The days following our return from the weekend getaway had been a whirlwind. Life had settled back into a rhythm with baby Ethan, and things seemed almost too perfect. But then, it hit me again—an all-too-familiar sensation that I couldn’t ignore. The nausea came back, and this time, it was worse.
Morning sickness. Only this time, it wasn’t just the
mornings. It lasted all day. My body seemed to revolt at the thought of food,
and the fatigue was unbearable. I struggled to get through the day, putting on
a brave face for Ethan and our baby. But deep down, I couldn’t deny it—I was
pregnant again. I hadn’t planned on it, hadn’t expected it. But here I was,
feeling every bit of the changes happening inside me.
For two weeks, I kept it to myself. The signs were subtle at
first—swollen breasts, a certain tenderness that came and went—but then, they
became undeniable. I took three pregnancy tests, each one confirming what I
already knew deep down. I was pregnant again.
I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t expected this so soon after
giving birth, but I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t about to hide it from
Ethan anymore.
When I finally told him, he was stunned. His expression
shifted between surprise and disbelief, but then his eyes softened, and he
pulled me into his arms.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, full of concern and
curiosity. “A second baby?”
I nodded, feeling both excitement and uncertainty. “Yeah, I
guess we’re going to have another one.”
Ethan’s lips curved into a smile, and then he kissed me
deeply, his hands roaming over my body, as if reassuring himself that I was
still the same woman he couldn’t keep his hands off of.
“That’s amazing,” he said against my lips. “We’re going to
celebrate this. Let’s get away, just the two of us. A weekend, a place where we
can be alone... no distractions.”
We booked a private cabin deep in the woods—a secluded
getaway where no one could find us. Or hear us…when pregnant, I am loud
and extra feral. The cabin was charming and rustic, with wide windows that let
in the natural light, and a cozy fireplace that set the mood for the weekend
ahead. Ethan didn’t waste any time—he was eager to celebrate, to make sure that
we embraced this new chapter together.
As soon as we entered the cabin, Ethan locked the door
behind us and pulled me into his arms. The kiss that followed was heated,
intense, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. His hands were everywhere—on my
back, my hips, my thighs—as if he was claiming me all over again.
“I need you,” he murmured, his voice ragged with desire. “I
can’t stop thinking about you.”
And just like that, the passion we’d always shared exploded
between us.
For the next four days, we made every inch of the cabin our
own. We used every room, repeatedly, our bodies tangled in the sheets, against
the walls, on the floor—no space was left untouched. Ethan was insatiable, just
as I was, and we gave ourselves completely to each other.
I couldn’t stop him. The intensity of his touch, the way he
kissed me, the way his dick pushed into my hungry pussy—it was everything I
needed. Every time we came together, it was as if we were discovering each
other all over again.
My breasts, swollen and tender, were a constant focus. Ethan
couldn’t keep his hands off them, his lips finding their way to them whenever
he could, suckling roughly as I gasped in response. The way he touched me was
possessive and tender at the same time. His need for me was undeniable, and I
reveled in it.
At one point, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he
kissed down my neck, his hands roaming across my body, his lips moving to my growing
tits again, lapping gently at my leaking nipples. It felt so good, so natural,
as if we were perfectly in sync with each other. I didn’t want him to stop, and
I didn’t.
We were like two animals, locked in an embrace that seemed
never-ending, as if the world outside didn’t matter. Each day passed in a blur
of our heated fucking, and by the time we were ready to leave, I felt closer to
Ethan than ever before.
As we drove back home, hand in hand, I felt a deep sense of
contentment. I was sore, swollen and beyond satisfied by my very well
endowed husband. Whatever challenges
came our way, I knew we could face them together. Our bond, our connection, was
unbreakable. And this pregnancy—this unexpected blessing—was just the beginning
of the next chapter in our lives.
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