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.