>>7706720With a final push, you release a sticky wave of semen deep inside your dearest love. Feeling your climax, Kana's hot, slick, and eager walls grip you, milking you, coaxing you. Her legs tighten around your waist, hugging you, desperate for you. You both lose yourselves, overcome by each other, crying out for each other. She brings more out of you than you thought possible. You feel a wave of pleasure, of concentrated happiness, before the moment is over. You lose your strength, and you collapse into her arms, your naked bodies slick with sweat, intertwining. You look into each other's half-lidded eyes and smile, kissing deeply, passionately, lovingly. "I feel," she coos, breathlessly, between sweet kisses, "that was the one." You hug her close, stroking her long hair. You hope so. You really hope so.
She ended up being correct. She shows you the test a few weeks later, looking up at you with a somewhat nervous, uncomfortable smile on her face. "So.." she begins, mumbling quietly, not looking into your eyes. She yelps in surprise when you, overcome with happiness and love, pick her up off the ground and spin her around, hugging her. Relieved, she nuzzles into your chest, her beautiful tail wagging and swirling around you. This is everything you have ever wanted, everything seems so right. You feel tears in your eyes, your hopes for the future filling your heart. You both laugh together.
It's been months. You're laying in bed, naked, spooning Kana. Her voluminous tail pushed aside, laying atop you protectively, twitching. It's early in the morning, the room dark. You push your face into her hair, smelling her, closing your eyes. Her ears twitch at your presence. It's been a while since you've made love. You trace fingers around her small body, running your hand up and along her swelling belly. She mumbles quietly to you, her tail swishing, buffeting you. You gently brush white hair away from her pale neck, kissing it softly. She whispers your name. You reach between her legs and slowly stroke her, as gently as you can. She moans your name. Her slightly groggy morning voice turns you on even more, her soft whispers rousing you. You reposition, removing your hand from her arousal and tracing it up to cup her cute, developing breast. You slide yourself between her legs, eliciting a short whine as she pushes her plump butt back into you, lifting a leg toward her belly as you slide yourself against her wettening slit slowly.
"Kana," you whisper, "I want you." She responds by pushing harder against you, eagerly. You start to ease into her, warm and inviting, extra sensitive due to her pregnancy. She replies with your name, drawing it out, whining. You make your way into her, pushing past resistance gently. She inhales deeply as you hilt yourself into her from behind. She grips the sheets hard. Your hand moves from her chest to hold her hand. She takes hold of it firmly. Both of you quicken your gasps as you reciprocate against each other, building, slowing, building again, totally in tune. It's an intimate dance between you that you're slowly perfecting over time. You didn't think it would be possible to be this close with someone. You love her so much. You pull her in close, her small body against you, as you dance. "Soon, Kana," you whisper. "I know," she gasps, "me too," she squeezes your hand warmly. "Inside," she moans.
