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Yesterday, you and Frankie had gone to the local garden center to pick out flowers and a few small bushes to plant in your backyard with Spring having now arrived. With the plans you both came up with on where to put everything, Frankie started working on it after breakfast this morning.
As you cleaned up the dishes, Frankie went into the bedroom to get dressed into his usual attire of a man always ready for hands-on work. Being in your second trimester, your libido was sky high more often than not. It was something that Frankie was enjoying just as much as you. When he re-entered the kitchen in his cargo khakis and a run-of-the-mill men’s t-shirt with his signature Standard Oil cap on his head, that’s all it took.
His biceps were so thick against the sleeves and the way the t-shirt clung to his body – the broadness of his shoulders standing out thanks to the slimness of his waist. Seeing the curls at the nape of his neck fluff out from underneath the cap added to the whole picture. This man was your husband. Yours. And it was this man who fucked a baby into you so damn well. The crotch of your panties was already damp with desire from just seeing him when you woke up, forget it now, you could feel the fabric sticking to your curls from how much you crave your husband.
He scratches his jaw as he approaches you at the sink, “I was thinking we should buy some wildflower seeds and line the back fence with them.”
Frankie doesn’t miss the way your eyes drag down his body and back up, your action of drying your hands slowing as he gets closer and your response just a simple nod.
Standing there in a tanktop and panties, it’s not hard to miss the squeeze of your thighs beneath your more noticeable belly bump. Frankie steps close to you and spreads his hand against your belly, smoothing it downward over the curve of it, “How’s our baby girl doing today?” his voice so gentle and his smile so sweet that his cheek dips with his dimple.
The pure feel of his hand anywhere on you has the air catching in your throat, but you also can’t ignore the incredible sweetness of Frankie as he fits the role of a Dad so well already and she’s not even born yet.
The smaller width of your hand barely covers his as you lay it on top, “She’s finally giving my bladder a break,” you answer him as he presses a kiss to your head. Frankie chuckles against your hair, “Good girl, mija,” he speaks to your unborn daughter, “You treat your Mamá gentle now, she’s working overtime to keep you safe and healthy.”
The sweetness of his tone and the words he shares to your belly have tears prick at your eyes, even with the ache still throbbing between your legs.
“Amor,” you whisper and Frankie looks from your bump to your eyes, “Kiss me,” you gently request, hand already fitting to his cheek.
Frankie’s smile weakens your knees and as he leans towards you, your heart races with love for him. His plush lower lip pillows below your top one, as he slots it perfectly between his. Kissing him, you run your other hand down his firm chest which has you whimpering into his mouth.
The hand on your bump slides lower, cradling it before sliding further down until you feel the comforting, calloused feel of his fingertips slipping under the waistband of your panties, brushing through your curls until two of his thick fingers drag through your soaking folds.
Your fingers curl into the fabric at his chest as you whine from your throat, before your mouth opens against his with a breathy gasp.
Frankie quickly grabs the bill of his cap and lifts it off his head, tossing it behind you onto the countertop then curls his arm around your lower back as he runs his fingers back and forth through the wet lips of your pussy, coating them in your slick.
Frankie kisses the opened corner of your mouth, “This what you need, mi Girasol? Need me to take care of you, my beautiful, pregnant wife?” And with that, he sinks his middle and ring finger inside of you. Already nodding at his questions, when you feel him finally enter you, your arm curls around his neck as you moan into his mouth. Frankie’s tongue takes the lead as he kisses you hungrily, the sexy noises you’re making already driving him wild.
The pregnancy has made you so much more sensitive down there, your thighs are already shaking as you give a few quick nods against him, “Oh my god…Frank, yes! Right there, baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you beg as your hands grip tighter to him. He steals several more quick, sloppy kisses from you as you make the hottest sounds of pleasure that he loves pulling from you.
The speed of his hand as his fingers fuck your cunt is creating the most lewd sounds that fill the kitchen along with your moans that are only growing more desperate the closer Frankie gets you.
“Fuck,” he groans against your lips, “You’re so fucking wet, amor. The way I can already taste you on my fucking tongue.”
You crush your lips to his in a bruising kiss before you gasp for air against the corner of his mouth as he curls his fingers inside of you.
He’s breathless from the way he’s pounding his fingers into you, the grip on your hip tight to keep you upright as he pleasures you almost senseless.
The fluttering of your walls has him smirking, “That’s it, Girasol, cum for me, honey,” he presses his mouth to your top lip as the urgent gasps of your impending orgasm pour out of you.
