“Oh, really?” I turn on my side and prop myself up with my elbow. Looking down, I meet his eyes. They’re tired but lust-filled. “What’s number one on that list?”
Without one moment of hesitation, he answers, “Hearing you say you love me.”
I didn’t expect that.
Sure, other men have said they loved me.
But not for a second do I doubt Finn’s love for me.
This is the moment I realize that even though I’ve said those words to other men, I’ve never meant them. My heart had never filled with so much emotion like it did with Finn when those three words slipped past my lips.
I stare down at him with half-lidded eyes. “That’s mine too.”
He grins and taps his fingers along his lips.
I slide closer to him, and he clutches the back of my neck to bring me closer. Our kiss is slow, sensual, and when I pull back, something catches my eyes.
Finn’s erection underneath his jeans.
My mouth waters, wanting to taste him just as bad as he did me.
“Can I add another top ten to mine?”
He raises a brow at the same time I climb over him.
I seat myself at his knees and run my hand along the outline of his cock. “Let me return the favor.”
He groans as I take both hands and slide them up and down each side of his dick.
Excitement zips through me.
Like with men performing oral on me, I’ve never been a fan of sucking cock before.
At this moment, there’s nothing more I want than to see Finn take his dick out and feed it between my lips.
“I want to taste you,” I say, practically begging.
Finn starts to rise. “Grace, you don’t have to.”
I lean forward, remembering I’m naked for the first time as my boobs rub against the roughness of his jeans. “I want to.” Smiling, I press my palm to his chest and shove him down.
I hate that my hands shake as I unbuckle his jeans. It’s not that I’m nervous or that I don’t want to. I’m excited that this is finally happening. I want to see all of Finn and show him I can pleasure him just as good as he pleasures me.
Well, I don’t think my skills will ever match up to his.
The man has a talented tongue.
Finn tilts up his hips, helping me push down his jeans. I don’t bother pulling them all the way off, and they stay bunched up around his ankles.
His cock stands at full attention. It’s bigger than I anticipated, bigger than any cock I’ve seen. That’s even including the porn Lola sent me the links to when I was in a dry spell. Since I teach my students measurements, I know he’s at least a good six inches.
The man’s cock is half a darn full ruler size.
I gulp, unsure of how well I can take in his length.
Finn grips the bottom of his cock. “Do whatever you feel comfortable with, babe. I don’t expect you to deep-throat, swallow, whatever. This cock is yours to do with as you please.”
I clasp my hand over his. “I want to do what you like. Show me.”
He slips his hand off his cock before covering mine with it. With his eyes on me, he waits until I meet his stare before using both our hands to jerk him off. When we reach the head, he twists our hands, and we lose eye contact as he drops his head back and groans.
“You good on your own?” he rasps out.
I nod.
His hand disappears, leaving me on my own, and Finn props himself up onto his elbows, giving himself a perfect view of me about to suck his cock. I do one last stroke before lowering my head and licking the tip.
“Yes,” he groans.
I open my mouth wide, and in my head, I replay the porn I watched, remembering how the woman hollowed her cheeks out as she sucked. My lips curl around his cock as I give him the best blow job I’ve ever given in my life. Slobber slides down my lips and onto my chin, hitting the sheets.
“Grace,” Finn moans. “Just like that, baby.”
His hand goes to my head the same way I did with him—only he’s gentle, slowly guiding me into sucking him just as he likes it. Lowering my hand, I play with his balls, squeezing them. His knees lock up, tightening the room I have between them.
“I’m coming,” he warns, grabbing the base of his dick as if ready to stop it while waiting for my reaction.
“In my mouth,” I say against his cock, unsure whether he can understand me. To be clear, I give him a thumbs-up, and he chuckles at the same time his cum spurts into my mouth.
Finn relaxes against the sheets. “And that’s made it to the top ten list.”
I laugh, a red blush creeping up my cheeks.
I’m a bit shy but also proud of myself.
I did that. I made him come that hard.
After we catch our breaths, Finn kisses me softly before helping me out of bed. He scurries to his bathroom while I brush my teeth. As I’m finishing up, he joins me in the bathroom, and nervousness hits me.
Is he sleeping with me tonight?
I don’t want to assume something, but surely, if a man had his face between my legs, he’d at least want to stay to sleep off the exhaustion of pleasuring me?
I want him in my bed.
To stay with me tonight … and every night.
As I’m lost in thought, Finn comes up behind me and circles his arms around my waist.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” he softly asks in my ear.
I reach up and clutch the top of his arm. “Yes, and you never have to question the answer to that again.”
As I snuggle into his arms, I sleep through the night.
No nightmares.
Only a dream … of Finn being with me forever, of him being a father figure to my child, and of us having more children.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to see my friends with a straight face.”
Finn and I are standing in the kitchen. I’m drinking orange juice and him coffee. Even though we crossed friendship lines last night, it hasn’t been awkward this morning. It’s comfortable, as if waking up in each other’s arms was what our future had been destined to be.
Finn winks at me. “Why’s that?” The smirk on his face confirms he knows exactly why.
I bring my cup to my lips, smiling and speaking inside it, “You gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m going to be walking around with orgasmed-out stars in my eyes for the next month.”
He stands taller, pride on his face. “Let’s not forget your skills either.” He whistles. “I struggled not to come in seconds.”
Pride settles through me at the compliment of pleasuring him like that. I’ve never felt so sexy, so skilled, as Finn makes me. Never has a man made me feel more attractive—with the weight gain, pregnant belly, and all.
I set my cup on the counter and swallow, remembering how he tasted inside my mouth. It’s something I want to have over and over again. I read that pregnant women are horny a lot, but I’ve never wanted to taste, to kiss, to be with a man as badly as I do with Finn.
“Those words aren’t going to help me keep a straight face, mister.” I wiggle my finger in his direction.
He leans against the counter with his legs slightly open. “All you have to do is spend the morning questioning Lola about her and Silas.”
“Lola won’t mutter a word about it. You know how private she is.”