Cameron's POV:

How could she be any more perfect?

Jessa was sitting behind the piano I bought her for her birthday. She was tinkering with the keys trying to pick out a new tune.  She bit her lip and shook her head in full concentration mode.  Those lips could drive a man insane. The things she could do with that mouth were absolutely maddening. 

Her hair was up in that beautiful, tangled mess she always piled on top of her head.  It was wild and so very sexy as it began to fall out onto her shoulders. It looked almost black in the dark room next to her pale, creamy skin.

She stole my shirt again. She had a bad habit of stealing my clothes. I never had any in the closet when I went to look for something to wear. Today she was wearing the thin white button-up shirt that she always buttoned just at the top to cover her chest.  I bet she had on those little white cotton panties again too.  She looked so virginal and delicious in the simple white fabric.

She went to write in her music book and accidentally dropped the pencil she was using on the floor.  It rolled back under the piano bench, just out of her reach.

"Shit." She swore under her breath as she tried to lean over to get it.

I lowered my hand down to massage my dick when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her hard nipples were visible under the fabric. 

Was she trying to kill me?

She leaned back up,  giving up on the pencil.  She shifted on the bench with her thighs open and I looked down.  She did have those damn panties on.  I wanted to walk over to her and remove them with my teeth.

She placed one hand on her back and moved her head from side to side.  She had been sitting in that spot for such a long time. She never knew when to quit.

Her other hand caressed her exquisite swollen belly.  She rubbed the bare skin with her soft fingers. She made a little face and squeaked before moving her hand down to another spot to rub it.

"Is he up to no good again tonight?" I asked, finally letting her know I was standing there.

She smiled back at me.  She was glowing, there was not one light on in the house and she was effortlessly radiant.

"He's very opinionated about my taste in music already."  She crinkled her little button nose.

I walked over and bent down to pick up her pencil off the floor and placed it on the piano bench. I didn't want her to try to reach for it again and hurt herself.

While I was still on my knees, I spun her towards me so I could run my hand over her stomach.  I was rewarded with what I could only guess was a foot to the palm. Every time I touched her belly, the little boy inside her did everything he could to remind me he was there.  He hadn't even been born yet and he was already a handful.

"Ooof."  She made a face when she felt it.

"Little man," I knelt in front of her and grabbed the sides of her stomach with both of my hands. "Are you being mean to your Momma again?"

I kissed her just below her belly button as she laced her fingers in my hair.

She laughed when he threw a kick or a punch to my face.

"That's it, mister, it's time to go to bed. I want some adult time with your Momma."

"Cameron. I am due any second now.  You know we can't." She laughed, hitting me playfully.

"I have heard that a mind-blowing orgasm can help jumpstart labor." I wiggled my eyebrows at her and then leaned down to kiss her stretched skin again.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Ron. He also said that if you took it up the..." She covered my mouth.

"There is no way we are going to do any of that right now. Especially that." Her smile lit up the whole room.

"But you are so sexy," I complained as I traced my finger up her thigh. 

"How is this sexy?" She asked, looking down. She dramatically framed her bump with her hands.

"Watching your belly grow knowing that I was the one who put our little boy inside you is a huge turn-on."

"Do you have a secret weird pregnant lady fetish that I don't know about?" She asked.

"I have a you fetish, darling," I said, moving her panties to the side.

She may have been trying to get out of this, but the moisture in her panties was telling a different story.  I ran my finger up her middle right to where her nerve endings met.

Her body twitched under my fingers.  She had gotten so sensitive down there since she went off her meds.  It got even worse when her hormones shifted. It was like everything her body felt was centered right on that tiny spot between her soft lips.

She was so worried about her disorder and being pregnant. Her doctor wanted her to stay in the hospital in case she had a violent shift.  With her history, he felt like it was the best way to keep both of them safe. What we were doing was risky, but she belonged at home with me. She deserved to be pampered in her own bed, resting comfortably as her gorgeous body nourished our growing son.

She had been quite the challenge, but nothing about Jessa was ever easy. Every day was new and exciting with her; it only made me love her that much more.

In the beginning, when she went off her meds, she was insatiable.  Her persistent hypersexuality with her swings was turned on like a light switch. She would practically attack me every time I walked within striking distance.

