Venus by ImoutoCommissions

   On Valentine's Day, Eric and Sandra enjoy a pleasant night out 
together, and once they return
   home, she tells him that she has a surprise for him. He is made to 
wait on the couch, and he
   wonders what it is that his wife and the mother of his unborn child 
has in store for him. He hears
   the shower start, and his curiosity only grows as he waits for her, 
hoping that the surprise is every
   bit as pleasant as he thinks that it will be.

   Even after the shower stops, it is quite some time before she returns 
to him, and he can barely
   stand the anticipation. Finally, she returns, and Eric's jaw drops 
when he gets a good look at his
   wife, who looks like a goddess in the flesh.

   She is clothed in a sleeveless white nightie that hugs her gentle 
curves perfectly, and her freshly
   washed chestnut hair hangs in waves around her shoulders. She is 
wearing a set of jewelry that
   Eric made for her as a gift, and his skill with metal work left them 
looking more beautiful than
   something made out of common metal should. The set includes matching 
bracelets, a choker, and
   a tiara, and all look absolutely beautiful on her, better than he 
expected even when he was making
   them.

   She slowly and gracefully walks toward him, looking more and more 
like a goddess the closer she
   gets, and when she opens her mouth, she addresses him as Vulcan. 
"Thank you so much for this
   beautiful jewelry," she says, and as she speaks, she leans down a 
bit, giving him quite a glimpse
   down the front of her gown.

   He feels himself blush at her words, and wants to play along with her 
game, so when he speaks,
   he says, "Those pieces of jewelry are mere trinkets when compared 
with the beauty of my Venus!" Sandra blushes prettily, basking in his 
flattery before she comes to join him on the couch, sprawling out and 
reclining, resting her feet in his lap. They are freshly pedicured, and 
as he notices this, she says, "I wonder if you are as good with skin as 
you are metal." Taking the hint, Eric takes hold of one of her feet to 
begin massaging it, and she gives a sigh of contentment, pleased with 
his work.

After he's thoroughly massaged one, he switches to the other, giving it 
the same treatment and earning just as enthusiastic a response. She 
relaxes into it for quite some time, enjoying the worship from him, 
before she finally decides to move things a little further. "I think 
you've earned a reward," she announces, before getting down to kneel in 
front of him. "Keep your hands to yourself the whole time though!" she 
orders, before unzipping him, and wrapping her lips around his member, 
engulfing it in her mouth.

Eric moans in delight as she begins to suck him off, and does as he's 
told, keeping his hands to his sides and not reaching out to touch her, 
no matter how tempting that may be. With the way she sucks him off, it's 
no wonder that it doesn't take him long to get close, and he still 
hasn't built up as much endurance as he would have liked to in all the 
time that they have been together.

"I'm getting...I'm getting close," he manages to gasp out, knowing that 
she wants him to warn her before he actually comes. Though he is 
disappointed when she pulls away at that, he is not exactly surprised, 
knowing her well by now. "Why did you stop?" he asks her, and in 
response, she backs up and turns around, and slowly lifts the hem of her 
nightgown. In the process of mooning him, she reveals to him that she 
isn't wearing any panties, a sight that he is very happy to see.

She lowers herself onto him, slowly until his tip is pressed against her 
opening, and she says, "Wouldn't you rather shoot off inside my cozy 
little cunny instead?"

"Yes, please," he replies eagerly, the anticipation nearly driving him 
wild, but Sandra still drags things out, teasing him by wiggling her 
hips. She teases him, and he knows that she wants him to beg for it, and 
so it is very hard for him to not grab her by her butt and yank her down 
onto him. But he was ordered to keep his hands to himself, and so that 
is what he will do, no matter how difficult it may be for him.

"Please, my goddess," he begs her, his voice broken with how much he 
needs it. "Won't you let me inside of you, my Venus?"

"Are you sure?" she teases him, and he could cry with how badly he needs 
her right now.

"Yes," he chokes out, "please."

It takes him some time to convince her, but when she finally gives in 
and finally engulfs him inside of her, he takes only a few seconds of 
trying to force himself to hold back before he can't resist, erupting 
inside of her and filling her with his seed.

"Already?" she teases him, despite knowing that this was exactly what 
would happen. "You really came just from sticking it inside of me? I 
hope that you have what it takes to satisfy me."

She has her legs draped over his, and her hands on his knees, and she 
begins to bounce on his cock, riding him with abandon and moaning 
loudly. He winces, hypersensitive due to his refractory period, and he 
grits his teeth, just trying to endure her. It's so hard for him now 
that he can barely resist the urge to grab her hips and hold her in 
place now.

