Page 81 of The Complication with the Best Man

“Guess we’ll just have to do it over and over again.” I give him my sultriest smile.

He crawls up the bed and comes to lie beside me, bending to kiss me then bringing his lips over my jawline and down my neck until his lips are wrapped around my nipple. The suction of his mouth causes both pleasure and pain because of how sensitive they are, and I moan, my hand diving into his hair. The scratch of his short beard on my breast only adds to the sensations culminating in a throbbing between my thighs.

Finn moves to my other breast and delivers the same treatment, flicking the nipple he just left with his thumb. I grow slicker between my legs and arch my breast into his mouth. After a few minutes, he travels down between my legs, pulling them apart for his attention. When I try to close them, he holds them open.

“You’re beautiful everywhere.”

Before I can respond, he dives in, his tongue stroking from my opening to my clit, where he sucks. The sensation almost sends me flying up off the bed, it’s so intense. I’m not sure if Finn is just really good at this or if pregnancy has made me more sensitive than usual, but with a few strokes of his tongue, I’m already close to coming.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been thinking about this for three weeks, and now the time is finally here.

Finn continues to lap at me, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. My hand is in his hair, tugging, and my hips move in tandem with his strokes. Just when I feel the wave of my climax ready to crest over me, Finn pulls away.

I cry out in dismay, my gaze on him.

“Told you I’d get you back.” He’s grinning.

The son of a bitch is grinning.

Something like a mewl comes out of my mouth as I arch my back, silently begging for him to return to the spot between my legs, but he moves up my body and cups my face, kissing me. I taste myself on his tongue, and the way he kisses me leaves no question as to how much he wants me.

After a minute, he pulls away and looks down at me. “There’s no going back if we do this.”

I place my hand on his cheek too, maintaining eye contact. “I want this, Finn. I wantyou.”

With one hand on his base, he pushes slowly inside me. Neither of us looks away from the other as he pulls out then pushes in a little further, again and again until he’s fully seated inside me.

He gives me a minute to get used to the stretch of him, then he’s moving over me. Something in my chest shifts into place, and I know for certain that he was right when he said there would be no going back.

thirty-nine

FINN

Being seated inside Harper again feels like nothing I’ve ever known. It wasn’t as if I forgot how amazing it was between us the night we were together, but now that I’m here again, I don’t ever want to leave. I want to feel this always. The way her body hugs my cock at the same time that I have the taste of her on my tongue is utter perfection.

I slide out of her, and Harper wraps her legs around me as though she wants to prevent me from going any further.

God, she’s beautiful. Always. But even more so with the swell of our child growing inside her.

Her breasts rock every time I push into her, her dusty pink nipples begging for my mouth, but I can’t draw my gaze away from her face and the way she’s looking at me. Almost as though she can’t believe that we’re here as much as I can’t.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand led us both here, and though it’s all unplanned, something about it feels so right.

Harper’s hands travel up my arms and into my hair. I want so badly to kiss her, but I don’t want to crush her belly underneath me. I increase my pace, and we’re both panting in minutes. I can tell she’s getting close again, as am I. But I’m not ready for this to end, so I roll to my side.

“Finn!” The sheer desperation in her voice makes me smile.

“Want to see all of you.” I pat my lap, and she grins, moving to straddle me.

Jesus, she’s like a fucking dream as she grips my length and feeds it inside her, bringing all her weight down on top of me.

I cup the back of her head, bringing her lips to mine. “You’re perfect, you know that?” The words are murmured against her lips, then I’m kissing her as she moves over me.

Sliding my hand between us, my thumb finds her swollen clit, and she gasps, breaking the kiss. Harper straightens, putting the slight swell to her stomach on display for me, and though I didn’t think it was possible, my dick gets even harder.

With my other hand, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she arches her back, moving her hands behind her and onto my thighs for support. It gives me the perfect view of her body, and my balls tighten, ready to release inside her.

Increasing the pressure on her clit, Harper gasps and picks up the pace. I’m so close, the tingling starting at the base of my spine. There’s no way I’m coming without her, so I increase my efforts and feel the first flutter around my cock as it drives inside her.

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