Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette

Bronte admired her figure in the bathroom’s full length mirror. The maternity lingerie supported her full breasts, already producing the colostrum ready for her baby’s imminent arrival into the world. The underwear wrapped around her buttocks and lower tummy comfortably. The set made Bronte feel even more the amazing goddess than she had felt already. The first few months had been difficult as morning sickness and constant fatigue wracked her body, making anything other than sleeping difficult; but since the beginning of that magical second trimester Bronte had felt an energy and glow about herself, a sense of awe at the amazing ability of her body to create life. And to her husband’s pleasure, her libido had increased when so many warned it would fade.

She returned to the bedroom where Jay was reading, naked in bed. She leaned against the door frame.

“Hey there,” she murmured, just loud enough to catch his attention.

He glanced up, closing his book as he did so.

He whistled. “This pregnancy gig works for you.”

“You like?” She did a slow turn, emphasising the swing of her hips as she did so.

“Hell yeah.” He reached out to grab her hand and pulled her towards him. “Very much!”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands only just meeting in the small of her back, and covered a breast with his mouth. He found her nipple through the fabric and tweaked it gently with his teeth. He moved to the other breast as a hand found a way inside Bronte’s panties to cup her tight arse.

Moving to her stomach, he placed a series of kisses across the skin – stretched tight, yet unmarked -through some miracle of genetics or vitamin E cream, they didn’t know which.

Bronte giggled. “That tickles.”

“You want tickles?” Jay growled, spinning her around and laying her down across the bed. “I’ll give you tickles.”

He deftly slid the lace knickers down Bronte’s legs, dropping them on the floor, and spread her legs wide, moving in with his tongue to tickle that sensitive button between.

“Oooh,” she moaned, thrusting up with her hips to give him better access. “Don’t stop baby, keep that tongue moving.”

He did as he was told and she tilted her hips, guiding his tongue to different areas of her desperate cunt.

“Oh, oh, oh!!!” In a moment she gushed, spraying him in her juices. He leaned back and licked his lips.

“Tasty.” He grinned, moving in to kiss her. She kissed back enthusiastically, loving the tang of her own taste on his tongue.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

“Not yet,” he said. “My cock needs some loving too.”

“Well we can’t leave him out now can we?” A wicked grin crossed her face as Jay knelt up on the bed, a knee either side of her breasts, his backside brushing against her rounded stomach, as he brought his cock closer to her waiting mouth. She took his cock in one hand and gave it a quick squeeze before circling the head with her tongue and opening her mouth to cover him.

“My god that feels good,” Jay said, thrusting his hips forward. Bronte opened her mouth wider, relaxing the muscles in her throat so she could take more of him in. She grabbed his arse cheeks, pulling him closer, encouraging him to fuck her mouth.

“Fuck that’s good,” he moaned, thrusting harder and faster. “Shit, I think I’m gonna cum!”

Bronte sucked harder, one hand working her own pleasure spot, and as his semen shot out and coated her tongue she orgasmed again, her body arching, overcome by energy of their combined pleasure .

She swallowed the sticky substance and looked up at him. “I think we need to do that again,” she said. “I’ve got an emptiness here that needs filling.” A cheeky grin crossed her face as she spread her legs and slowly slid a finger inside.

“My god woman, you’re wicked!” Jay said, his cock springing back to life as he watched. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Not anymore!”

The End

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Heather Kinnane is an Australian writer who experiments with all genres and formats.  Strangely, erotic flash fiction seems to be something she’s good at.  She blogs sporadically at Heather Kinnane, or you can follow her on Twitter.

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