Her baby bump is barely visible, but she appreciates it because she knows that her baby is there. Right beneath her fingertips; their baby is there. He’s growing with every passing second and it pains Amber to know that Henry isn’t here to share special moments with her. Hell, it pains her to know that Henry isn’t here at all. He isn’t even on the same goddamn soil. Her eyes close as she shifts her naked body in their bed. Their bed is large, but it swallows Amber whole because it has no other body to swallow. Her pillow smells like Henry’s cologne. Either that, or she can smell his cologne because she wishes he was here so badly. Her fingertips gently tickle across her stomach and she thinks back to the night she and Henry made this perfect baby. The night was unforgettable. Though a few months had passed since that night, she could still close her eyes and recall every kiss, every touch, every breathless moan. The way Henry looked at her took her breath away. He touched her body as if she were a delicate flower. He kissed her as if she were priceless fine china. It was their first intimate moment together and it would forever be sketched into her memory.
She hadn’t realized that her fingers traced their way between her legs until she suddenly felt a jolt of pleasure. A breathless moan— just like one from many nights ago, slipped through her barely parted lips. She didn’t try to shake these images of Henry; these intimate, sexy images of his naked body had crossed her mind and refused to leave until they finished their job. Amber’s free hand slid across the bed and when she touched Henry’s pillow, her fingers tightly gripped its corner. It wasn’t long before her chest and cheeks grew warm and turned a light shade of red. Her eyes remained closed as she imagined Henry’s tongue on her clit. To make it more lifelike, she licks her index and middle finger before replacing the wet digits between her legs. She swirls her two fingers in circles, painfully slow like Henry’s tongue would do. “Mm…” She whimpers. The minutes pass by and her motions quicken. Her fingers explore every inch between her legs. They press against herself and tease, they disappear inside of her and please. They almost bring her to orgasm until she’s interrupted…
She feels a man’s hand tightly grip her thigh. His hand pushes her legs apart eagerly. She doesn’t open her eyes. The hand that touches her has touched her before. The tongue and lips that replace her fingers have pleased her before. The way this man’s tongue darted between her folds was too familiar. She had wished for this feeling for so long; dreamed of it nightly. She didn’t have to open her eyes. She never thought about who this man could be. She knew exactly who this man was.Henry had arrived home early. He wanted to surprise Amber. The tables turned and she surprised him. He watched her from the doorway of their bedroom. He watched her as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. He watched her body react to the pleasure; her fingers clench his pillow and her moans fill the still air. He watched until he could not watch for a second longer. Instead, he joined her. Henry gently crawled onto their bed and gave Amber exactly what she had been needing for the past few months. He didn’t utter a single word because he knew his precious blondie would know what was happening. He ate her sweet pussy, sucked her swollen clit. He left light fingertip bruises on her thighs and he buried his face into the most beautiful woman. He did this and didn’t dream of stopping—
He did this until his baby girl exploded, unraveled, and came apart in his arms.