“Oh my god, oh my god, yes, baby, yes...I’m gonna - I’m…” but your walls grip his fingers tight as you let out the most delicious moans as you drown his fingers in your slick. Your walls pulse tight around his digits as the pleasure takes it sweet time rippling through your body, leaving you a quivering mess as you try to catch your breath.
Your orgasm has barely ended when you’re kissing your husband desperately, “Babe, fuck me. I need that thick cock of yours,” you pet his cheek as your press another hungry kiss to his beautiful lips, “Right now, Frank, fuck me right now,” you adorably whine against his lips.
His teeth nip your lower lip as he groans, “Fuck,” at your begging for him. Despite his quick movements, you’re smiling as he turns you to face the kitchen island and yanks your underwear down. Leaning on your forearms in anticipation, you wiggle your ass as you hear him unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down. Looking over your shoulder, you urge him on, “Yes, baby. Look at you, Frank, fuck. Give it to me.”
His boot nudges your feet wider apart and then he’s gripping your hip to keep you steady as he guides his hard length between your thighs and pushes inside of you. With an audible gasp, you moan loud at the same time Frankie’s arm slips around you and his palm presses between your breasts to pull you up against his chest. He shifts his arm to hug you under your tits as his other hand cradles the underside of your bump, his hips snapping up into you. Your hand grips the wrist of his hand on your belly as your other flies up and grips onto the nape of his neck for support. With your head resting on his shoulder, your eyes fall close and your lips part as he fucks the delicious pleasure into you.
Frankie’s lips brush your jaw as he talks you through it, “Need me to fuck you like I did to get you pregnant with our baby? Such a beautiful Mamá you make, amor. So, fucking beautiful,” he emphasizes between thrusts.
The constant flow of your moans and gasps fills his ear and they spur him to go even harder to get you there.
When he starts punching that perfect spot inside of you, your fingernails dig into his nape and you cry out his name, “Oh fuck, baby, right there! Please, right there!,” you plead with him. Frankie plants a wet kiss to your jaw as he snaps his hips faster against you.
“Oh yes, oh yes, fuuuuck,” you moan and then you practically squeal as your cunt clenches him tight making you cry out in ecstasy. Frankie’s groans vibrate against your cheek as he meets you and fills you completely.
The hand at his neck slides to his cheek where you turn his face to meet yours in a passionate kiss as you both catch your breath. You lean heavily against his chest and he holds you, lips pressing soft kisses to the side of your face.
“Better?” he asks with a grin.
Smoothing your hands along his firm forearms, “For now,” you giggle softly, turning your head for another kiss, “Best husband,” you smile against his lips.
“Lucky husband,” he corrects with a mumble against your lips.
Pulling away, you give a small shake of your head, “Best,” you stay firm.
Frankie rubs the tip of his nose with yours, “Girasol más dulce,” his lips taking yours in a loving kiss. (sweetest sunflower)
He then grips the base of his cock and keeps a hold of you as he slowly pulls out. There are a couple dull smacking sounds as a couple globs of Frankie’s cum falls from between your legs to the tiled floor.
“Oh god,” you look down, but your husband’s quickly tucking himself back into his pants and buckling his belt, “I got it, honey.” He grabs the dish towel off the counter and crouches down to first wipe it between your legs to catch any more, then he’s rolling it to a clean side and cleaning the floor. When he surprises you with a playful nip to your ass cheek, you jump with a laugh, “Hey!”
Frankie laughs, “Go take a shower, baby, and then a nap. I’ll clean up better here and then head outside to get started on the backyard.”
Running your hand through his hair, “You know me too well,” as a yawn sneaks out of you. When he stands back up, he cups your cheek to steal one more kiss before he’s swatting your ass to go on.
When you wake up, you glance at the clock and see you’ve been asleep for an hour and a half. Still feeling clean from your shower before you laid down, you stretch and stand up wanting to get outside into the sunshine. With the heat of the day, you opt to throw one of your longer sun dresses on instead of pants and a t-shirt.
As you walk out the back door, you see Frankie several feet away on his knees by the flower beds. The bill of his hat is tilted up a bit and there’s an empty bottle of water sitting in the grass next to him. His focus is on the hole he’s dug with the trowel – you watch as he rips some old roots from the hole with his bare hands and then plops in one of the batch of flowers you two bought.