Eventually, he manages to recover, after resigning himself to simply 
staring at her adorable butt as she bounces up and down. Once he is 
recovered, he's able to fully enjoy her riding him. She rides him until 
she reaches her climax, crying out in ecstasy, and her convulsing pussy 
is enough to send him into a second orgasm. He fills her with his seed, 
and then she collapses back onto his chest, taking a moment to catch her 
breath and recover.

She reaches back to grab his hand, guiding it forward to let it rest on 
her stomach, which is starting to swell more and more with each passing 
day. "Our little Cupid is growing and starting to make their presence 
known," she says. "Pretty soon, everyone will be able to see the 
evidence of your greatest handiwork yet."

She takes his other hand, and guides it up further to rest on one of her 
budding breasts, so that he can grope her over the fabric of her 
nightie. "In just a short time, they're going to swell up with milk 
too!" Her tone turns teasing as she says, "And you're welcome to any 
leftover milk after the baby has eaten enough."

She rests in his lap for a few more minutes, as the two of them bask in 
the afterglow still, but then she suggests that they relocate to the 
bedroom, and Eric picks her up to carry her bridal style. He's proud of 
himself now, because there was once a time when he couldn't lift her at 
all, and now that they've been together for a couple months, he's 
practiced and worked harder, and now he's able to lift her with relative 
ease. It was so hard to believe that he won her over in the first place, 
but he had to put in the effort to quite literally sweep her off her 
feet. She's pleased as well, smiling at the relative ease with which he 
lifts her.

Once he has her in their bedroom, he lays her down gently and removes 
the nightgown, leaving her nude before him, and then he joins her, 
suckling at the toes on one of her feet for a moment. When he is done 
with that, he begins trailing kisses up her calf, and the inside of her 
thigh, but he stops short, just before he reaches her pussy. He returns 
to the bottom of her legs, going for her other foot to greedily suck on 
those toes for a bit, and repeat the whole process. He takes his time to 
tease her, and has her squirming by the time he reaches the top of that 
thigh.

Finally, he kisses her entrance, earning a soft squeak from her, and 
after delaying all this time, he buries his tongue inside of her, much 
to her relief. She cries out in ecstasy as he begins to eat her out, 
delving deeper inside of her, and it is truly rewarding after how long 
he teased her. Of course, he isn't done with that yet, and even as he 
pushes her closer and closer to orgasm, he does not intend to get her 
off like this just yet.

He can feel her growing tighter, and tenser, and he draws the process 
out as much as he can. Just when he feels like she is on the verge of 
losing herself and coming, he stops short, and begins to trail kisses up 
her stomach, paying close attention to the light swell of her budding 
baby bump, and ignoring any noises of protest that she may make at all 
of his teasing.

When he gets higher, he pays as much attention to her breasts as he did 
to her stomach, and wonders if his Venus will be just as lovely as he 
imagines her to be, once she's swollen with their unborn child, just 
days away from giving birth, and he wonders how her milk will taste. All 
the while, she squirms and begs for the release he denied her, and he 
decides that it's time for him to give her a little payback for how 
intensely she teased him before.

As he kisses and suckles along her neck, he presses his tip against her 
entrance, sliding it up and down, rubbing against her but not pressing 
inside of her, no matter how much he knows that she wants him to. Sandra 
whines again and again, but he waits for her to beg, wanting to make her 
do exactly what she had him do.

"Stop teasing me," she cries out, the first hint of her caving in, but 
Eric does not intend to let her get off with just that.

"Is that all you have to say, my little Venus?" he replies.

"Please," she adds, and he can hear in her voice just how sincere she 
is. Still, that is only the beginning, and he intends to go as far as he 
can with her.

"Please what, little Venus?"

"You know exactly what I want!" she says, and he chuckles against her 
neck.

"Yes, but I need you to say it, and really convince me that you want 
it," he replies. "You've got to beg for it, and beg for it, until you 
can't take it anymore. And then maybe I might consider giving it to 
you."

"That isn't fair," she whines. "Even if it's revenge for what I did to 
you earlier, I was not that cruel to you, not at all!"

"Maybe I'm being a little cruel," he murmurs, "but there's really 
nothing you can do to stop me, Venus. Besides, that didn't sound much 
like begging to me."

"Please," she cries out, yet again, but this time, she goes further to 
be more specific, as she now knows what he wants, and that he won't 
accept anything less. "Please fuck me, please penetrate me and fill me 
with your hard cock, and fuck me until you fill me with your seed!"

"Is that really what you want?"

