“Christ, Clover. I’m going to— If you don’t want to?—”
I increased the suction and worked the base of his shaft. His hips hinged forward, and he exploded. His release filled my mouth, but I didn’t let up. This had to be unforgettable. Spectacular. He gave me the control, and I would be the sweet Clover who had given him the best blow job of his life.
More groans came from him, and he swung his hips back. He popped out of my mouth, his tip glistening, and yeah, I might’ve been a little proud of how white his knuckles were on the doorframe.
“I’m surprised I can talk.” He sounded like he just ran ten miles. He cupped my chin.
His gaze intensified, turning promising. “Your turn.”
Van
* * *
I had Clover’s knees spread wide and pushed up as far as they’d go. She was on her back on the bed. Fuck the pillow wall. I laid her out on top of them. My arms were shoved under her ass to lift her out of the cozy cradle they made. The pillows wouldn’t block me from her tonight.
I tackled her clit with my tongue, lapping and stroking until I found the rhythm that drove her wild.
She fisted her hands in my hair. “Van.”
The way she groaned my name was enough to get me hard again. I’d never come like that. Her hot little mouth had robbed me of all control and brain cells. My stamina had dipped, unable to stand strong against her soft tongue.
Now it was time to redeem myself. I wasn’t thinking about who I was competing with. I had to be the best. Unforgettable. Why?
Now wasn’t the time to answer.
She yanked on my hair when I hit a certain spot. Mentally, I was grinning from ear to ear. I threaded a finger inside her, and she clamped on to me, riding me like she was afraid I’d stop and she’d be left unsatisfied.
She could pull every strand of hair out of my head, and I would finish her. I’d hear my name bounce off these walls.
“Van!” she shouted as if on command.
Almost there. I added another finger, and a long moan left her. Her thighs clamped around my ears, and she arched her ass off the bed. I held her to me as she shattered.
“Van!”
I fucking loved when she said my name. I loved that she was sincere.
I licked up her release. She went limp, and I kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other.
“Oh my God.” She released her fingers from my hair and covered her face. “I can’t believe I yelled like that.”
Hell yes. “Don’t hold back on my account.”
I crawled up her body, laying kisses on her abdomen.
She froze. Shit. I had placed a kiss over the baby.
I traced a finger from under her ribs to the top of her pelvis. “How big is Bean now?”
“I haven’t looked up how big Bean would be this week.”
Scooting all the way up, I stretched out on my side next to her. All my clothes were still on the floor in my office. Hers were at the base of the bed. I’d pick up later when my obnoxious erection calmed down, if it would ever do that around Clover Duke.
“I didn’t want to get obsessive,” she admitted.
“It’s your first baby. Obsess away.” I rolled out of bed. Her phone had fallen out of her pants pocket. I retrieved it and went back.
She was wiggling to the edge of the mattress.
