One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3)(41)

She groans with desire and pulls away. “I want you to spank me again.” She turns in my arms and presses her ass against my dick while placing her two hands on the bed, offering herself up to me on a platter. “Spank me just like before.”

My hands end up on her belly. An image of her abdomen swelling as the pregnancy grows thwarts me. She won’t be this size for long. Soon she’ll be bigger. I’ll be able to feel a bump, and she’ll be even more fragile.

I quickly move my hands to her hips, my body tense with fear when I reply, “I…don’t think I should do that.”

“What?” She looks over her shoulder, her glossy chestnut hair a curtain beside her. “Why not?”

I grimace as she stands in front of me wearing nothing but her thong with her seriously sexy ass bumping into my stiff cock.

My voice is pained when I reply, “You’re pregnant. It feels wrong.”

She lets out an incredulous laugh. “Is that a medical opinion?”

I level her with a glower, pissed off because she’s calling me on something logical when nothing about anything we’re doing is logical. “It’s just how I feel.”

Her brows lift when she realizes I’m not joking. “Oh, my God, seriously? I’m barely showing. You can’t honestly believe this could hurt the peanut!”

I wince, my cock begging me to change my mind, but my head not letting me move a muscle. Medically, this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m embarrassed to be thinking any of this. But regardless, I can’t bring myself to do this to her.

She turns to face me, propping her hands on her hips. “Well, at least pinch my nipples.”

I frown at her gorgeous tits. “Too much nipple stimulation can cause early contractions.”

“What?” she snaps, dropping onto my bed and pushing her hair out of her face. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

I shrug. “I’m a doctor. That’s a fact that I’ve actually retained.”

Her eyes are wide and fierce. “Well, I want a second opinion!”

Pulling my lip into my mouth, I sit beside her and jam a hand through my hair. “Look, we can still have sex…just…gentle.”

“Gentle,” she scoffs like it’s the worst idea in the world. “My vibrator isn’t gentle, and we’ve been getting along just fine.”

“Fucking hell,” I groan as the image of her playing with herself flashes into my mind. Goddammit, I want nothing more than to see her ass pink up beneath my hand as she cries out for more. I could come just thinking about it. But I won’t be rough with her when she’s in this state. It’s not worth the risk, but I need to turn this around or she’s going to bolt and never consider moving in with me.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Jones, I can still make you feel good.” My voice is deep as I slide my hand to her breast and palm it in my hand like a delicate water balloon. Her head drops back as I squeeze and massage her flesh, her nipple hardening beneath my touch. I trace my fingers around her buds and watch her chest rise and fall with need. “Just because I won’t spank you doesn’t mean I can’t still make you scream.”

She turns to me, panting for air. “Oh, my God, yes. Can you keep talking to me like that?”

I have to hold back my victorious smile before I reply, “Fuck yes, I can.”

Slowly, my hand trails down her belly and steals under her panties. I move over her smooth mound and swipe gently along her clit. She gasps, turning her head to rest on my shoulder as I circle her sensitive nub in smooth, slow strokes.

“You like it when I finger you, sweetheart?” I murmur, biting her shoulder and pulling back to watch her reply.

She nods, her eyes closed as her teeth sink into her lower lip. “Yes, I like it.”

I slide one finger down and push, my body tensing as I slip into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me.”

“Yes.”

I press my finger deeper, groaning when I hold it inside her and graze my thumb over her clit.

Her voice is breathy when she adds, “That was actually a pregnancy side effect that I didn’t really feel comfortable mentioning to you before cuz…well…you were kind of a big dick back then.”

“Is that right?” I murmur with smirk. “And now?”

She gets a bemused expression. “Now I’m comfortable enough to tell you it’s like a river down there sometimes…is that normal, you think?”

I have to look away to stop myself from laughing before I reply, “At this stage, it’s very normal…especially if it’s me you’re thinking about that makes you wet.”

“Oh, goody.” She wiggles her hips with need, and I pump in and out, slowly adding one more finger. She cries out when I stroke her G-spot, her hand covering mine as she falls back onto the bed and squirms with desire.

Possessiveness takes hold of me for a moment. I love that she’s on my bed, mostly naked, panting, and riding my hand like it’s hers. I could watch her like this for hours, but I want more. “If you think my fingers feel good, wait till you see what I can do with my tongue.”

Her eyes open as I lower myself onto the floor between her legs. I slide her panties off and spread her legs wide. My dick nearly bursts at the seams when I gaze at her sex, bare and glistening with desire.