EroticReverie

Thumbelina Part 2 - 02

Madeliene

"Fuck Madeline" Donovan groans as he pushes up my dress and peels my panties down my legs. 

The way this man was obsessed with my body, even when I felt like a fucking blimp, was beyond me. But if there's anyone that could make me feel sexy, when I felt like it the least, it was my husband. Because his words werent just words. He meant them, every single one, and I knew it. All it takes is a single look, that single little sexy fucking grin he gets everytime he's thinking about me naked, which is, pretty much, all the time. That single look had the power to erase all my insecurities about my body. It wasnt that I thought being pregnant , or my big belly made me unsexy. It was just the discomfort, the constant aches and pains, the not being able to groom myself  , down there, as easily. Donovan could care less, he's said as much, and again, I believe him. But I liked to groom myself for ME as well. I miss being able to shave my legs with ease, trim and shave my pubic area, I miss being able to ride my husband like a fucking mad woman without being out of breath and needing to take a break five minutes in. Especially since I was so fucking horny all the damn time, and just wanted my husbands dick. 

I cried two nights ago to him about not being able to ride him good enough, and I know the fucking perfect jackass was holding back a laugh, because he knew my emotions were high, but he held me, and comforted me, and said all the right things, told me to get ontop and take it slow. Donovan held my stomach gently, relieving some of the weight, which only made me feel less sexy at first. But with his encouraging words, those fucking groans of his, had me forgetting all about the fact he had to help hold some of my weight to allow me to ride him longer. I came so fucking hard listening to this man tell me "You're doing such a good fucking job putting that little fairy pussy on your husbands cock baby, you're a fucking goddess" 

"oh yeah, my wife needed me, didn't she?" he groans as he spreads my legs, finding me wet for him already. Those looks. God damn those fucking looks he gives me make me wet everytime. 

Donovan holds my legs comofrtably, they're spread, just enough for him drag his tongue along my cunt, not pushing them back to far, his arms holding them up effortlessly as my toes curl and his mouth kisses on my pussy and he groans, shoving his face into me, his tongue diving into me. Licking me from the inside as he groans. His fingers gripping aroung my legs tighter as he loses himself to his task. 

"Don-ovan" I pant.

"Mmmm, fuck, my wife tastes so fucking good, all the damn time, fuck, you've got the best fucking pussy Thumbelina" he growls and licks to my clit and sucks it. I let out a cry. 

" i love you and this fucking pussy, fuck i love it so much" he groans and sucks at my clit again as I cry out. 

Five minutes? Try three. That's how long it takes for Donovans mouth to get me off.

I'm panting as he stands, as he gently reaches behind me and shifts me up a bit more onto the bed and then pushes his pants down, kicking them off and gets on the bed beside me. 

Slipping behind me, I moan as I feel him press the head of his cock against my pussy from behind.

"Can I fuck you full of cum?" he whispers in my ear.

I nod with a whimper, still trembling from my orgasm, trembling over how hot his filthy words still are to me, never losing their touch. 

"Yeah? You gonna let me make a mess of my hot wifes cunt?" he groans and sinks into me. I moan loudly. 

"mmm" he groans into my hair, and kisses the back of my head as he reaches his hand around me and holds it over my stomach. 

"fuck, i love you so much" he whispers, thrusting slowly.

"I love you too" I whimper as he gives it to me slowly, taking his time and filling me over and over. 

"I love being your husband Madeliene, god, you are the best thing to ever happen to me baby, fuck i love you so much" he groans and thrusts a bit faster. 

"i'll never be able to put into fucking words what it means to me to be your fucking man thumbelina" he groans. 

"im so fucking lucky, being your husband was enough for me, everything i fucking wanted, then you went and made me the father of your children...im so fucking grateful for you, for this life with you, fuck, i love you" he groans with emotion choking him up. 

"donovan" I moan softly. 

"i owe my fucking life to you, because it would be fucking nothing without you baby, absolutely fucking nothing, you're my fucking world Madeliene, i love you so god damn much" he says and kisses my head and slides his hand up over my breasts, over my dress, squeezing one of them, that now barely fit in his large hands.

"you're so fucking beautiful, god, i love making love to you, fuck you feel so fucking good" 

I loved the way this man never stopped talking. How he could be so seemingly anti social at times to others, short with his words with others. But when it's just me and him, he never stops, and I adore him for it. That he seems to save his words for me. Whether were just going about our daily lives, or whether we're in bed , making love, or fucking on the furniture. 

"I love you" he breathes.

"God damn, i cant say it enough, im so fucking in love with you baby, fuckin hell, you make me fucking love you so fucking much, you're fuckin perfect" he groans. 

