I kissed her then, pouring everything I couldn't say into it. When we broke apart she was breathing fast, pupils blown, small hands fisted in my shirt.
I sat back down on the couch and guided her onto my lap. She settled sideways, legs draped over mine, head tucking naturally under my chin. One of her hands drifted to her belly and rubbed gentle circles.
My hand moved almost on instinct, sliding up the back of her thigh, under the short hem of her maid dress, until my palm cupped one soft asscheek. I squeezed gently, kneading the flesh, thumb tracing the edge of her garter strap. Minne sighed, shifting closer, her warmth seeping through my pants.
My cock thickened against her hip, hardening fast. She felt it immediately, her breath hitched, thighs pressing together. I could feel the heat between her legs through the thin fabric, already dampening my slacks.
I leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I think you deserve a reward for carrying my baby, Minne."
