Baby Bump: Round 2

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"Good morning. Something smells nice," Sakura says as she joins her family at the breakfast. Sasuke wears her apron well and her gaze roves over his arm muscles appreciatively as he cooks.

Sakura's big stomach rumbles loudly. She blushes and laughs, putting a hand over it. "Sorry. The baby got hungry."

Sasuke puts a plate with a tamagoyaki before her. "Eat up, you'll need the strength," he says with a straight face, perfectly innocent, but she notices the flash of heat in his eyes. Sakura gulps, knowing what he's really thinking.

"Yeah, Mama, breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Sarada adds sagely, missing the subtle innuendo between her parents. Bless her innocence.

Sakura focuses on the food. She has an enormous appetite as she is eating for two people now. She takes seconds and then thirds. But while she chews and swallows, her clever mind plots.

Sasuke helps Sarada put on her backpack and the girl kisses both her parents goodbye before heading out. Sasuke raises his hand in farewell and when his daughter is out of earshot, he closes the front door and locks it.

When he returns to the dining room, the table is cleared. Sakura is sitting on it, one naked leg daintily crossed over the other, the bathrobe open around them. From what he can see, she still lacks any sort of underwear and the realization fills him with heat. In a flash, he's right in front of her and grips her knee, intending to spread her open. Sakura clicks her tongue at him.

"Darling, not even a kiss?" she mock-pouts.

He rolls his eyes, but leans in and locks lips with hers. She tastes like tea, pleasant, strong and purifying and he gets lost in the kiss until there's a squeeze on his groin. With the last little suckle he lets go of her plump lower lip and groans as she massages his growing erection through his sweatpants.

"Stop it..." he says through clenched teeth, clinging onto his self-control.

Sakura chuckles throatily. Her breath puffs on his ear suggestively and he shudders. "Sasuke-kun, I'm still so thirsty. Let me taste you," she whispers and the tightness in his pants becomes unbearable. Her steady stroking of his length makes it hard for him to gather his thoughts. He can't remember what he planned to do to her, so he doesn't protest when she pushes him back. Sakura slides off the table, goes down on her knees before him and yanks down his pants impatiently. When his engorged member gives her a salute, she licks her lips hungrily. She's really been craving for the taste of her husband for quite some time.

Sakura gets a little wetter remembering how she masturbated to the fantasy of drinking his come, having it fill her stomach with its warm creamy goodness until she is full and satisfied. She rubs her clenched thighs and takes his member into her hands. He's watching her every move intently. She caresses the long shaft slowly, formulating her plan of attack.

First, she licks around the head and coats it in her saliva carefully to the sound of his breathy little sighs, then moves down, along the vein on the underside. The cock pulses in her hand and becomes even stiffer. Sakura reaches the sack underneath and kisses it wetly too, making his hips jerk in surprise. With a smirk, Sakura noses him, inhaling the light musk, and presses a finger to the erogenous spot behind, on his perineum, getting a gasp from him. She's still rubbing there as she licks up his shaft, laving him with her tongue. Sasuke tastes pretty clean, but she was able to find remnants of her own juice from their earlier joining. It only makes her more excited, the wetness trickling out of her flower and down her crack.

Sakura ends her journey with a final swirl around his tip and looks up. Sasuke's flushed but his dark unfathomable eyes bore into her with a wordless demand to continue or face the consequences. To wipe that impudent look from his face and remind him who calls the shots now, she nibbles on his sensitive crown with vengeance. Sasuke hisses and closes his eyes. With a tilt of his hips, the velvety cockhead prods at her mouth, asking for entrance.

"Sakura..." he says her name like a prayer even though she's the one on her knees before him. She quite likes the begging tone, so she wraps her smirking lips around his blunt, rounded tip and sucks him like he's her favourite Sasuke-flavoured lollipop, tongue swirling madly.

Sasuke gives a deep groan, his knees buckling from the onslaught of pleasure. He knows not to grab her head, so he holds onto the edge of the table as Sakura takes him in deeper. He can't help the little thrusting motions as his hips jerk forward, seeking to bury more of his length in her warm cavern. Sakura goes up and down fastidiously, her hands holding him at bay, so she keeps in control of the depth of every stroke.

