I knew the first time I saw you that you would make an incredible mother. And I knew that I wanted to be the man who made you one.
So I asked you out, and we dated, and we did all of the things that bring a man and woman closer and closer until they become one – husband and wife.
How patient I’d been. Your obsession with birth control, being safe, protected. I wanted you bare and open to me on our wedding night, to let fate decide this one time. To lose ourselves in our new bond. But you weren’t ready.
We worked and played together, time slipping by. I could see the light in your eyes each time you held a baby. And I could see the doubt each time we’d talk of children. But I knew you. And as your husband I knew what was best for you, even when you yourself were unsure.
We talked. You cried. I held you. You saw past your fears into the beauty that could be. You saw what I had always seen.
You went off birth control. We used condoms until it cleared. A waiting, a cleansing, preparing ourselves. That night arrived at last.
You were so beautiful before me. Naked, bare, ripe and ready for me. I wanted you more than I ever had. God how I had craved, dreamed of this moment. But with our moment so close, your fears crept back. You cried, begged to wait a little longer. But I knew that would kill you inside.
I climbed atop you. Your legs slid up my sides to receive me unconsciously. I felt your wet heat so ready. Your body had no such doubts. I looked into your eyes. Kissed you. Cupped your face. And simply said “No. It’s time.”
I entered you, bare at last as I had craved for years. I used every detail I knew of you to find the rythm you needed, to sweep you along on the current of pleasure to the destiny I knew you craved.
Your tears dried. Familiar moans and cries. I’m so hard, a week’s abstinence saved for this moment. My thoughts race. Wet. Bare. Fertile. Tight. Mine. Need. Pregnant. You clench me, lost in your pleasure, your eyes alight with lust and joy at last. The woman I’ve always wanted, here with me.
I feel it building for us both. I whisper I love you while I still can. I concentrate on my strokes, my depth, your orgasm, while thoughts of your fertility burn through my mind. You’re right there. That final thrust, just how you need, and I feel you cumming and clenching, soaked around me.
And my moment arrived at last. I raise myself up to look into your eyes. My strength poised over you, displayed just how you like. I thrust harder now, taking what I need. Posessing what is mine. I think of the girl you were and the woman you are and the mother you’ll become. Each thought pulsing closer within me, my core drawing tight. Instinct rising triumphant from within. I think of our baby to be. Of you. Your womb. Your perfect egg. Ready for me.
And I explode inside you, held so deep, filling and coating and loving and fulfilling you. Every pulse of pleasure flooding your insides with my strength, my essence, the gift of life to be interwoven with yours.
Pregnant.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ovuojp/almost_ready_loving_impregnation
This is gorgeous