The moment he takes control I become an absolute puddle. Looking him in the eyes he's never seemed more feral to me. His look rakes over my face and down to my very swollen pregnant breast. Holy crap! I've never been this turned on, not even with Eric and he's barely touching me. Chris runs both his hands up my neck to hold my face in his warm embrace, his kiss is soft at first gradually building until I open my mouth to let him deepen it more, I can't help the soft moan that escapes me. 

"Keep making those little noises and I won't make it very long love," he whispers against my mouth. 

He traces down my arms with his hands and settles them on my hips, it's then I remember that I have hands and lift them to his hair, fisting it at the base. I use the leverage to pull his face back down to kiss me. 

"I’ll have to work on that." 

"Good girl," he says as he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. At that I actually feel myself start to drip down my legs. My body visibly shivers. My chest is rising and falling more rapidly. He dives into my neck and starts kissing and sucking all the way down to my shoulder. My hands find his belt and I start to loosen the buckle. He leans away from me just far enough to grab the back of his shirt and pull it over his head dropping it next to us. I can't help myself running my eyes and hands up and down his chest and defined abs. He gently pushes me back onto the bed. My legs are left hanging off the sides as I rest back on my elbows. My belly looks huge like this and I start to get self conscious, am I really doing this? I don't exactly look my cute little best. 'Mommy body' is what Eric called it I think. As if reading my mind, but more likely my face, Chris smiles and squats in front of me, he runs his warm hands up my thighs to the sleeper shorts I'm wearing. 

"I have always been beyond attracted to you," he says, kissing up my thigh following the path of his hands, "In every condition and version of you I've met."

Putty, I am putty in his hands! "Really?" 

"Really," he says huskily as he pulls my shorts past my hips and down off my legs. His hands go to my knees and he gently pushes my legs apart. I know I'm wet, and the hormones have left my pussy swollen. 

Chris stares at my soaking center and growls. "I have been dreaming about this forever," he says, still staring between my legs. 

He looks up at me asking for permission, I nod slightly signaling my approval. Given the green light, a slight smirk crosses his face before he leans forward and licks up my puffy slit. I throw my head back and can't help the moan that escapes me, this is amazing. He alternates between licking my folds and sucking on my pink pearl, just when I don't think it can get any better he adds his fingers, slipping them in and stroking my insides making my toes curl up. The tight pressure building in my pelvis explodes and I gush out around his hand. Standing up from the side of the bed he licks his fingers clean. 

"You taste better than I imagined," he says as I start to scoot further back onto the bed. Watching me he pulls his belt off and starts unbuckling his pants. As he pulls them down his tree trunk thighs, his cock springs free. It's huge. I'm startled speechless for a moment looking at all of him. 

"Wow," is all I can muster. 

"You're good for my ego," he says laughing quietly. He follows me up the bed and kisses me deeply before moving to settle behind me, my back pressed to his front. He positions us so we're both on our sides, running his hand down the side of my body he traces the round curves I'm sporting right now. 

"You have no idea what you do to me do you?" he breathes into my ear then moves his face to my hair and inhales. Moving his face back to my neck he bites down making me scream out. He slides his hand around between my thighs and lifts my top leg up and lays it over his. Reaching around my waist he grabs my whole breast and rolls my perky nipple between his fingers, the rest of me spilling out around his fisted fingers. He's still sucking down my neck. My whole body is so sensitive his touch feels amazing. 

"Chris..." I groan. He squeezes my chest again then releases me to grab the base of his cock and lines us up. Slowly he pushes past my entrance, his swollen head stretching me as it ventures deeper. He continues to push forward until his thick veiny cock is completely buried in me, filling every free space. The intrusion steals the breath out of my chest. His own moans make it even harder for me to breathe. I can't believe this is happening with him! The years of friendship we have backing this up is making the connection with him so much deeper in this moment. He starts pumping faster and faster, in and out of me. His breathing is getting as heavy as mine. A thin layer of sweat starts to cover us both now as I keep rising and rising to my climax. I'm so close and he just started! I can feel myself start clenching around him, he feels it too and reaches down to rub me as I wither in his arms. 

"Oh my god" I groan out as I begin falling over the edge, the orgasm that hits me is strong and I immediately go rigid as it peaks. Chris grips my hips so hard I'll probably have bruises from his finger tips, he flips us over so I'm on all fours now. My pregnant belly is hanging along with my huge breast. From behind me Chris runs his hand up the length of my spine and grips my hair, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to show he's in control of me right now. Impossibly, I get even wetter at the action. He slides his cock easily back inside me and I can hear our bodies slapping together, the squelching where we're joined. 

"Fuck Larkin you feel so good," he whispers into the room, lost in my body. His thrust reached a pinnacle and he begins to slow until he stills behind me, panting hard. After a moment to catch our breath he leans forward to kiss my shoulder and slowly pulls out with a small pop sensation. That was incredible. 

"Are you ok?" He whispers to me. I turn to look at him and smile. 

"Yeah, that was amazing," I reply, blushing. "How do you feel? Are we ok?" I ask in return. He grins and kisses my nose. 

"We're perfect, love." We stare at each other for a few more minutes, letting the magnitude of what we had just done soak into each of us. "You're something special, you know that?" He says to me in the dark of the bedroom. "Let's go take a shower, then I'm sleeping in here tonight". 

He leads me into the bathroom and adjusts the water for me, once it's warm we step in and he begins to wash me, running his hands all over me. We're both getting worked up again, I almost push him up against the wall. As he continues to wash me my stomach growls loudly. We both look down and laugh. 

"I guess we're hungry," I tell him. 

"Come on, I better feed my girls," he says, turning off the water. 

"Oh we're yours now?" I say teasing him. 

"Yup, you're stuck with me now" he says, wrapping a fluffy towel around me. We head into the bedroom and he disappears into the kitchen for a moment. While I wait I pull on one of his shirts out of his closet then settle back in bed. He returns in a few minutes with grapes, cheese cubes and the last chocolate chip muffin from breakfast. We share the snack plate and I start to feel my eyes dropping. I try my hardest to fight sleep because I don't want to leave this little bubble he's created for us, but of course he noticed. 

"Come on love, let's get some rest," he says, scooting down the bed to lay flat, I do the same and he reaches for me pulling me flush against him. 

That night I slept the best I have in months.