As the seasons turned from the golden haze of harvest into the crisp bite of approaching winter, their days settled into a gentle rhythm of shared labors and quiet rediscoveries, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moon. When the first heavy snows arrived, blanketing the fields in a thick white silence that made outdoor chores impossible, Suzie patiently taught Sammy how to sew during those long, firelit evenings in the cottage. She sat close beside him on the worn rug, her sun-kissed hands guiding his larger ones with steady patience, showing him how to thread the needle and pull even stitches through scraps of fabric while her belly—now heavy and round at seven months—rested comfortably against his side. The crackle of the hearth filled the air with warmth, and the scent of pine from the logs mingled with the faint sweetness of her skin as she leaned in, her voice soft and encouraging, turning the lessons into moments of laughter when his thick fingers fumbled the thread or pricked his skin.

The idea struck Sammy one snowy afternoon as he watched her move about the kitchen, humming softly while preparing their meal, her body glowing with the life they had created together. Suzie's birthday was fast approaching, and he wanted to give her something special, something born from the skills she had so lovingly shared. He began secretly working on a dress in the barn during stolen moments, cutting and stitching the soft muslin with painstaking care, hiding the project under old blankets whenever she came near. Once, a curious Suzie had wandered in seeking him for lunch, her footsteps crunching on the frozen ground, and he had barely managed to stuff the half-finished garment into a feed sack before she peeked through the door, her eyes bright with innocent questions that made his heart race with the thrill of the surprise.

When her birthday finally dawned, clear and bright with fresh snow sparkling under the winter sun, they baked a delicious cake together in the cottage kitchen, their hands brushing as they measured flour and stirred batter, the rich aroma of vanilla and spices filling every corner of their home. Laughter echoed between them as flour dusted her cheeks and his shirt, and later that night, after they had shared slices of the warm, sweet treat by candlelight, Sammy presented her with the carefully wrapped dress. Suzie’s eyes widened with delight, her fingers tracing the seams as she thanked him with a radiant smile, then hurried excitedly to their bedroom to change into it while he waited by the hearth, anticipation tightening in his chest.

She emerged blushing deeply, the soft muslin clinging to her curves in ways that made his breath catch, the collar dipping far too low across her full breasts and the side slits cut much too generously for ease of movement. The thin fabric, chosen for its gentle drape, had turned rather transparent in the firelight, revealing the dark peaks of her nipples against the pale material and outlining the swell of her pregnant belly with intimate clarity. Sammy noticed at once, his gaze drawn helplessly to the sight as desire stirred hot and sudden, his cock hardening visibly beneath his trousers. Suzie caught the bulge and blushed even redder, her cheeks flaming as she shifted on her feet.

He quickly averted his eyes, murmuring an apology for the rough needlework and poor measurements that had turned his gift into something so revealing. But Suzie stepped forward without hesitation, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug that pressed her body close, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin dress as she rose on her toes to press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you for the present,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice thick with affection and a spark of the wildness he loved, her hands lingering on his chest as the firelight danced around them, deepening the quiet intimacy of the moment into something charged and full of promise.

“Thank you for the present,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice thick with affection and a spark of the wildness he loved, her hands lingering on his chest as the firelight danced around them, deepening the quiet intimacy of the moment into something charged and full of promise. Their lips met again in a slow, tender kiss that deepened with each passing second, tongues brushing softly as Suzie pressed her swollen belly against his hard frame, the sheer muslin whispering against his shirt while her full breasts flattened warmly into his chest. Sam’s hands slid down her back, cupping the generous curve of her ass through the thin fabric, pulling her closer until she could feel the rigid length of his cock straining against his trousers and pressing insistently into the soft swell of her pregnant body.

He drew back just enough to murmur, “Dance with me, my love,” his voice low and commanding yet laced with playful warmth, and before she could answer he took her hand, guiding her into a gentle sway right there in the middle of the cottage. They twirled slowly across the wooden floorboards, her bare feet brushing his boots as laughter bubbled up between them, filling the small room with bright, breathless sound that mingled with the crackle of the hearth. The transparent dress clung to every curve, her heavy belly swaying with each step, nipples visibly erect beneath the pale cloth from the friction and rising heat, while Sam’s muscular arms encircled her protectively, one hand resting reverently on the taut drum of her abdomen where their child stirred faintly.

Giggling, they spun once more before the momentum carried them down in a tangled heap onto the thick, soft carpet before the fire, bodies still locked together as they rolled and laughed, the sound rich with relief and rediscovered joy after weeks apart. Suzie’s cheeks flushed deeper as she straddled his thighs, the muslin riding up to expose the smooth skin of her legs, and their mouths crashed together again with sudden hunger, tongues sliding hot and urgent while hands roamed freely. Sam’s fingers traced the outline of her breasts through the delicate fabric, thumbs circling the stiff peaks of her nipples until she gasped into his kiss, the sensitive buds tightening further under his gentle caresses, sending sparks of pleasure straight to the slick heat building between her thighs.

Her own hands worked at his trousers, freeing the thick, heavy length of his cock that sprang forth rigid and throbbing, the head already glistening with a bead of precum as she wrapped her fingers around the velvety shaft and stroked him slowly. Sam groaned low in his throat, sliding one hand beneath the hem of the dress to cup her bare pussy, finding her folds swollen and wet, his fingers parting her labia to stroke the sensitive nub of her clit in lazy circles that made her hips buck and a soft moan escape her lips. They explored each other with growing urgency, her nipples peaking harder under repeated caresses, his cock pulsing in her grip, until neither could bear the ache any longer and he rolled her gently onto her back, careful of her rounded belly, positioning himself between her spread thighs.

With a shared cry of need he thrust into her in one smooth stroke, burying his cock deep in the tight, clutching heat of her pussy as she arched beneath him, her walls gripping him greedily while they moved together in a rhythm of pure passion and love. Grunts and moans filled the air, her voice rising in breathless cries of “Sam, oh Sam!” as he drove into her again and again, the muslin dress bunched around her waist, his mouth latching onto one exposed nipple to suckle while his fingers found her clit once more. They came together the first time in a shattering rush, her pussy spasming around his pulsing cock as he flooded her with hot spurts of seed, both crying out in unison, bodies locked and trembling. Yet their hunger refused to fade, and soon he was moving again, slower this time, drawing out every sensation until the second climax built and crashed over them even harder, her nails raking his back, his name torn from her throat as her pregnant body convulsed in ecstasy around him and he spilled deep inside her once more.

Only after those twin peaks did they finally collapse in a breathless heap, limbs entwined, hearts hammering in unison against the fire’s warm glow, her head tucked beneath his chin as his hand rested protectively over the life growing within her.

Whispers of the Harvest: A Forbidden Passion