The feel of his massaging hands was sublime as I lay on my side. The massage of his fingers helped to take away the ache of what carrying a child almost full term felt like.
My hands moved out over my belly in the darkness and I smiled as I felt our boy kick against the soft skin of my stretched belly. To say our child was active was to put things mildly.
I clamped up painfully as one of those kicks hit something sensitive. I loved the boy, but he was trying to kill me.
Caleb shifted and I felt him rise up behind me and lean over me to speak directly against the skin of my belly, "Hey, stop that! You don't hurt your mama like that."
Instantly the baby's restless actions calmed and neither of us doubted that Caleb's words had an effect on the baby. The baby loved the sound of his daddy's voice and now as he began to move again his actions were much gentler.
"That's more like it squirt." Caleb said as his own hand pressed warmly over my huge belly. There was pressure from within as an answering touch was reciprocated and the hearts of both of us were melted.
"Oh God!" Caleb whispered thickly against my shoulder.
My hand smoothed over his to hold it in place as we shared in the moment. I let out a contented sigh, only to then take note of a fact of nature.
No matter how big and bloated I had become in this last stage of pregnancy Caleb's body apparently had no off switch or if he was to be believed he actually found me more beautiful than ever. I didn't see how that could be, but it must be so.
His cock lengthened and grew against my backside. The tip of it wetly pierced between my ass cheeks and I blushed in the darkness.
We'd already made love, but an hour ago and I was both exhausted from it and actually even sore. He seemed to know both things as if I'd said them out loud.
He began to move back from me, but my grip on his hand tightened. He stayed put, but it must surely have been a torment for him.
The tip of his shaft pressed into the cleft of my bottom just above my asshole. I could feel the tension in his thighs against mine.
The very real male urge when presented with the feminine to push and push in order to find release was easily discerned in the moment. I smiled into the darkness as I listened to his elevated breathing.
He was too much a gentleman of caring nature right now to see to his own needs, but I was his wife and his needs were my number one priority.
Softly I broke the silence by saying, "You know we haven't talked about the reality of me not being able to be available for Mr. Lawman in the not-too-distant future."
His words were dry, as he tried to pull back from me once more, "Don't worry about me Anya. I assure you that I will survive."
"Of course you will. I know you would do or suffer through anything for me. I appreciate that, but honey, I'm better off when I know you're satisfied and taken care of."
"What are you saying?"
I shifted and the head of his cock pressed directly against the ring of my tightly closed anus. He jerked and I smiled in the dark feeling completely relaxed.
Seductively I said, "Can you tell me that you don't want to?"
No answer came, just the feeling of increased tension. Reaching back, I gripped my fingers about the thickness of him.
Oh, he was big to be sure, but it did not matter. Speaking softly as I rubbed the head of his shaft against my anus, I said, "Here I was made for you too. I'm sorry I haven't offered it to you before. I... I've had bad experiences. It has never been consensual, always something taken against my will. I want you to change that. Like everything else where you take the bad memories away please now do the same with my ass. I need to be a whole woman and to be so I need to be wholly yours and I... trust you."
I left off stroking his now turbulently hard cock. Curling more into a fetal position I pressed my anus even harder against the head of his cock.
Sounding choked, he asked, "You really want this?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I want to please you."
"What about you?"