"You know that it is! That that's what I need!"

"Oh, so you need it?"

"Eric!" she whines, and he chuckles. He's having so much fun with this; 
he never thought that he would have this much power over someone like 
her. Really, he never thought that she would give him the time of day, 
much less that he would end up prematurely married to her, with her 
carrying his child.

"Oh, you really want this, don't you?" He can't help but tease her, but 
even as he does, he begins to push inside of her, just a little bit, 
just enough to let her know that she's getting close to winning him 
over.

"Please," she says, sounding near to tears, she's so needy, and he 
finally pushes inside of her all the way, giving her what she needs.

And she is so overwhelmed, having him after he teased her for so long, 
that he feels her spasm around him, giving into orgasm immediately, just 
upon being penetrated. The situation parallels their earlier one so much 
that he can't help himself, saying, "Really? You needed me so badly that 
you came immediately? I would say that I hope you have what it takes to 
satisfy me, but fortunately, you won't tire out that quickly, even if 
you don't."

She looks like she wants to protest for a moment, but then she's lost in 
pleasure again, moaning to have him inside of her. "Who cares if I was 
quick?" she finally cries out while he begins to thrust more into her. 
"You still love it, and I know you do!"

He can't deny that, and instead responds by picking up the pace a bit, 
beginning to fuck her harder, nibbling at her neck as he does so. Sandra 
is soon made so breathless that she can't try to argue with him further, 
and she begins to work her hips against his, encouraging him to give her 
more, to give her as much as he can manage.

Of course, he doesn't want to do anything to potentially hurt her or 
their unborn child, so he is more cautious than he would have been 
otherwise, but he still steadily builds up his pace as much as he can, 
taking it slow to build up more anticipation. Now that he is the one in 
control, he is pleased with how well he is handling it, and how easily 
he is able to tease his wife and draw out the process to make it as 
enjoyable for her as he can manage.

With Valentine's Day coming to an end soon, he wants to make as much of 
it as special as possible. It is both his first Valentine with her, as 
well as his first Valentine with a girlfriend in general, and he's often 
dreamed about how amazing it could be.

He continues to drive into her, harder and harder, faster and faster, 
until he is fucking her as hard and as fast as he dares in her current 
condition. Sandra is utterly helpless beneath him, moaning and crying 
out wildly, already close again, but he hopes that he will be able to 
hold out long enough to really make it amazing for her.

He personally feels like he could come at any given second, but he prays 
that he has just a little bit more endurance right now, so that he can 
last just a little longer. He wants to make Sandra happy, and wants to 
make sure that she is satisfied, before he exhausts himself completely. 
The look on her face suggests that she's having the time of her life, 
but he can't look at her face for too long, because the look is so 
completely lewd that he knows that he'll lose it if he keeps looking.

"Are you almost there, my Venus?" he asks, trying to keep the strain out 
of his voice.

"Yes," she gasps out, and he is relieved to hear, putting in all the 
effort he can to getting her to finish, all while trying to hold back 
from finishing himself. As long as he can get her there, then everything 
is going to be fine, and he can finally give into his own pleasure.

So he thrusts into her, picking up the pace just a little more, not too 
much, but just enough to get her a little bit closer, just enough to 
finally push her over the edge.

When he feels Sandra tightening around him again, he is even more 
overcome with relief, and she lets out a loud moan at the intense 
orgasm, as she is wracked with spasms. He is no longer able to hold off 
either, and he matches her moans as he shoots his load inside of her, 
filling her up all over again, and the two of them cling to one another 
as they ride out the waves of pleasure.

He doesn't allow himself to collapse on top of her, no matter how 
exhausted he may be, because he does not want to crush her or their 
unborn child beneath him. Instead, he falls down to her side, rolling 
over so that he doesn't hurt her, and they lay face to face, with his 
upper leg between her legs, and hers draped over his hip.

"It's such a shame that we have school tomorrow," she complains, after 
she's caught her breath a little more, while the two of them bask in the 
afterglow.

"You want to stay up all night, don't you?" he asks, already knowing the 
answer.

"I'd like to make love to you until morning, but I won't be able to stay 
awake tomorrow if I do," she replies.

"I know what you mean," he says, also wishing that the two of them could 
spend all night like this. But because they can't, he pulls the blanket 
up over the two of them, and snuggles closer to her.

"Goodnight," she murmurs, "I love you."

"I love you too," he replies, realizing for the first time just how 
exhausted he is right now. He likely wouldn't have made it much longer 
if they had decided to keep things up, so perhaps it's for the best. 
"Happy Valentine's Day."