I arrive home with both flowers and dinner. Walking through the door, I see your radiant smile and I cannot resist taking you into my arms. A huge hug and a sweet kiss follows, and then you laugh and tell me that the little one growing inside you is starving - and so are you!
We enjoy dinner together, talking about our day. I describe my day at work as "nothing special." You tell me that you are feeling good, except for your back, which has been hurting.
So, following dinner, I kick you out of the kitchen and take care of cleaning up for us. Then I make my way into the living room where I sit on the couch and ask you to come sit in front of me so that I can massage your back. As you make your way over, I cannot help but remark out loud, how very beautiful you look.
You laugh, and with your hands on your belly, ask, "do you really think so, with this belly in front of me?"
"My darling, without doubt, you have never looked more beautiful than at this very moment," I reply, and as you approach me, I grab both of your hands and lean in to kiss your belly, before turning you around to sit in front of me.
My hands begin working on your back, from top to bottom. Starting with your shoulders, my strong hands begin working those knots and kinks out of your muscles as I tell you a bit more about my day.
The tension begins to melt away in your body as my hands continue their way down your back, slowly prodding and squeezing as they go. As I reach your lower back, you tell me that you are sore the most down there. I lift your blouse a bit, to get a better feel for your muscles, and continue rubbing.
After a few minutes, you lean back against my chest, turning your head to look up at me and say thank you. I wrap my arms around you in a hug as you do and bend down for a kiss, aiming just for a peck on the lips. As our lips meet, however, you press yours against mine and our kiss deepens. Our tongues begin to tangle together and your hand reaches up to caress my cheek.
My hands, in turn, first caress that beautiful baby bump, then move up to your swollen breasts. Without breaking our kiss, you let out a moan as my hands caress your engorged globes. Your nipples have become so sensitive that even through your blouse and bra, you feel my fingers run across them and they instantly harden.
You break our kiss, and stand in front of me, taking my hand and without words, lead me to the bedroom. I gladly follow, never losing grip on your hand as we walk together.