She would climb on top of me and ride me hard until I was bruised. I could barely walk because of it.  At first, I was nervous it would hurt the baby until the female doctor laughed and told us to enjoy it. She told me Jessa would let me know if something was too much and said that it would be a lot harder to find time to do after he was born. Her doctor was actually encouraging me to have sex with her as often as I could if that was what she wanted.

And she did.

Jess had begged for me to stick it everywhere. It didn't even matter where we were or what we were doing at the time. She drained me dry every second of every day.  It got to the point my balls would ache even thinking about sex. They were overworked and made sure I knew they didn't appreciate it.

I turned my hormonal girl down once because she was a little aggressive with her teeth the previous night. She started developing a biting obsession like she was teething.  The shoulders and neck were one thing, but she left some teeth marks in some very uncomfortable places. 

That night, she started trying to take apart everything in the house with a screwdriver.

That one was new for her. I had never seen her so frustrated. She was sitting on the ground, mumbling to herself about all the furniture in the house being unsafe and wobbly.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized what we had been doing was going to be the only way she would never get too bad.   I had to keep her satisfied and extremely overtired so she stayed somewhat level.

She couldn't get in trouble if she couldn't leave the bed.

That day, when she was sitting on the floor crying, I grabbed her hand and pulled her away in the middle of taking the legs off the dining room chairs.

I stripped her down and forced her into the shower.  I turned on the showerhead to jet mode and placed it right on top of her clit.  I whispered the foulest things I could think of in her ear and commanded her to come for me. She screamed and pounded her fists against my chest as her body shook.  My girl set a record; she came seven times and was still begging for more. I gave her five more until the water began to run cold.  After the last one, she passed out in my arms from exhaustion. I didn't even know that could happen.

After that night, I was worried she was going to leave me for the showerhead.  

After we got out of the shower. I had laid her quivering, sleeping body down to rest. I reassembled the furniture she took apart and collected every screwdriver and power tool in the house to hide them.

Needless to say, our water bill skyrocketed over the consecutive months.  Every now and then, I would come home from work and catch her naked with her legs shaking as the water dripped down her body. She would look embarrassed when I came in to watch her. She would stop and I would have to encourage her to keep going for me. She would get that little worried look on her face as she would come.

She was breathtaking.

Only in the last few weeks did she start to get shy on me again. She began growing more uncomfortable in her body as the pregnancy progressed.  I enjoyed the break at first, but I was missing her today.

"More." Jessa moaned and I looked up at her and smiled.

She moved her hips as much as she could against my fingers and started shaking. I reached up with the other hand and undid the two buttons holding the top of the shirt she was wearing closed.  The shirt fell away, exposing her perfect engorged full breasts.  Her nipples had darkened to a perfect light brown and I swear they were always hard and begging to be sucked.  My dick was twitching as I watched her eyes roll back into her head from the pleasure.

"That's it, my gorgeous girl. Make yourself come on my hand." I pushed three of my fingers inside her and found her spot. I pressed against it and applied more pressure, which made her grow wetter and wetter by the second.

I sat there lazily and watched her work herself over.  The most amazing part about having a girl like my Jessa is she always wanted to please me. I had spent years training this girl to need me this way and she never even had a clue. There was a lot she still didn't know and would never find out about me.

We all had secrets and she would never know mine.

I smiled when she started to look down at me desperately.

"Do you want another one, darling?" I asked, lining up another finger.

She whimpered.  That was my green light.

I pulled my fingers out and gave her a fourth.  I had to push a little harder than I liked to get it in. She was so tight around my large fingers. She whined and rode my hand harder.

I added my thumb and went up to the knuckle inside her.  She was taking all my fingers and moaning for more.  I knew she would have loved watching it.  It was a shame she couldn't see it over her belly.  The view I had was exquisite.

I took a second to make sure she remembered who owned her body. I had been using her recent episodes lately to slowly gain a little bit more control over her in the bedroom. I liked the power I felt having her completely give herself to me.

"Who do you belong to, Jess?"

"You." She moaned.

"Not good enough, you know what I want to hear." I still had a little work to do with her. It would come with time.

I started pumping my hand in and out, stopping right where my knuckles wanted to stretch her further.

"I'm... I'm...I'm..." She stuttered from the pleasure.

"Jessa. We can stop now if you don't want it, darling." I stopped and warned her.

