That night, standing in front of a mirror, I turn to the side and make a face, drawing my robe tight against my belly.

I’m only seven months, and I already look and feel like a whale. I swear I’m constantly bumping into things, hanging onto railings for dear life whenever I go up or down stairs, and rolling over in bed?

I told Grayson not to be surprised if one day he comes into our bedroom and I’ve hired a crane to do it for me.

The bathroom door opens and there he is, clad in nothing but boxers and a grin. He looks exactly the same of course — ripped abs, huge, tight muscles.

Thick pole standing at attention.

He walks up behind me, kissing my shoulder and caressing my belly. Instantly my nipples poke through the thin fabric of my robe, and he fondles one, kissing the back of my neck.

“Come to bed,” he growls. “I’ve got something for you.”

I lean back against his hard, sculpted chest, trying not to wobble since my balance isn’t what it once was.

“What is it?” I ask.

His lips wander over the side of my neck as he unties the sash of my robe, letting it fall to the ground. He caresses my belly again, then slides his hands between my legs, finding my wetness.

“My cock,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’m afraid it’s not very creative.”

I just laugh, and in one movement he picks me up and carries me to the bed, putting me down gently and scooting me backward, his lips trailing over each nipple, then over my massive belly, my hips, then my thighs.

Then he tosses my knees over his shoulders and I can’t see him anymore, since my belly’s in the way, but then he licks me slow and hard from stem to stern, right across my aching lips and to my clit, and I clutch the bedsheets and moan.

Grayson licks faster, harder, his hands clutching at my thighs as he kneels next to the bed. I still feel like a beached whale, because I can’t move and I’m just gasping for breath, but Grayson knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I gasp.

He slides two fingers inside me, and my whole body tenses. He licks my clit even faster, crooking his fingers at the same time.

I’m primed to explode, and I can hear myself moaning as he keeps moving steadily and I spiral upward.

“Please,” I breathe, because I know what he wants to hear, what will drive him crazy. “Please, Grayson, make me come.”

All at once he locks his lips around my clit, twists his fingers in my pussy, and I fly over the edge. I can’t arch my back anymore, but I throw my head to one side and my fingers and toes all curl while I whimper.

The moment I’m done, Grayson pulls his fingers out and licks them off, crawling over me in bed.

“That’s not the present you promised,” I tease, still breathing hard, jolts still rocketing through my body.

Grayson just grins.

“I know,” he says, and kisses me. “But sometimes I can’t help giving you a teaser.”

He kisses me again, caressing my belly, then moves away. I take a deep breath, and he offers his hand, helping me sit up and roll over.

It’s not sexy. I’m very aware it’s not sexy, but in a moment, I’m on my hands and knees, Grayson bent over me, my head turned for a kiss.

“You know you’re hotter than ever with our baby inside you, don’t you?” he murmurs, pinching one nipple.

I moan, my head back, and he runs his hand down my back to my slit, where he runs one fingers over my lips.

“I can barely control myself around you,” he goes on, and now the hot head of his cock is pressed against my lips.

I rock back against it gently, just barely letting the head penetrate me, and sigh with my head thrown back. Grayson grabs my hips hard, but he doesn’t push inside me.

He knows I need to go slow right now, that hard and fast just isn’t what I want right now, for whatever reason. I rock back further, letting him slide in more and this time I moan.

I keep going until he’s bottomed out inside me, and then I stay there for a moment, just loving the feel of his thick, long cock inside me. Every single time we fuck I’m surprised again at how good it feels, at how he fills me so perfectly.

Then he pulls back, slowly, and thrusts again. He goes slowly, but it’s still hard and deep, and it’s exactly what I want right now. In seconds I’m moaning and gasping, biting my lip and clawing at the bedsheets.

“You like that?” he growls, bottoming out again and again.

Somehow, I end up face down on a pillow, and Grayson grabs one shoulder.

“Just like that,” I gasp. “Grayson, please, just like that.”

He fucks me again and again just like that. I’m moaning into this pillow nonstop, my toes curling. I think I’m shouting his name over and over again along with the words don’t stop, and it’s a matter of seconds before the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.

I scream. I whimper. I shout fuck me, Grayson into this pillow, and the moment I’m done I can feel that magnificent cock jerk inside me as he unloads, again and again while I gasp for breath.

He leans over me without pulling out, breathing hard, and kisses the back of my neck again. I turn my head.

“That was so good,” I whisper.

He chuckles.

“Better get it in now before the baby comes,” he says. “That six weeks is gonna be hard as hell.”

He pulls out and we roll onto our sides, spooning. Grayson’s hand drifts over my belly, again and again. The baby’s kicking now, and I gently put his hand where Grayson can feel.

“I think we woke him up,” I tease.

He snuggles in closer.

“You know how much I love you both, don’t you?” he says. “To the stars and back.”

The baby kicks, and I tear up.

Hormones, I’m sure.

“I love you too,” I whisper. “And I know he does too.”

“I’m so happy I found you,” he whispers. “I’d have looked forever.”

“I’m happy you found me too,” I say.

We fall asleep that way, nestled together in bed, his hand protectively on my belly.