"Oh, kami..." Sasuke groans as he takes a peek at her. Sakura's gobbling down his dick with reckless abandon, one hand buried under the large stomach. The image of what she's doing out of sight as she sucks him down pushes him to the edge of explosion and only with an inhuman strength of will he manages to keep himself from coming too soon.

"I'm too... too close... stop... stop it now," he pants out, trying to back away, but suddenly her hold on his hips becomes irremovable like steel bands.

Then Sakura looks up straight at him. Her lustful green eyes draw him in with a passionate allure as her suction intensifies. She doesn't need to speak a word, her sultry gaze is enough to communicate to him what she wants.

Give it to me. Come for me. Let me drink you.

With a garbled shout, Sasuke succumbs to her irressistible pull. He comes apart within her warm, sucking mouth. Spurts of thick seed land on her tongue and she gulps them down greedily, but he's pumping in too much, too quick. Come spills from Sakura's mouth, down her chin, then it splashes on her deep cleavage.

Sasuke moans softly when she pops him out of her lips and delicately licks him clean. Then she kisses the tip and finally lets him go. Sasuke staggers back a few steps, unsteady on his feet. He leans heavily on the kitchen counter behind him, catching his breath.

His wife wipes her mouth and chin first. Their eyes meet again and with a smirk, she lifts her hand to her mouth and licks his seed off.

"Mmm... So tasty..." she moans, holding his gaze. Heated pressure returns to Sasuke's groin when she dips a finger in the white gooey puddle of spunk in the valley of her breasts and stirs it before sticking the digit in her mouth. She methodically cleans herself, almost like a cat, slurping the come off her fingers noisily. Before the pregnancy she didn't particularly like or dislike the taste of semen, but now she just can't help herself.

When not a speck of white is left on her skin, Sakura gracefully rises off the floor. The bathrobe is barely hanging onto her frame, so she undoes the knot and shrugs it off her shoulders. She lets it pool around her feet, smiling provocatively. She's still wearing her nightie, but the sheer material provides no real coverage of her mature curves. The large pregnant belly is prominent on her slim, athletic body, and the sexy glow surrounding her makes her even more fuckable in the eyes of her husband.

Sakura hops on the table behind her and tweaks her nipple teasingly. Then she shamelessly spreads her legs to show him the hairless mound and the leaking entrance. She rubs herself there too before pulling her folds open.

"Come on, Papa," she purrs to Sasuke with half-lidded eyes, "Mama needs you here."

With a growl, Sasuke pushes himself off the counter and in a flash he's onto her, crashing his lips onto hers in a furious kiss. Sakura enthusiastically reciprocates as he deepens the kiss, then gives a groan of frustration when he pulls back. She wants to grab and kiss him again, but Sasuke's scorching look of unbridled desire stops her short. Sakura gulps, her pulse quickening with excitement. She knows what this look means for her—there will be no mercy, only heaps and heaps of boundless, overwhelming pleasure.

"My turn," Sasuke says and lowers himself to the knees. He gives a lingering kiss to her bulging stomach before going down. Her vulnerable sex is put on display before him, the musky scent of her arousal wafting off it, mixed with the subtle smell of soap. Sasuke's lips quirk as he thinks that his fantasy about eating her out is coming true now.

He doesn't immediately dive in, instead he trails kisses on the inside of her thigh, which trembles and flexes under his hot lips. He runs his fingers over the silky smooth skin, grabs her knee and puts it over his shoulder, while he closes in on his target like a shark.

The first lick is short but elicits a delicious squeak from Sakura. The second lick is longer, bolder as his tongue swipes upwards over her juicy folds, and her hand lands on the back of his head, pressing him into her snatch. Sasuke begins eating her out in earnest, thoroughly tasting the meaty lips coated in nectar. Then he circles around her protruding pearl teasingly, turning her excitement up a notch.

"There, please there! Lick me, Sasuke-kun! Ahh aahh!" Sakura pleads.

