“I’m sorry,” she said with a grin, biting her lower lip. “I just really needed you.”
He groaned low in his throat, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “Damn it, Ivy… you know what biting your lip does to me.”
Ivy woke to the urgent pressure of a full bladder, groaning softly as she shifted in bed. Her belly, now visibly round from the pregnancy, made even the smallest movements feel like a chore. She rolled awkwardly to her side, pushing herself upright with a grunt. Ever since her bump had popped last month, she felt like someone had strapped a warm, living watermelon to her front. And every day, it seemed to grow heavier. She stood beside the bed and paused, her hands resting at the small of her back. A quiet sigh escaped her as she stared down at the swell of her stomach.
How much bigger am I going to get? she wondered.
Her gaze drifted over to Levi, peacefully asleep under the blanket. His chest rose and fell in the soft rhythm of dreams, and Ivy felt her heart warm at the sight. He looked so content, so safe. She smiled, then shivered. Cold air brushing against her bare legs reminded her why she’d gotten up in the first place. Padding quickly toward the bathroom, she tugged at the hem of her nightgown, trying to lift it over the curve of her belly. It caught awkwardly, and she let out a breath of irritation, finally yanking it off entirely and tossing it aside. Naked and grumbling, she sat on the toilet with a hand on her bump, chuckling quietly to herself.
What a picture I must make, she mused. A pregnant, naked queen on her porcelain throne.
There was a strange sort of confidence in the image, though, something absurdly sensual. She tilted her head, running her hand gently over her taut skin.
Do I look sexy like this? she wondered.
Some people certainly thought so. Those who liked their women full and glowing, ripe with life. And Levi… Levi wanted her now more than ever. She bit her lip, a low heat stirring in her as she thought about how ravenous he’d been lately. Always touching, kissing, and groaning when he caught her changing. Was it a kink? Or something more primal, some deep, instinctual drive to keep her fucked and full and happy? God, she needed him. The craving wasn’t just emotional, it was throbbing and wet and real.
Curious, she slid her fingers down between her thighs, trying to ease the ache. But her belly made it difficult to find a good angle. She shifted, grunted, tried again. No luck.
“Ugh,” she huffed, frustrated and flushed now. She let her head fall back for a moment, then grinned wickedly to herself. Levi has the weekend off… It was almost three in the morning, but what was time when you were pregnant and horny? With a sly smile and a naughty glint in her eyes, Ivy stood, already imagining how warm and hard he’d be once she woke him. No harm in asking.
Ivy stood and padded quietly back into their bedroom, the moonlight casting pale silver across the sheets. Levi had kicked off the blankets in his sleep, lying on his back like a carved statue of desire. Broad chest rising slowly, dusted with just enough hair to tease her fingers. His muscles were thick and solid like a lumberjack's, but softened by the serenity of slumber. Her gaze drifted hungrily lower, lingering on the bulge in his boxers. He looked so effortlessly masculine, and the sight sent a warm pulse straight between her legs.
Need throbbed through her as she climbed onto the bed at his feet, moving with slow, deliberate grace. She crawled up the length of his legs, letting her soft skin glide against his. When she reached his waist, she hooked her slender fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly tugged them down. His cock sprang free, half-hard and already gorgeous. The very cock that had filled her, bred her, made her this swollen and aching.
He stirred with a grunt and lifted his head, blinking as he looked down at her. Her black hair brushed against his thighs and balls, cool strands tickling him as she gave him a warm, knowing smile.
Levi chuckled, voice low and rough with sleep. “And what exactly did you have planned here, my queen?”
“I need you,” Ivy whispered, her voice thick with desire.
He reached for her hand, pulling her gently upward until her lips met his. Their kiss was unhurried, filled with heat and love and promise. She shifted, ready to straddle him and sink down onto the length she craved, but he stopped her with a gentle hand and guided her onto her back beside him.
“No rush,” he murmured, kissing her again, this time softer, more teasing. His mouth traveled to her chin, then down her neck. She giggled as he found the sensitive spot near her collarbone and lingered there, nibbling lightly before continuing lower. His kisses trailed over her chest, and when he reached her swollen breasts, he gave each one the attention it deserved. He sucked gently at each nipple, drawing gasps from her as sparks of pleasure radiated down her spine. She arched toward him, moaning as the warmth of his mouth soothed the ache in her breasts.
He kissed lower still, moving to her rounded belly. His lips pressed reverently to the skin stretched tight over their growing child. Ivy's breath caught. There was something unbearably intimate about it, this moment of lust and tenderness entwined. But then his kisses moved further, and her breath turned irregular.
He spread her thighs, the mattress shifting beneath them as he settled between her legs. His fingers gently parted her slick pussy, and he leaned in to plant a kiss directly on her aching clit. The contact was electric.
Ivy moaned, noisy, needy, frantic.
“God, Levi,” she gasped, bucking her hips. “Please... eat me out.”
