I couldn't believe how my wife had grown into a luscious, seductive, and completely fulfilled woman. Her curves were accentuated in all the right places, and her pregnant belly just added to the beauty of her being. Her breasts were bigger, and I couldn't help but stare at them when she bent over to pick something up. I knew I was supposed to be feeling protective and paternal, but all I could think about was having her again, feeling her warm body pressed against mine, and making love to her the way only I could.
I would often catch her looking at me, her eyes filled with desire, her face flushed, and her breathing quickened. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and I couldn't help but get hard just thinking about it. It was as if we had rediscovered each other all over again, and we were both eager to rekindle the flame that burned between us.
As we lay in bed at night, I would run my fingers over her swollen belly, feeling the life growing inside of her. I would lean in and whisper in her ear, telling her how much I loved her, how much I wanted her, and how much I needed her. She would respond by wrapping her legs around me, and I would feel her arousal as I rubbed against her, teasing her with my hardness, until she begged me to make love to her again.
And so, I would slowly enter her, feeling her warmth and her tightness, and I would make love to her with all the passion and desire that had been building up inside of me. I would look into her eyes as I thrust into her, and I could see the love and the lust that we shared, and it made me feel like the luckiest man in the world.