Instead, he deviously plunges a single digit into her tight tunnel and while she's distracted by the pleasure, he finally lashes his tongue over her engorged nub. Her moans grow in pitch while her most sensitive spot is put under a barrage of licks. Sasuke slips in another finger and scissors her clenching insides, at the same time applying gentle, constant suction to her jewel that is enough to finish her. With a loud cry, Sakura throws her head back and comes hard.

He keeps sucking to prolong her orgasm, though his fingers are locked in the strong grip of her inner muscles and he can't move them. When her high slowly recedes and her body relaxes, he pulls out of her. Sasuke cleans his fingers off and considers the effects of his work—the flushed, drenched folds between trembling thighs and the swollen clit standing up from the crown.

Not enough.

Sakura jerks when he licks up her dripping juices.

"A-Again?! But I just ca-aaame..." she ends her token protest with a moan. Sasuke doesn't listen. He knows his wife and how much she can take. This is nowhere near approaching her limit.

He sucks on her nether lips, then dips his tongue into her sopping wet entrance. Sakura shudders while he gives her pussy a deep kiss. While his nimble tongue slithers into her cavern, he caresses down her bare mound before finding her hot button and rubbing it. Sakura groans and shakes, holding onto his head and the edge of the table.

It doesn't take long for Sasuke's swirling tongue and skilled fingers to make her see stars again. Sakura's voice turns ragged from her cries and moans as he continues his assault. He's licking her with a single-minded determination of a bear that found honey in a hollow of a tree and won't stop until it runs dry. She's reduced to sobbing while he wrings yet another orgasm from her pleasure-wrecked body.

"No... no more... Sasuke-kun, please..." she begs, pushing at his head. "Too soon..."

Sasuke would have gladly carried on his mission to turn her brains into mush with pleasure, but his own raging hardness can't be ignored any longer. He unlatches his mouth from her overstimulated pussy and wipes his face, smeared with her juices. As he rises to his feet, he finally takes off his shirt, so he stands before her fully naked. Sakura's deep green eyes glaze and she bites her lip, taking in his chiseled, mouthwatering torso and broad shoulders.

Sasuke leans in for a kiss, pressing into her softness, though careful not to squish her big belly between them. After taking care of her lower half, it's only natural of him to play with the upper one while she rests her body a little. Sakura welcomes his attention with eagerness, kissing him ardently, while her hands move over his chest, shoulders and back in a firm caress. He groans from the pleasant massage she's giving him. Sakura has a truly healing touch, but there's nothing innocent about the way she touches him now.

In return, he brushes his lips down her jaw and throat while he cups her heavy bosom through the thin material. Sakura arches her back, presenting her chest to him and he licks her cleavage while gently rubbing her mounds. His thumbs flick at her hard nipples.

Something hot touches her thigh and Sakura jolts from surprise. Sasuke is preoccupied with teasing her chest, but he keeps prodding against her soft inner leg to relieve the tension in his groin. After he slips down her shoulder straps, exposing her soft chest, and captures a cherry-like nipple in his mouth, she can't take it anymore. Her hand snakes down and takes a hold of his pulsing member. He's thick and heavy in her grip and she strokes him firmly. Sasuke gasps wetly against her breast, motivating her to move her hand faster.

"Sakura," he groans her name, looking up at her with the burning desire in his coal eyes.

"Hmmm, looks like Papa needs Mama too," she quips with a smirk. She can't stop herself from teasing him.

Sasuke isn't amused, because with a growl he tears her hand off his organ and puts it on the table before unceremoniously plunging into her wet snatch. Sakura's shocked cry brings him satisfaction, though not as great as the slick hot sheath deliciously clamping down onto his member which goes so deep that it knocks on the entrance to her womb.

"Not... so rough!" she reminds him.

Sasuke nods. He may not be allowed to give it to her with full strength because of the baby inside her, but there are other ways to show her the depth of his passion. He begins moving again, this time mindful of her belly. Her tight walls cling onto him as he easily slides in and out, building up a rhythm. His controlled strokes reach all her sensitive spots and rub over them sensually, making her mewl and tremble under him.

