Page 44 of Finn

She turns to look at me, smiling as she swipes at the tear. “Oh, nothing’s wrong, but this is beautiful, I love it. I just can’t believe you did all this for me.”

I nod to the waiter and he grabs two glasses of champagne, handing one to Cara, then the other to me. She’s about to tell him 'no thank you’, but I stop her. “It’s okay, it’s non-alcoholic, baby”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ as she smiles and takes a small sip and looks out to sea. I turn her to face me and place our glasses on the dock and grab hold of her hands.

“Hey, I need you to know that I’d do anything for you. You’re my whole world, Cara. Every breath I take, every beat of my heart, it’s for you. You’re my queen.”

The tears flow freely down her face, and I reach out to try and wipe them away, but she stops me, climbing into my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me, her tongue pushing past my lips. I can taste the saltiness of her tears, and my dick grows hard. I try to shift her off a little, but she can feel it and rocks her hips, shuffling, so her warm pussy is positioned right over him.

I grab her face, pulling her away from me. “I’d be careful, baby, unless you want me to fuck you in front of the waiter?” I smirk, thinking she’ll be embarrassed, but I’m surprised when she licks her bottom lip before biting it.

She looks down then turns her neck slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of the waiter, who to his testament is standing looking out to sea, keeping his face neutral, even though I know he can hear us. She turns back to me, her eyes hooded. “What if I said I do?”

There’s a small flicker of hesitation when she says it, but she quickly pushes it away, keeping her eyes focussed on mine, waiting to see what my reaction is.

My eyes flick back and forth between hers. I like where this is headed, but I’m not convinced she’s ready for that. Deciding to test her resolve, I say, “I’d say prove it.”

She swallows then takes a deep breath. “Baby, if you want me to fuck you, right here, right now, prove it. Undo the button on my shorts and take my dick out.”

She looks down between us, then looks back up at me, the biggest fucking grin on her face. “Maybe you should run your hands up my legs and see what you find?”

I tilt my head, curious about what she’s getting at, but she simply gives me an eye raise and a smirk, so without taking my eyes off her, I slowly run my hands up her legs. I feel goosebumps pepper her skin at my touch, and when my hands reach her hips, they find nothing but bare skin. I groan. Holy fuck, she isn’t wearing any panties.

She lets out a single laugh then shuffles back on my legs. Her hands pop the button open on my shorts, then she slides my zipper down and reaches in and pulls out my dick.

I hiss at the connection as she gently runs her thumb across the head, coating her hand in the pre-cum that’s already flowing.

She glances behind her to check where the waiter is, and turning back, she smirks then places her cum-coated thumb in her mouth, sucking it clean before releasing it with a pop.

“Jesus, fuck, baby…” I’m about ready to come just from her confidence alone.

“Touch me. Feel how wet I am.”

Who am I to deny her? I move my hands from her hip and slide my thumb down through her folds. She’s dripping. I look down and see the wet patch she’s left on my shorts. I need to fuck her, but right now, this is her show, not mine.

“Tell me what you want, Cara.”

She gets to her knees and moves forward, grabbing my cock and giving it a couple of pumps before lining it up with her entrance, and I grip her hips. “Tell me, baby. I want you to say it.”

She leans forward, placing a kiss on my lips and then pulls back. “I want you to fuck me, right here, right now.” Then before I can respond, she lowers herself all the way down until I’m buried to the hilt.

We both groan the moment she’s fully seated. She places her hands on my shoulders, and not giving either of us much time to adjust, she starts rocking her hips back and forth.

I pull her dress down over her breast and clamp my mouth around it, sucking, licking, and biting her nipple. She cries out in pleasure, and I place my hand over her other breast, squeezing and rubbing. I’m not going to last very long, and I need her to come before I do.

I switch breasts, repeating my actions. I feel her body shake and her movements become erratic as she tries to keep going. Grabbing her hips, I take control, making sure she grinds down. Seconds later, she screams my name as she comes. Her head drops to my shoulder as I lift her slightly, pulling her down as I thrust into her. Sweat drips down my forehead and my back as I chase my release. I tighten my hold on her hips. I know I’ll mark her but I can’t think straight as I follow her over the ledge only a few seconds later. I growl out my release, calling out her name as I see stars.

Chapter 30

Fucking in front of the waiter last night was not what I had intended to do, but when I saw Finn sitting on the sofa, waiting for me, and then he led me out onto the dock and showed me what he had arranged, I was totally blown away––that and being pregnant means, I’m always turned on.

Finn assured me that the waiter hadn’t watched us, but I can’t see how he would know when he never took his eyes off me. And when he wasn’t looking directly at me, he had his mouth around my breasts, so there was no way for him to see behind me.

While it wasn’t what I had intended to do, I can’t deny how much I liked knowing someone was there when I was riding Finn. I really want to do it again. I want to experience new things, but I don’t know how to approach the subject with Finn. I know he seemed okay with what we did, but we haven’t really talked about it properly.

Because of the flight path, we couldn’t get a direct flight from the Maldives back to New York, so we had a stopover in Dubai, because he wanted to make sure I had enough rest. He arranged for us to stay in the hotel at the airport, but our flight out was at seven a.m., and I’m so tired again. We’ve only been back in the air for a couple of hours.

I curl my legs up under me and turn to face Finn. He’s been typing away on his laptop since we got in the air, casting glances at me every few minutes.

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