was about to be made love to, making her more responsive and sensitive to his touch and having all the needed regions lubricating to ease Harm's passage into her. She didn't know how he could still find her attractive, with her being as big as the Goodyear blimp, but he never failed to daily prove her she was the sexiest woman alive to him.
After he'd rinsed her hair he repeated the whole process. When Loren's hair was so clean it squaked when he ran his hand down it he finally stopped. Bending down to first press a loving kiss on Loren's lips, followed by a kiss on each of her swollen large nipples, standing fully erect and darkened to dark brown by her pregnancy, he concluded his journey at her burgeoning belly, where their hope for the future was still growing.
Finally he stuck his hand into the water, uncaring that he was getting his shirt wet, his hand brushing, as it passed, her large belly, then her blond curls and finally her womanhood, blood-swollen and yearning for him, before he grabbed the plug and let the water drain out of the tub.
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