Sakura wraps her arms around his neck and locks her ankles behind his back, drawing him flush against her. She moans into his neck as their bodies rub together deliciously, skin on skin. She feels so full with his thick girth grinding into her, so happy with how close they are. Her nails drag down his back and she nips at his throat.

"Sakura..." he groans out.

Delirious with pleasure, she looks up at him with hazy green eyes. If she thought they were close before, she was wrong because the intimate look they exchange now takes them to another dimension. Their emotions flow freely between them, without any barriers standing in the way. It's just them, Sakura and Sasuke and everything good and right that's only between them.

"Aaahh... aaahh... Sasuke-kun..." she says and he revels in her breathy tone and parted, coral lips. She's flushed, she's beautiful and she's entirely his. His wife, his heart, his soul. Sakura.

Sasuke increases his pace, flesh slapping on flesh as he thrusts into her a little harder. He needs to hear her moan, he needs to make her come.

Sakura holds onto him tightly, surrendering to his rocking motion, ecstatic moans falling from her pretty mouth. Her eyes flutter shut and she concentrates on the growing sensation in her core. She purposely squeezes onto his steel hard member in rapid pulses. Sasuke falters, lets out a shuddering breath and plunges forward. He rams into her with even more vigor, determined to reach the finish line.

"Sasuke-kun, I-aahh, ahhh, I'm... going to...!" Sakura moans out, writhing against him.

"Sakura... Look at me," he orders.

Slowly, hesitantly, she opens her eyes, damp green and shining with desire and that's precisely when he strikes her sweet spot for the last time. With a hoarse cry, Sakura falls apart in his embrace as her whole magnificent body becomes a conduit of the orgasmic pleasure. Her velvety insides coil madly around his throbbing shaft and at last he gives in to the intense release that leaves him drained and gasping for air.

Boneless and sated, Sasuke leans heavily into Sakura's softness for a moment. Their hearts beat frantically after their joining. Sakura pets his back, discreetly soothing the scratches with medical chakra. Sasuke's mind is wonderfully empty as he relaxes in the afterglow.

"Darling..." she says, calling for his attention. Sasuke lifts up his head to look at her. She's smiling tenderly at him. "I love you," Sakura says, simply and straight to the point.

Sasuke kisses her, at first softly, then without holding anything back. He gives it his all, baring his heart to her in this one kiss. They part reluctantly, lips still lingering before he untangles their limbs and gets up.

Sakura adjusts her nighgown, not that it really matters. She just doesn't want it to fall off. Sasuke appreciates the view—his pregnant wife, disheveled from their lovemaking, with a mess of their mixed juices dripping between her spread thighs. Husbandly pride swells up within him at the results of his hard work.

Sakura catches his smug look, a blush colouring her face. She closes her legs and slips off the table onto her feet. With a wince, she rubs her lower back.

"On the second thought, doing it on the table wasn't the best idea," she comments. "I need to clean that up," she mutters and gets a rag to wipe the wet spot she left on the tabletop. Meanwhile Sasuke gathers his clothes from the floor. When he looks at her again, she bends down to pick up her bathrobe, giving him a nice look at her peach-like rear and sticky pussy, a white trail going from it down her thigh. The erotic sight causes a stirring sensation below his bellybutton and unwittingly, Sasuke lets out a quiet hiss. His sole hand twitches with the urge to touch, squeeze and slap that perfect firm roundness.

Sakura gives him a surprised look over her shoulder which morphs into amused understanding when she sees his growing interest. "I'm going to shower," she says nonchalantly after she straightens up. "Want to wash my back, darling?" she adds with a naughty smile and struts out of the living room, putting an extra sway in her hips that draws in his horny gaze.

Sasuke follows right after his wife, grinning wolfishly. As legendary ninjas they both still have a plenty of stamina. And there's a whole day before them to creatively use it...

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AN: Happy Sexual Sunday! The story is finally finished! Thanks for reading!

Also I challenge artists to draw pregnant SS smut, because there was nothing when I looked for inspiration for this fic. Whoever draws it can be the first ever!

Please comment how you liked the fic and see you in the next story! :)