I stand in the doorway watching her bottom and hips sway to the kitchen radio. You're singing and dicing some celery, which every couple of seconds gets swept onto the side of your knife and thrown into the pot on stove. It's a steady rhythm that is making me focus on the way your curves are moving within the short green shorts and light top. I love your curves, but no matter what you seem to always be embarrassed or ashamed of. You've never been skinny but that never made you less of a beauty to me. Even now as you move a little slower, you make my skin vibrate with the need to touch you.
I walk behind you and place my hands on your soft mound. That soft, round mound that carries our child within it. Even as the months have progressed your curves have never faltered. Sighing you put the knife down and place your hands on mine; a sincere, gentle touch. It's a shared intimacy between us that made me love you. Everything about you is gentle and intimate with me. You've been my best friend for so long that rarely I stop to appreciate this blessing. But the pregnancy changed all that for me. I worry for you and my heart beats more steady with the reminder of your love and loyalty out in the open. It reminds me of the fire you possess both in the heart and the bedroom. At this moment that's the fire I'm wanting to ignite. I want to make you moan as much as I can. I want you to bring me to my knees. My head is swimming with lust, thinking of your naked body writhing in pleasure because of my touch. Fuck I want you!
I know though I need to take this slow, drive us both to the end of our control. I slide my hands around your belly and then start raising them to your breasts. In silent agreement you let me touch you; but you pick up your knife and begin peeling and slicing some carrots. I chuckle cause even now you're teasing me; daring me to push the moment farther. Oh God! Your breasts are full and soft; they always have been. I trace my fingers along the sides, as your breath catches I know that you are starting to feel an ache similar to mine. I'm already starting to harden but I don't want to rush this. God I can't rush this! My hands are sliding under your shirt caressing the warm, soft skin underneath. My hand finds your nipple and I move my fingertip around it, feeling it rise. You drop your knife on the counter and brace your hands on the counter your breathing is heavy. I pinch your nipples knowing how it makes you go wild.
Both my hands are rubbing your breasts, your breath is ragged and fast. I kiss your neck, tasting the flesh. Inhaling your scent which has become more subtle and womanly. I move my lips across your skin, biting it gently. You're moaning now and I know you're ready to go farther. I slide my hand along the side of you grasping your hip I spin you around. I kiss your lips as they smile at me. I move away from you and start kneeling down. You falter saying "Wait!" You touch my cheek and kiss me before moving away, slowly taking off your top, wiggling your hips. To watch anyone but you do this would be laughable but it's erotic and cute coming from you.
