Snuggle-icious trotted along the shifting waterline, smelling the salty smells of the ocean and the sand beneath it. He looked up to see where Lynn was. She and Will were walking barefoot arm-in-arm. He assumed they knew that she was pregnant, but how could you assume anything with people? They're so mysterious. They seemed oblivious to the right time to make babies, mating willy-nilly all the time, even when it was pointless.
Back at home, banished to his bed, Snuggle-icious considered that maybe they really didn't know she was pregnant, since they had locked themselves away in the bedroom for more pointless sex. She'd been pregnant for days, how could these people be so stupid? His love for Lynn washed away his doubts like a wave leaving perfectly smooth sand in its wake. He sighed heavily, then was fast asleep.
Will put his book down, gazing at Lynn as she continued to read in their cozy bed. He began rubbing her stomach, first over the comforter, then under but above her thin t-shirt. Waiting as long as he could stand without feeling like he was molesting her, he began rubbing her lower abdomen under her shirt, the laziness of his attentions masking his frantic lustful feelings.
As Lynn kept reading, Will moved his head to her stomach, and began fingering the delicate elastic at the top of her panties, enjoying the occasional peeks of Lynn's pubic hair this afforded him. He alternately cupped her mons pubis above and beneath the thin material of her panties, enjoying her warmth. Now that he was in possession of her most secret charms, he felt himself relax.
He slid her panties down past her knees. "What are you doing, Mister?" asked Lynn playfully, as she helped kick off her panties. At a loss for words, perhaps due to intoxication from her scent, Will began nuzzling and kissing her furry sex. He blew warm air with his kisses, relishing the sensation of feeling her labia begin to swell and part with desire. The process of developing an erection may be more photogenic, he thought, but to ignore the female half of the equation is to miss out on a much more subtle yet fascinating process.
He gently kissed the space between her labia majora, noting from her silence that Lynn had lost her chattiness as well. Effortlessly, her sex opened like a clam revealing its pearl, and Will began kissing, sucking, and licking in earnest. Lynn ran her hands through his hair, holding him to herself.
After several minutes of writhing like this together, Lynn declared, almost in a panic "I need you in my mouth!" Obediently, Will shifted his body to allow Lynn to suck on him. It was almost too much for Will, as he was feeling completely satisfied just feeling Lynn's happy body wriggle around his tongue. As Lynn hungrily swallowed his erection, he felt her shudder around his head and moan around his penis as she came.