Hannah felt weightless on her back next to a sleeping Dillon. And sleepless for some reason. There was a low purple light in the dark room making it just possible for her to see her feet moving down there. Maybe not much longer for that. She wasn't sure. But she was sure she was showing now. Twins. Her boobs were doing some pretty fantastic things now, though. She could clearly make out their burgeoning curves and ever more prominent straight-up nip action.
She wished she could sleep. Dillon was usually the difficult sleeper these days. Now he was peacefully sleeping and she was not. Any time now she would begin to worry that she'd wake him up. He had been great tonight in bed. Since she got pregnant, Dillon had changed his approach, which was almost fine with her, and at least understandable, but now that she was super-horny, he had changed it again. Tonight he had continued with his pregnant partner gentleness, which was not her favorite, but somehow managed to lead her around by her impending orgasm for what felt like a year at least. In fact, she had not realized how consciously he was teasing her at first. By the time he finally put his dick in her, she was essentially delirious, and that was what felt like the half-way mark. He had spent the second half using gentle kisses in places she had forgotten she had until finally it felt like he was licking and sucking her from the inside. At the end, he had fallen soundly asleep with a well-deserved self-satisfied smile on his face, and she doused the light leaving her to realize just what a ginormous sticky mess he had put up in there as a good portion of it basted her thighs. If she had never loved him, she could have made her self believe she loved him then. If he had never loved her, she could have made herself believe that he did then as well.
That should have been enough to make her sleep for fuck's sake. It had been a good day. Laying on her back wasn't the greatest, she knew, but she was wary of touching him. When she reached out her hand, she could feel the static build up, and when she touched him, he immediately soothed her. It was freaky. From the beginning of their interminable on-and-off sexual relationship, Dillon had always known how to touch her in a way that really made her gush. Not fuck her, no, touch her. He fucked her, he boned her, he licked her and fingered her and sometimes even smacked her around the way she really loved, but the way he touched her in bed as she slept next to him was always a treat. That way her held her hand or cupped a breast or the curve of her hip or her belly and the way his hand held her between her legs with a handful of her pubic hair and his finger in her and the way he put his hand on her ass and slipped that finger in when she slept on his chest drove her wild and almost shamefully made her feel loved. Since she's been pregnant, he wasn't doing that finger thing, and she kinda missed it, but after tonight maybe he had some new spells to work on a chick he knocked up.
With her hand on his leg, he was in her head now and she felt sleepy. He was so peaceful there for once and now she was sharing it. In a reverse of the usual sleeping arrangement, she turned onto her side and pressed herself up against his warm back, making sure he could feel her pregnant belly and hard nipples and bush against his skin. In his sleep, he took her hand after she had put some covers over them and pulled it to his heart. She feel asleep making angel kisses on his shoulder.
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