"I'm your dirty little slut." She moaned desperately and looked away. I smiled as she tried to pretend she didn't love the shame. 

"Yes, yes you are. Eyes on me, Jess." I moved my hand to help her as her wild blue eyes locked on mine. She clenched down on top of my fingers. "That's it. You're doing so well. Show me how my dirty slut comes for me."

Five...four...three...two...

"Cameron." She moaned and let the pleasure crash over her body. I pulled my thumb out and stroked her clit as she came to make sure she gave me everything and couldn't hold anything back.

I smiled up at her and laughed. She should always be moaning my name.

Her skin was flushed and her bottom lip started to stick out. Jessa started crying immediately. I pulled my soaking wet hand away. I was hoping she would help with the raging hard-on inside my pants after I made her finish, but it didn't look so promising now. Next time I would have to make her deepthroat me first.

"Hey, hey... hey...What's wrong, darling?" I turned on the caring boyfriend charm I had mastered. I stroked her face with my clean hand even though I was tempted to stick my fingers in her mouth to make her lick the other hand clean.  Jessa always brought out the animal inside of me.

"I don't know. I'm just so sad and I'm ashamed that I wanted that. I know I am fat and ugly. I don't know why you even bother touching me anymore." She kept crying.

I loved this woman more than anything.

"Come on, darling.  Everything is good, Jessa.  You have nothing to be embarrassed about. What you just did for me was beautiful."

"I can't stop crying and I don't know why." She sobbed harder.

"Do you want to watch that video with the dancing hamster again? I saved it on my favorites. I can pull it up right now." I offered, trying to distract her.

"No." She giggled through her tears.

"Alright, well, if you change your mind, let me know." I kissed her bare thigh and began to try to get up. She held onto me, not wanting me to move.

"I'm scared." She whimpered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Darling, why are you scared?" I asked, running my hands over her belly. The little guy was doing karate in there.  He was not happy right now. Her belly was harder than normal from her orgasm and he was making sure she knew he was angry about it. She would probably end up with another round of Braxton Hicks tonight. She had been getting them more frequently after our sessions.

"What if I hurt him?" My girl was shaking. Poor Jessa was petrified. I knew how hard this pregnancy was going to be for her and she proved how strong she really was by getting through this.

We had to come up with a game plan with the help of her doctor to get her back on her meds without being a danger to herself or the baby.  It was really dangerous with the hormone fluctuations right after delivery.  It was clear to us very quickly that she wasn't going to get to do a lot of things first-time mothers got to do. For example, she wouldn't be able to breastfeed if she went back on her medications and worse, she wasn't allowed to be alone with the baby until we were sure she was stable enough. It terrified and humiliated her, knowing no one trusted her to be a mother like everyone else.  I spent every day of her pregnancy trying to quell her fears, but it was never enough. Her condition stole her joy.

"That would never happen." I smiled at her.

"How do you know?"

"You have to trust me on this one. You're going to be one hell of a great mother, Jessa. You'll make an even better wife once I convince you to marry me." I slipped that in at the last second.  In fact, I brought it up at least once a day. She had been stubbornly holding out on me even though she lost the bet I made with her about her being pregnant.

She knew I had the ring sitting on top of my dresser, waiting for her.  I kept it out to tempt her. One of these days, she would cave in, or I would find another way to make her do it.

Either way, it was going to happen.

"One thing at a time, Nash."  She sniffled.

"I want to raise this boy right. I want him to know how much I love him and his mother."

Obsessed and in love.

"We love you too, Daddy." She said, leaning into my lips.

"Ooh, Jessa, you know I love it when you call me Daddy. Do it again."

She got a little mischievous look on her face and her skin began to flush. I knew where this was going. She started to pull me up to my feet and began to unzip my pants.

I looked down and watched her small hand grab my hard cock near the base. She began stroking it next to her face as she looked up at me, smiling. She brought the tip to her lips and licked the precum leaking out. Her tongue moved over me and flattened as she ran it up the vein in one slow, strong motion. She opened her mouth wide and took me in until I hit the back of her throat. She pulled me out again completely with a pop to tease me. I looked down at her. I was getting ready to scold her for toying with me.

"Mmmm...Daddy." She moaned with a wicked grin as she looked up with those damn big blue eyes and took me in her mouth again.