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Laura stirred slowly, the kind of lazy, sun-drenched wakefulness that only happened when the world outside their London penthouse was still quiet. A year of marriage had taught her the shape of Henry’s body better than her own—how his broad chest rose and fell against her back, how his arm always ended up curled around her like he was afraid she’d vanish in the night. This morning was no different.
She was naked under the crisp white sheets, skin still faintly sticky from last night’s sweat and the two long, thorough rounds Henry had given her exactly as she’d begged for. Her thighs ached in the best way, a pleasant throb between her legs that pregnancy had turned into a near-constant hum. One week ago the doctor had confirmed it: their first baby already changing everything including her appetite.
Not for food—though she’d devoured an entire jar of pickles at 2 a.m. two nights ago—but for him. For the heavy weight of Henry stretching her open, for the filthy praise he growled against her throat, for the way he could make her come so hard she forgot her own name. Pregnancy hormones had dialed her libido from “eager” to “insatiable,” and right now it was screaming.
Henry was still fast asleep behind her, spooned tight against her back, one massive hand splayed possessively over her lower belly. His palm was warm, fingers relaxed but dangerously low—tips just brushing the soft, bare skin above her pussy. She could feel the faint flutter of her own pulse there, right where the baby was growing.
And lower still… His cock. Thick, heavy, and fully hard with morning wood, nestled hot and insistent between the cheeks of her ass. It twitched once, then again, as if even in sleep it remembered how deeply it had been buried inside her last night. A bead of pre-cum had already leaked against her skin, slick and warm.
Laura bit her lip, heat flooding low in her belly. God, she was soaked already. Just the feel of him—soft snoring breaths against her neck, that big protective hand cradling their baby, that thick cock throbbing against her—had her clit pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
She shouldn’t wake him. He’d fucked her so good last night—slow and deep the first time, then hard and possessive the second, exactly the way she’d whimpered for it. He deserved to sleep. But her body didn’t care about deserved.
Carefully, she rocked her hips back, pressing her ass more firmly against his erection. The thick length slid between her cheeks, hot velvet over steel. Another tiny roll—deliberate this time. The head of his cock caught against her entrance for half a second, slick with her own arousal, and she had to swallow a moan.
Henry made a low, sleepy sound in his throat. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer without waking. His hand on her belly flexed once, fingers dipping a fraction lower until the pad of his middle finger brushed the very top of her slit.
Laura’s breath hitched. She did it again—slower, filthier—grinding back so his cock nestled perfectly between her cheeks, the underside dragging along her wet folds.
“Mmm… Laura,” he mumbled, voice gravel-rough with sleep, British accent thicker than usual. His hips twitched forward once, instinctive, pressing that massive morning erection harder against her. “Five more minutes, love…”
But she could feel how his cock jerked, how it leaked another hot drop against her skin. His body was already saying yes even if his mind was still half-dreaming.
She rocked again, shameless now, letting the head of his cock slip right against her dripping entrance. “Henry…” she whispered, voice breathy and needy. “Please… I need you.”
His hand on her belly tightened, fingers sliding down until two of them rested directly over her swollen clit. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but his breathing had changed—deeper, heavier.
“Mhmm,” he groaned softly, the word half-warning, half-surrender. “I fucked you twice last night. You came so hard you were crying my name… You’re going to kill me.”
Laura whimpered, pressing back again. “Pregnancy,” she breathed, like it explained everything. “I can’t stop thinking about your cock. It’s been like this for days… I wake up aching for you.”
A low, sleepy chuckle rumbled against her back. His fingers finally moved—slow, lazy circles over her clit, not pushing inside, just teasing the slick bundle of nerves exactly the way he knew would make her fall apart. He murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Greedy little wife,… already so wet for me and I haven’t even opened my eyes yet.”
Laura moaned, loud and shameless, hips rolling into his touch. His cock was still trapped between her ass cheeks, throbbing harder now, the thick vein along the underside pulsing against her. She could feel how badly he wanted to sink into her, but he held back and that only made her wetter.
“Henry—oh god—” Her voice cracked as he increased the pressure, two thick fingers rubbing tight, perfect circles right over her clit while his palm stayed warm and possessive on her lower belly. “Right there… don’t stop…”
“I’m not stopping, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing the curve of her shoulder, then the side of her neck. His voice was still husky with sleep but full of that tender dominance she loved. “You need to come? Then come for me. Let me feel my girl fall apart on my fingers.”
Laura’s head fell back against his chest. Her thighs trembled, one leg hooking back over his to open herself wider. The sheets had slipped down to their waists now; cool morning air kissed her breasts, nipples tight and aching. Henry’s other arm slid under her, cupping one breast gently, thumb brushing the sensitive peak.
“So beautiful,” he breathed against her skin, lips trailing slow kisses along her shoulder blade. “Carrying my baby… waking up this needy… fuck, I love you like this.”
She was close already—embarrassingly close. Pregnancy had turned her body into a live wire. Every slow drag of his fingers over her swollen clit sent sparks shooting up her spine. Her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down her thighs, coating his fingers.
“Henry—please—I’m gonna—”
“Come,” he ordered softly, voice low and rough in her ear. “Come on my fingers, love. Let me hear you.”
Laura shattered. Her back arched hard against his chest as the orgasm crashed through her. A sharp, broken cry tore from her throat—“Henry!”—loud enough that she was grateful their penthouse had thick walls. Her hips jerked wildly, riding his fingers as pleasure ripped through her in heavy, pulsing waves. Her pussy fluttered and clenched, fresh slick coating his hand, dripping onto the sheets. She screamed again, softer this time, a raw, keening sound that melted into his name over and over.
Henry kept rubbing her through it—gentle now, drawing it out, murmuring praise against her neck. “That’s it… good girl… so fucking pretty when you come for me… I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
She trembled in his arms for a long minute, aftershocks making her twitch every time his fingers brushed her oversensitive clit. Finally she sagged back against him, boneless and glowing.
Henry kissed her shoulder one last time, then carefully withdrew his hand. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with a low, satisfied hum, like he was tasting something sacred.
Laura turned her head just enough to look at him. His eyes were still heavy-lidded, hair mussed, but the smile on his face was pure, sleepy adoration.
“Thank you,” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying out. “I needed that so much… I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” He leaned in and kissed her slow and deep, tasting herself on his tongue. “Anytime you need me, I’m yours. Even when I’m half-dead from fucking you senseless the night before.”
She laughed softly, the sound turning into a contented sigh. Reluctantly she sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. Her small, early-pregnancy belly was just the faintest curve, but Henry’s eyes dropped to it immediately, his hand following, palm spreading protectively over their baby.
“I have to pee,” she said, cheeks still flushed. “Perk number one.”
Henry rolled onto his back with a dramatic groan, one arm flung over his eyes, the other still reaching for her. His cock stood proud and untouched against his stomach, thick and flushed dark, still glistening with her earlier arousal. “Hurry back,” he mumbled, voice already drifting toward sleep again. “Bed feels empty without you already.”
Laura stood, legs a little shaky, and glanced back at him, the man who had ruined her for anyone else in an empty airport lounge and then spent the last year proving he’d never let her go. She smiled, soft and full of love. “Feels empty without you too.”
She padded toward the bathroom, the faint ache between her legs a sweet reminder of everything they’d built. Behind her, Henry’s breathing had already evened out again, but his hand stayed stretched across the warm spot she’d left in the sheets—like he was holding her place until she returned. And she would, always.