It’s easy to stare at him, the way his biceps flex with every movement and the glisten of the sweat at the back of his neck. You know you should get him more water, be the dutiful wife you can be while carrying his baby as he takes care of the hard labor of caring for the house, but the sight of him has made you thirsty in a different way.
Frankie catches movement in his peripheral and glances up at you with a smile before looking back down as he cups his hands to pull the shoveled dirt back into the hole to get the flowers properly planted.
“How’s it looking so far, Girasol?” he asks as he starts patting down the dirt.
Suddenly, his point of view gets a little darker and something brushes the back of his head. Looking up, he finds himself eye level with your beautiful pussy and a quick glance up lets him see the bottom curves of your growing breasts – not a piece of underwear on you.
As you playfully drape your skirt over his head, you giggle as you hear the small noise of surprise from him. Taking a step back to let your skirt slip back into place against your legs, Frankie looks up at you with disbelief. It makes you laugh as you lean down and tilt your head to give him a kiss which he eagerly returns. But just as fast you’re standing back up, “Let me get you more water,” and turn on your heels to start heading back inside.
You miss the way your husband scrambles to his feet, “Wait, come back here…” he’s quick to catch up and makes you squeak when he scoops you up into his arms, “Looks like you’re wet enough to quench my thirst, hermosa,” and he lifts you up to mouth at your pussy through your skirt making you playfully swat his shoulder with a laugh, “Honey!”
When he gets to the door, you hug yourself closer to him so he can reach the doorknob and he gives it a little kick open as he brings you inside. The dirt from his hands is all over your dress now as he walks directly over to the kitchen table, seating you on the edge.
“You dirtied my dress,” you look up at him as you smooth your hands against his broad chest. Frankie’s removing his hat and tossing it onto a kitchen chair, “We’ll have to take it off then, no?” and he steps into you more as he grabs your skirt and pulls it up to your thighs as you lift your hips so he can get it past your ass. He pulls the whole thing up and over your head until your pregnant body is completely bare for him.
He presses a palm to your upper back, “Lay back for me,” and he supports you as you do just that until you’re laid out for him. The sound of a kitchen chair scraping against the tiled floor is followed by the sound of him plopping down in it, right between your legs.
Frankie guides your legs over his shoulders and you feel the dampness of his sweaty back at your heels. You already know there will be dirt along your thighs, but you know he’s smart enough not to get any inside of you. Plus, it means you’ll be able to coax him into showering with you when he’s finished devouring you.
The warmth of his hands slides up the inside of your thighs until he’s pulling your lips apart. He watches as a drop of slick rolls down to the tabletop and a sound of hunger comes from his throat. He leans forward and runs the tip of his tongue up your slit, and looks to see your cunt clench around nothing from the pleasure. With a proud smirk, he buries his head back between your thighs.
What follows is 40 minutes of Frankie going down on you as he takes his time to truly taste and enjoy you. Dirt ends up smeared along your bump and breasts as his hands wandered your body throughout.
Frankie finally takes you to the end, tongue dipping in and out of you as he nudges his nose against your clit in a methodical rhythm until your toes curl as your back arches off the table. Your high-pitched whines break into a cry of his name and he laps up every drop of you before his he sucks a hickey into your inner thigh while you catch your breath.
Arm slung over your eyes, your fingers that have been buried in his hair slowly slink through his curls and twirl them around your fingertip.
Frankie rises from the chair, lips peppering kisses in the dirt-free parts of your skin from your beautiful bump protecting your daughter to the luscious curves of your breasts. When you feel the wet warmth of his tongue lap against your nipple, you move your arm to look at his sexy brown eyes that are already looking at you.
“Frank,” you gasp, face still warm from your orgasm. He purses his lips around the small peaked flesh and suckles on it until your hips are lifting off the table in search of his.
He pulls off and presses his hands to the table’s surface near your shoulders, leaning down to capture your lips with his in a heated kiss. Your arms circle his neck and his hand squeezes your other breast before sliding down to your hip.
“Sorry for the dirt, honey,” he chuckles against your lips.
You lick into his mouth, “God, Frankie, I don’t even care right now. That felt amazing,” you blissfully sigh.
He leaves a few kisses to your neck, “Thank you for the peep show in the garden.”
Smiling, “You were working so hard, figured you deserved a little treat.”
“My favorite one, too,” he grinds his hips against yours and you feel the hard length of him press against your cunt.
Instantly, you’re reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up his back, “Since I’m already filthy…” you pull his shirt over his head and look up at him, “…cum on my tits this time,” you smirk.