Craving Heat, Carrying Love

As my pregnancy progressed, so did Ethan’s obsession—with me, with my body, with everything this new life growing inside me symbolized. He wasn’t just attentive; he was insatiable. He watched every curve take shape with reverence. The swell of my belly, the way my breasts seemed to grow fuller by the week, nipples darker and aching, the softened curve of my hips—he touched all of it like I was some holy artifact he couldn’t get enough of.

“Look at you,” he’d whisper every morning as his hand slid possessively over my belly, then upward to cup my swollen tits. “You were already perfect. Now you’re more than that—you’re mine. All mine.”

So when he told me to pack a bag and surprised me with a private, oceanfront villa in a lush tropical hideaway for our babymoon, I didn’t ask questions. I just grabbed the only things I could still squeeze into—thin, clinging sundresses that couldn’t tame my tits if they tried—and left everything else in his hands.

The moment we arrived, it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist. The villa was carved into the hillside, framed by palms and hibiscus, with the sound of waves crashing just beyond the open walls. Every room was bathed in golden sunlight, and everything smelled of salt, citrus, and paradise.

We didn’t even make it to the bed the first night.

Ethan had me up against the outdoor kitchen counter, one hand gripping my ass as his mouth found mine in a hungry, filthy kiss. He devoured me like he’d been starved for days, like the flight over had been its own form of torture. His free hand slipped beneath my sundress, fingers tracing the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“You’ve been wet for hours,” he growled. “You’ve been aching for this.”

And I had.

We were loud. Reckless. Unapologetically needy. He pulled my panties to the side and slammed his hard dick into me right there, hard and deep, my back arching from the stone as he fucked me like he needed to make me pregnant all over again. He gripped my hips and pulled me into every thrust, the air thick with moans and sea breeze. My bouncing tits s leaked from the intensity, nipples aching with every bounce, and when he leaned down to suck them between thrusts, it nearly made me black out.

“You’re feeding our baby,” he murmured around my nipple. “And you’re feeding me.”

From then on, the villa became our playground. He fucked me in the oversized shower, on the sun-warmed balcony, bent over the plush outdoor lounger while the ocean wind wrapped around us. He tied my hands to the bedframe with a silk scarf and teased me until I begged, my body stretched and exposed, breasts leaking as he circled my clit with his tongue. He slid fingers into me, mouth on my tits, until I sobbed his name, only then sliding into me again, making me take all of him slowly, then rougher, then all over again.

Every room of the villa echoed with our pleasure. We couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.

We fucked like animals and made love like soulmates. And it was all the same with Ethan—hot, raw, unrelenting. Between sessions, he hand-fed me fruit, let me float in the pool, rubbed oils into my aching back and feet... only to get worked up again and take me over the edge one more time. I never wore clothes for long. Just sundresses he kept sliding up or down or ripping off entirely.

“You’re my favorite thing I’ve ever touched,” he told me one night, eyes heavy-lidded as he spread my thighs in the moonlight, his mouth worshiping me as I cried out, my hands tangled in his hair. “This body, this pregnancy, this hunger... You’re everything.”

By the last night, we were tangled together in bed, limbs intertwined, the gauzy canopy fluttering around us. His hand rested protectively over the curve of my belly, and I could feel the satisfied beat of his heart beneath my cheek.

“You’ve ruined me,” he whispered into my hair.

“Good,” I whispered back, still pulsing from everything he’d given me. “I hope I keep doing it.”

And I knew then—we weren’t just in love. We were consumed by each other. And somehow, despite everything our bodies had just endured, we were still nowhere near done.