They say a woman’s body changes after pregnancy, and it’s true by the looks of Adrianna her body had definitely changed. Her breasts were nearly twice the size I remembered them to be. They were once perky and her nipples were small but when she was turned on they’d bud just enough for me to suck on them. Now as I studied them, they were rounder, fuller, the dark skin around her nipples larger and her nipples so erect they looked like they could cut through glass. As I said, the most perfect set of tits I had ever laid eyes on.
I let out a guttural groan, trying to decide where I should put my hands and mouth first. I couldn’t wait to unravel the rest of her and discover the changes to the body of the woman I left behind. I was starting to think all sorts of things, namely Adrianna barefoot and pregnant would be a fantasy of mine from this point forward. If pregnancy had this effect on the rest of her body as it did on her tits then I wouldn’t mind her having a fleet of kids.
I got lost in my thoughts, distracted by my sick fantasies which made her question herself because she wrapped one arm around her breasts shielding them from me. I glanced up, my eyes finding uncertainty in her usually confident face.
I pushed her hand away from her chest and shook my head. “Don’t,” I demanded, hoisting her off the counter, my fingers dug into her ass as I searched her face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I’m not the same girl I was before.”
“You’re right,” I said, carrying her out of the bathroom. “You’re better, you’re a woman,” I dipped my head taking her mouth with mine and kissing her tenderly before depositing her onto my couch.
She stared at me, crooking her finger for me to come hither. I knelt next to the couch running my hands along the length of her body, back up the inside of her thighs. I slide the side zipper down her skirt and tug the fabric down her body, growling as she shimmied her hips helping me free her of the skirt. Her hips are wider, waist narrower, and faint lines mark her skin at the top of her lace thong. I bend my head running my tongue along the elastic of her panties, kissing the marks of her body before pulling the scrap of lace down with my teeth. I teased her letting her think I would put my mouth where she craved it most but I pulled away and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. I wanted her on top of me, bouncing those tits of hers in my face as she grinds that pussy of hers over my rock hard cock. I wanted to lean back and watch her fall apart and then I wanted to take her there again and again. I sat down in the armchair by the window and pulled her onto my lap, grabbing her round ass as she rocked against my erection still sheathed by my clothing.
Adrianna was a sight, as she straddled me rocking her pussy against my jeans, desperate for the friction her movements would create. I held her full breasts in my palms, flicking my thumb over the tight bud that was begging for my mouth. I dipped my head taking her nipple between my teeth.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she humped my leg.
“Anthony…I need it,” she begged, as my tongue rounded her nipple before I gave it a good sucking. She threw her head back as my mouth closed over her other breast. “Oh Anthony,” she cried, as I buried my face between her tits, the five o clock shadow I was sporting tickling her creamy white flesh, leaving slight abrasions along her soft skin.
“It’s been so long,” she panted as her eyes found mine.
“What do you want Reese’s?” I moaned, rolling her nipple between my fingers, giving the tip a tug.
“I need to come,” she whispered breathless. “Make me come,” she pleaded, wrapping one hand around my neck, palming my cock with the other.
I took her face in my hands, closed my mouth over hers, and fucked her mouth until she was pulling my hair frantically. I slid my hands down her sides to her hips where the string of lace rounded and hooked my fingers through and tugged them down her legs, stopping at her knees. I tore my mouth from hers and she slid off my lap to slide the panties down her legs, finally stepping out of them. She stood before me naked and I leaned back against the chair, taking her all in. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I didn’t know back then when I first had her how the fuck I got so lucky and I still didn’t all these years later. I did a lot of ugly things, things I’m not proud of, but someone, somewhere, thought I was worthy of all that stood before me.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my eyes piercing hers. I’d give her what she wanted, but she was going to give me what I missed.