Her voice cracked with need. And Levi was more than ready to worship her. Ivy gasped as Levi’s tongue rolled around her clit, slow and deliberate, teasing her with maddening precision. Each flick sent sparks across her nerves, but when he dipped down and pushed his tongue into her slick entrance, her whole body arched. He traced slow circles just inside, tasting her, then sucked gently on her inner lips, driving her wild with the alternating heat and softness.
Then he returned to her clit, his lips and tongue performing in perfect, devastating tempo. Pleasure bloomed through her like liquid fire. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, his fingers joined the fray, two thick digits sinking inside her, curving forward until they found that swollen, aching spot buried deep within. She let out a rough moan, hips twitching as he pressed and circled against her G-spot with ruthless precision. Her thighs quivered as his mouth renewed its attack, tongue swirling and lips sucking rhythmically, pulling her higher and higher.
Then, he bit. Just gently enough to send a jolt of electricity shooting through her clit. Then his mouth locked around it, sucking firmly, and that was it. She broke. Wave after wave of climax crashed through her like a storm surge, shattering her in the best possible way. Her moans came in gasps, raw and hopeless, her hands fisting the sheets as pleasure rent through her core. She rode it out, every nerve ending alight, until finally she began to descend, breathing in shallow, breathy moans laced with soft whimpers.
She opened her eyes, dazed and glowing, ready to return the favor. To take him into her mouth and taste how much he’d enjoyed pleasuring her. Levi had other ideas. She squealed, giggling as he lifted her knees gently and positioned himself between her thighs. She felt the thick head of his cock press against her soaked opening, then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside.
He wasn’t long, but what he lacked in length, Levi more than made up for in girth and skill. That short, thick cock filled her perfectly, stretching her in all the right ways. Ivy moaned as her body welcomed him home. She longed to kiss him, but her swollen belly made it awkward. Instead, he laced his fingers with hers, holding one hand while the other gripped her waist with a steady, grounding strength.
He began to move, unhurriedly, deliberate thrusts that plunged deep and pulled back with a delicious friction. She whimpered, frustrated and aroused all at once. She loved it rough and fast, craved being taken with abandon. But Levi’s slow buildup was dangerous in its own way. His patience unraveled her, unspooling her toward a climax that would be deep and devastating.
He released her hand and leaned back. She clutched at the sheets, twisting the fabric between her fingers like it might keep her tethered to reality. Then she felt it, his hand sliding down to where their bodies joined, his thumb pressing against her clit.
“Oh God—” she gasped, as he began rubbing tight, fast circles. Her whole body jerked in response. Her clit was already sensitive, already pulsating from the orgasm he’d just given her, and now he was merciless. The pleasure coiled tight in her again, focused entirely on that spot where his thumb moved in wicked, relentless strokes while his cock pounded into her, harder, faster, deeper. His moans grew louder, sharper. He was losing control, too. And then—
She broke. It was more than an orgasm; it was a detonation. Her body convulsed around him, her vision blurred, and all she could do was cry out, her voice raw and open. She was nothing but sensation, torn apart and rebuilt in waves of ecstasy. Levi groaned, his thrusts irregular now, and then he slammed in deep and held. She felt it, his cock twitching inside her, thick spurts of hot cum filling her in warm pulses.
They stayed like that for a breathless moment, connected and spent.
Then he pulled out slowly, her body still fluttering from the aftershocks, and lay beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close despite the belly between them. She melted into him, her body boneless, her heart full. Ivy leaned in and kissed him, soft and lingering. His lips parted for her, warm and welcoming, and her tongue slipped inside to meet his. They kissed deeply, slowly, with the lazy hunger of two lovers fully sated, but still greedy for each other. Their hands roamed gently, caressing bare skin. His fingers brushed her belly, tracing the curve of their growing child with reverence.
When they finally broke the kiss, she smiled, eyes half-lidded and glowing with satisfaction. Just thirty minutes ago, she’d been frantic, agitated with aching need. Now she was flushed, slick, and deliciously well-fucked.
“That’s one hell of a midnight snack,” Levi murmured, his voice heavy with love and a hint of playful awe.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a grin, biting her lower lip. “I just really needed you.”
He groaned low in his throat, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “Damn it, Ivy… you know what biting your lip does to me.”
She giggled, brushing her nose against his. “Round two?”
He laughed, dropping his head to her chest. “Give me a bit to recover. You wrung me out.”
“You know…” she began, a wicked gleam in her eyes, “I was going to wake you up with a blowjob.”
He blinked. “Shit… seriously?”
She nodded smugly. “Mm-hmm.”
Levi groaned again and laughed. “I’m sleeping naked from now on. I want to wake up to sucking. That’s official.”
“You got it,” she purred, snuggling into him.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, another hand still resting on her belly. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, their breathing slowed, their bodies soft and tangled. And together, they drifted off to sleep, full of love and the promise of more.