#3005: Vaduz, Liechtenstein
Original photo: @smilemakerscollection
Jonas and Mila are a young couple expecting a child. While Mila spends her time at home preparing for their little miracle, Jonas is busy working. However, they always make time for each other, nurturing their closeness and keeping the spark alive in their relationship.
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I sat on the couch, staring at the TV, feeling time crawl by at an agonizingly slow pace. It had been too long since I last felt active—since I went out and enjoyed the world beyond these walls. My swollen belly was to blame.
Don’t get me wrong, I was beyond excited to meet my child. With each passing day, the anticipation grew stronger. But the discomfort of sharing my body with another life was overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of frustration. I had always been active—hiking, going to the gym, traveling. And while I could still do some of these things, it wasn’t the same. The restrictions, the limitations, were wearing me down.
At this point, my only job was waiting. And I hated it.
This evening, I was waiting for Jonas. My husband. My escape from the monotony. Did I use him for entertainment? Absolutely. But he never complained. He understood my restlessness, my need for the days to move faster, for our child to finally arrive. We both wanted it more than anything else.
Finally, the time had come. Jonas had left work and was on his way home. We would have dinner together, and I would get to hear about his day. To some, it might have seemed like a mundane ritual, but not to me. It was my only connection to the outside world.
Another thirty minutes passed, and then he was there—unlocking the door, stepping inside. The moment he saw me, a smile spread across his face, and I returned it, feeling like the luckiest woman alive.
Jonas walked over and kissed me, his hand instinctively moving to my baby bump. He did this every time, and while it was an affectionate gesture, it stirred something else in me. A different kind of longing. A part of me felt embarrassed about it, but there was no shame in wanting my husband. Pregnancy hadn’t dulled my desires—it had only intensified them.
Jonas didn’t come home empty-handed. He had a surprise for me. A watermelon—something I had been craving throughout my pregnancy. Along with that, he promised me a foot massage. I felt like royalty, finally being treated the way I deserved.
Seated comfortably with a plate full of freshly cut watermelon, I watched as Jonas settled at my feet, taking them in his hands and starting to massage them. The moment his fingers pressed into my swollen, aching skin, I nearly cried. My feet had been hurting for weeks, the weight of my body making each step more difficult, and now, with each careful movement of his hands, relief washed over me.
I told him how much I loved him for this, for taking care of me. But he only smiled and shook his head, brushing it off as if it were nothing. To him, I was the one doing the hard work—carrying our child, preparing for the life we were about to welcome.
I wanted to pull him close and kiss him, to show him just how much I appreciated him. But my belly made that difficult, so I saved that thought for later.
Slowly, the pain in my feet eased. The watermelon disappeared from my plate, leaving behind only the rinds, and I felt lighter, happier. I gazed at my husband, feeling as if I had won the lottery. He deserved something in return. Something just for him.
The thought lingered, growing stronger.
I told Jonas I wanted to move things to the bedroom. A part of me feared he might refuse—that he’d worry about the baby, that he’d tell me to rest. But he didn’t. Instead, he helped me to my feet, his hands steadying me, and together, we walked into our room, feeling like the happiest couple in the world.
The moment we reached the bedroom, Jonas pulled me into his arms, holding me close. Our lips met, the kiss slow and unhurried. His hands roamed over me, exploring through the fabric of my dress, tracing familiar curves and new ones alike.
His touch lingered at my belly, caressing it with the same tenderness he always did.
His lips moved to my neck, trailing soft kisses downward, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate exploration. A quiet whimper escaped me as he touched me in all the right places, teasing and tempting, making me ache with need.
Since getting pregnant, my body had become more sensitive than ever. Desire flared up easily, sometimes at the most inconvenient moments. But tonight, with Jonas here, his hands on me, his mouth against my skin, I welcomed it.
His fingers traced the hem of my dress before lifting it, pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. The fabric caught for a moment around my belly, but he quickly freed it, letting it fall to the floor.
He took a step back, his gaze trailing over my body. My breasts, fuller and heavier than before, caught his attention. Without hesitation, he reached for my bra, undoing it with ease, freeing me completely. His eyes darkened with admiration as he drank in the sight before him.
A heartbeat later, his lips were on me again, this time trailing over my breasts, placing slow, reverent kisses against my sensitive skin. A shiver ran through me, my breath hitching as his tongue circled my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
I moaned, the sound breaking through the quiet, but Jonas wasn’t done with me yet.
His lips moved lower, pressing soft kisses over my belly before his hands slid down, carefully removing my panties. I stood before him, fully bare, waiting, wanting.
He asked me to lie down, to get comfortable. I did as he said, propping a pillow beneath my lower back for support.
As soon as I was settled, Jonas undressed. His shirt and pants fell away, revealing the body I had loved for years. His erection stood proud, and a deep, aching need pooled inside me.
Positioning himself between my open legs, he leaned in closer. I knew what was coming, and my body trembled in anticipation.
His breath was warm against me, teasing, coaxing. Then, finally, his mouth met my center, and I gasped.
Pleasure ignited like wildfire.
His tongue moved with practiced precision, flicking, teasing, tasting. He knew exactly how to unravel me, to bring me to the edge and keep me there, suspended in the bliss of it all. My hands gripped the sheets, my body trembling as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me.
He worked me over, drawing out my pleasure, watching me come undone beneath him. When the release finally hit, it tore through me with dizzying intensity, my voice breaking as I cried out his name.
But I wasn’t finished.
Jonas knew what I wanted before I even said it. He helped me shift positions, guiding me onto all fours, placing a pillow beneath my belly for support.
He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips, his body pressing close. His voice was thick with desire as he murmured how beautiful I looked, how much he needed me.
And then, he pushed inside.
A deep moan escaped me as he filled me completely, stretching me in the most perfect way. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of me, but soon, the urgency took over. His thrusts deepened, quickened, and with each movement, pleasure spiraled higher and higher.
Every sensation heightened—his hands gripping my hips, the sounds of our bodies moving together, the tension building deep inside me.
And then, it happened. The pleasure erupted in a way I had never felt before, an overwhelming wave that left me gasping, shuddering. It was the most intense release of my life.
Jonas followed soon after, his release spilling into the condom as his grip on me tightened. He buried his face against my back, pressing soft, lazy kisses to my skin, his hands trailing over my belly once more.
This night had been perfect.
And in that moment, I knew—no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.