Their lips met in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. They devoured each other, their tongues entwining in a primal dance. Abigail's breath came in short gasps, her heart racing with excitement. Christopher's own breathing was labored, his chest heaving with desire.
As they kissed, Christopher slowly lowered Abigail's zipper, allowing her dress to slide down her shoulders. The fabric caught on her breasts, which were now fuller due to her pregnancy.
Christopher couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her aroused nipples straining against the thin material.
"Beautiful," Christopher murmured. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive peaks, causing Abigail to tremble with pleasure.
Pregnancy hormones were driving her crazy, and she was already wet. Her core tingled, and she wanted to feel him down there.
