His pupils blew wider, but he didn’t move. “I need to watch you come.”
Lust hit hard, but it was tinged with sadness. Would this really be our last time?
He propped a foot on the floor and leaned forward enough to cup his hands against my breasts. “You know what I’m going to think about when I jack off in my new place?”
I moaned at the rasp of his palms over my nipples and wrapped my hands around his wrists.
“This,” he said roughly. “These tits and how they fill my hands.” He skimmed his fingers down my torso, outlining my stomach and stopping at my lower abdomen. “The little swell that Bean makes.” A shadow passed over his face.
Was he thinking about how he wouldn’t see how big I’d get? Would he miss it? Would he have moved on by then?
Instead of thinking about that, I covered his hands, framing my baby belly with mine. “You’ll still be able to talk to Bean. Anytime you want.”
“Just not when you’re naked.”
“Not naked.” I chuckled, and his gaze hooked on how my boobs jiggled.
He continued his trek, snagging my hand on the way down. My fingers twined with his. “Show me how you’re going to touch yourself.”
This would be the second time he watched me. The first was in that hotel bathroom. Now it was because he wouldn’t be able to touch me when we weren’t living together.
The hungry look in his gaze prompted me to slick my finger farther down. He stayed with me the whole way. Wet heat surrounded my finger, and I found my clit. Pleasure pumped through me.
Rolling my hips into our touch, my eyelids fluttered.
“Fuck, sweet Clover. Show me how you’re going to get off when you’re not with me.”
“I’m going to do this.” I undulated my hips with the rhythm. “And I’ll think about when you use your tongue and your finger at the same time.” I was going to be thinking about him. The whole time.
He ran his hands up and down my thighs. “Push a finger inside you.”
I shifted to ditch my clit and do just that. His intake of breath when my finger disappeared inside me heightened the sensation. “How tight are you?”
“I…don’t know.” I didn’t have any experience outside of my own body.
As if he sensed my logical brain wiping out the passion, he threaded his index finger inside next to mine. I could feel myself inside and out, but I could only feel him in a weird mix that flooded me with more heat.
A hard groan left him. “So fucking tight. So damn wet. No shower is going to replicate this.” He thrust in and out. “Rub your clit.”
I did as he asked. Pleasure ping-ponged through my veins and built within my belly. As I circled faster and paired with his thrusts, I cranked closer to the top of a cliff I’d gladly fling myself off.
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” He removed his hand, but before I could whimper at the emptiness he left behind, he stroked up and down his hard erection. “Keep going.”
I hadn’t realized I’d stalled. I resumed my pace, and he drove inside.
“Van!”
His growl was his only response before he started pumping. Our grunts and moans filled the living room as we each pushed the other closer to climax. He bracketed my hips and devoured me with his eyes.
We’d had a lot of sex, but this was different. The lights were on, there was nothing between us, and we knew it’d be one of the last times together, if not the last time.
I backed away from my peak as a wave of melancholy crashed over me, but he put his thumb on my finger, adding pressure to my clit.
I was back on the edge and teetering. “Oh God.”
“That’s it, my sweet Clover. Let yourself go.”
It was the way he’d added to my nickname that shoved me over the edge. “Van!”
