I carried her into the living room. Then I dropped her onto the plush leather couch gently, giving her a moment to settle. I stripped off my clothes in a frantic blur of motion, my eyes never leaving her as she lounged back, spreading her legs and inviting me in with a look that could melt lead.
I moved between her thighs, the scent of her, that expensive perfume mixed with the musk of her arousal, filling my head. I didn't go for the slow build. I grabbed her hips, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and guided myself to her entrance. She was already soaking, a glistening invitation that I accepted with one powerful, singular surge.
"Nnh... fuck, Evan!" she cried out, her back arching off the leather as I buried myself to the hilt.
The heat was incredible. Because of the pregnancy, everything felt more sensitive, tighter, and more urgent. I stayed there for a beat, letting her adjust to the stretch, my hands moving up to cup her breasts through the sheer lace of the bodysuit.
