Making Our Baby - Sex Stories

Making Our Baby

... candlelight, and her expression was made of a complex mix of love and excitement that was brushed with a tinge of embarrassment. It was a look that spoke more clearly than anything she could have said and he followed willingly as she led him down the hallway toward their bedroom. Once there, Julie stopped to light several more candles. The subdued hues from the small flames created an almost supernatural warmth, and the music that drifted down the hall seemed to carry with it a thickness in the air that felt heavy on Richards’s chest. 'No, it’s not the light or the music,' he realized. 'It’s her. My lord, she looks absolutely radiant tonight!' He walked up behind her as she lit the last of the candles and kissed her on the shoulder. As his lips tasted her supple skin, she moaned quietly in approval and softly pressed her rump into his crotch, rocking slowly in an unstated promise of what was to come. He moved her hair from the nape of her neck and felt a small tremble pass through her as he let his kisses dance from one bare shoulder to the other. His arm circled her waist, holding her tightly to him. She turned her body toward him, offering her full lips to him once again. They kissed tenderly at first as Julie melted into his embrace. Then the passion that she felt for him rose within her like a rain swollen river and began washing away any trace of the hesitation or timidity that had once beset her. He was her husband and she, his wife. Tonight she would make love to him ...

... and for him, but also for herself and for the child she would carry. Not even the deep, hidden voices of her morally correct upbringing could find any fault in that. She felt, more than realized, that she was finally and completely free to give every ounce of her sensuality to him. With that freedom came her right to revel in his touch. There was no more need to be coy or innocent in their bed. She had no need to protect her virtue from him, he was the man that she had been saving it for all along, and this was moment to let him indulge himself in all that she had to offer. With her conscience pacified, Julie broke their embrace and took a half step away from him. Reaching seductively behind her head, she pulled away the barrette that held her long hair so carefully in place. Shaking her head, her thick mien of flaxen hair poured down over her bare shoulders. She turned away from him and placed her hands on hardwood top of the tall chest of drawers in front of her. Leaning slightly forward, she let her head move downwards, exposing the back of her neck. “Would you unzip my dress for me Richard,” she asked in a meek and unmistakably submissive tone. “I would love to.” His words may have sounded confident to her, but his hand was trembling as he drew the zipper down the back of her dress. His mouth went dry as he excitedly watched the material part, exposing her bare back to him. The soft tones of her flawless skin were accentuated by the candlelight and after he had the dress ...