My horomones had made me LESS than fucking perfect, and I swear me being a bitch to him recently, made this crazy man even hotter for me. I felt fucking guilty everytime I got a temper with him over nothing, but there was truly nothing I could do or say to make him angry with me. He never complained, never told me I was being a bitch, because he would NEVER. And I fucking loved him for it. Even if I deserved it. He wouldnt fucking dare say it. Donovan Steel Draper has been nothing but the perfect husband, every single fucking day, and I dont know how I got so lucky. And when my horomones started to crazy, when Id become bitchy, or start crying over anything and everything, when id complain, he took it like a fucking champ, and was there, every second. Never walking away to remove himself from my messy emotions, or needing a "break" from me. He stayed and suffered through it with me. Doing whatever he could to make it better. 

"I feel sorry for everyone who isnt us" he whispers. "Because you and me....were fucking incredible together Thumbelina..."

"YOU make us incredible" I tell him. Because it was true. The man had the patience of a saint when it came to me. He tolerated shit for nobody and no one else. But with me, he let me a fucking brat to him while pregnant. Put up with my insane cravings, jumping to his feet and running to get whatever crazy ass random bullshit my stomach thought sounded good. 

"No baby, it's all you" he says. "it's all you" he repeats as he cums inside of me with a groan. 

We lay there, as he holds me, holding himself inside of me, and rubs my breasts and then slides his hand up to my throat, then to my chin and he makes me tilt my head back against his chest and has me looking up at him , andhe smiles down at me as he lowers his head, and kisses my forehead.

"my beautiful, sweet, fairy girl" he says and kisses my forehead again and I close my eyes with a smile. 

"I've been a bitch lately, im not sweet" I say with a sigh. 

"Look at me." he says and I open my eyes. 

"Dont argue with me" he says and I huff a little laugh.

"You haven't been even close to a bitch. You've been a gorgeous pregnant woman, carrying our family in your hot fucking body" he groans, turning himself on all over again, talking about my body. 

"You haven't been a bitch. Nor will you ever, be a bitch. Unless it's me calling you a beautiful bitch, or a hot bitch, or a pretty little naughty fairy bitch" he says and I laugh.

"Got it. I think i've got it." 

"Do you though? Because you keep saying you're being a bitch, and I dont think you understand, that youre my wife, and the mother of my children , i dont take kindly to anyone calling you a bitch, not even you, so knock it off." he says and leans further, tipping my chin up and kisses my mouth as I smile.

"you're ridiculous" I murmur against his mouth. 

"Disrespect the mother of my children one more time, and ill bend you over and spank this fuckin ass" he says and thrusts against my ass while still inside of me. 

"you're crazy" I exhale against his mouth.

"mm, crazy for you" he says and slips his tongue over my mouth. 

"admit ive been a brat then" I say and he shakes his head.

"No can do, because you've been nothing but perfect since the day we met" he says and his hand slides to my throat. 

"I'll admit that you're a brat when it comes to the ways you like to tease my dick" he smirks and and squeezes my throat making my pussy clench.

"I dont tease you." I say. 

"Every second im not in my wife, is a tease" he says and licks his lips.

"sometimes even when im inside you...like right now....that pretty face is teasing my dick, because i know i cant keep you here in this fucking bed and make love to you all day"

"what ever will you when me having to change two dirty diapers, or breast feed, or rock one baby then the other , constantly cuts into the time allowed to make love to me" I tease.

"you know damn well im changing those diapers Thumbelina." he says and thrusts into me. 

"we'll be tired, all the time" I say. 

"Ill never be too tired for you" he says and I feel his hand squeeze my neck tighter as he starts to thrust again and I moan. 

"what if, im too tired to have sex" I say. Even though weve already had this discussion, but its something I worry about constantly. What if Im too exhausted, what if i end up with post partum or something? Will he still want me? Still love me if Im not fufilling all his needs?

"You're my Thumbelina. Quit worrying that I'd ever fucking stop loving you, cause it's not going to happen. If you're too tired, then i'll fucking hold you till you fall asleep. Turn off the baby monitors and go watch over them while you rest. You know damn well I didnt marry you just to fuck you, I married you to make you happy, to take care of you, protect you, and fucking love you. So if you get too tired....if you get post partum....if anything fucking happens....we'll deal with it..quit stressing...because im here, and im not going anywhere, i can go days, weeks, months, years without sex with you...but it's you that I want...YOU are what I need, and as long as i've got you...got a life with you...im not going anywhere, you cant fucking scare me off with tears , or with yelling at me, and you wont scare me off if your libido drops, or you get depressed, i've got all i want, and i plan on keeping it."

Tears are in my eyes as I nod. 

"okay" I say, my lower lip trembling, and he drops his  hand over my chest, down my stomach and between my legs, under my belly. 

"now give me five more minutes to take care of you again, cause i need to feel my wife cum for my cock" he whispers. 

"only you could say something so sweet and follow it up with that" I laugh but moan as my tear filled eyes close and my mouth parts as he fucks me faster than before.

"i cant wait to give you the best life" he whispers.

"You do..."I whimper. "You do, everyday."