Chapter Fifteen
Fletcher
After our crazy, wonderful day at the water park, Jennifer and I drop the boys off at my Mum and Dad's house and then leave the girls at Patty and Bob's home.
It seemed like an equitable arrangement.
The change of venue had been my idea. I'm too bloody knackered to deal with the children tonight.
And besides, both sets of grandparents wanted the whole rest of the weekend with the boys and girls.
Naturally, they'll have joint outings too.
Jennifer drives us both home---but then suggests that she should take a room at the Millbrook Grand for the weekend.
I want nothing of the sort. So, as we pull into the driveway and Jennifer switches off the engine, I twist toward her. "You will do no such thing, Jennifer. This is your home now too."
"Yeah, but I don't think it's appropriate."
"Rubbish." I lean toward her until my lips brush her cheek. "This might be the only chance we'll have to spend time together alone. Simply talking, or even...something naughtier."
Her eyes flare wide briefly. "Oh, I see."
"The choice is yours, darling. What do you want?"
Her throat works as she swallows, gripping the wheel tighter. Then she turns to face me. "I want you, Fletcher. Every inch of that sexy body. On top me, inside me, kissing and fondling me then finally making me come for you."
My heart hammers, and my breathing grows ragged. "The things I plan on doing to you are absolutely filthy."
"Oh god, Fletcher, please do filthy things to me. The dirtier the better."
I clasp her hand. Lift her fingers to my lips. Kiss every knuckle slowly. "Let's go inside. Right now."
As we jog to the front door, my hands begin to shake, and I fumble with the keys.
"Fletcher, please hurry."
The sultry tone of her voice drives me mad.
I spin round, and she's right there. Close enough that I could kiss her. But that will wait until we're safely ensconced in the house.
"Kiss me," she whispers. "I need your tongue tangling with mine right now."
"I'd rather devour your cream. And the aroma of it is already intoxicating me."
Can't wait one second longer. My mouth finds hers.
Soft at first. Tentative. Then she makes a small sound in the back of her throat, and something inside me snaps.
I crush her against the door as my tongue tangles with hers.
She tastes like every decadent food on earth---sweet and addictive.
Her hands fist in my shirt while she drags me closer.
Somehow, I get the key to work and stumble through the doorway with Jennifer in my arms.
I kick the door shut behind us, pushing her against the wall.
She thrusts her tongue into my mouth with a ravenous hunger that makes me growl and grunt.
"Hurry, Fletcher. I've wanted this for so long, I can't hold back much longer."
"Neither can I."
She's right. I've been fighting this attraction ever since our first forbidden encounter.
How many times did I tell myself it was inappropriate, and we can't do it again.
She deserves better than a knackered single father with more baggage than Heathrow Airport.
But right now, with her hands on my chest and her lips swollen from my kisses, I've forgotten why I was fighting it.
I lift her blouse over her head, dropping it onto the floor. She's wearing a pale pink bra that nearly translucent. Her breasts are perfect, full and soft and begging for my mouth on them.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Jennifer."
Pink blooms on her cheeks, and that blush is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
I love watching her blush like that while my cock is buried inside her so deep that I'll know she's mine.
Completely mine. Maybe we should chat first, or perhaps have a sandwich.
No, you bloody moron, get naked and make her scream for you. Do it now.
I sweep her into my arms, surprising her with a low grunt of effort.
Once she locks her arms lock around my neck, I carry her toward the stairs and take them three at a time.
My bedroom's just down the hall. So, I kick the door open with my foot, not bothering with the lamp.
The moonlight spilling through the window is enough, and I lay her down on my bed.
Jennifer reaches behind her back to unhook her pink bra, tossing it away.
The garment lands on the floor halfway across the room.
The rest of her clothes go next. Her luscious tits are even more beautiful than I remembered, full and perfect, with nipples that make my mouth water.
I drag my tongue over my lips as I reach for her, desperate to taste her skin again. But Jennifer as other ideas.
"Your turn, Big Daddy," she purrs. "Strip, Fletcher. Now."
I fling my shirt away, and it flutters to the floor.
Then her hands are on my chest, exploring every ridge and valley.
I shut my eyes and let myself feel every sensation.
Her soft fingers explore me while I try to unzip my trousers.
My hands are trembling, which makes it difficult to undress, especially with Jennifer virtually salivating when she gazes at my cock.
But with Herculean resolve, I finally ditch my trousers.
Next, I awkwardly get rid of my underwear, nearly ramming my elbow into Jennifer in the process.
Only after I've completed that task do I realize I'm still wearing my shoes and socks.
"Fletcher, look at me. Please. Let me see every inch of that incredible body." She smirks as her focus shifts down to my groin. "No dad bod here, that's for sure."
Jennifer gazes at me reverently as if I'm some sort of miracle. Like I'm not simply a knackered single father with gray creeping into his hair and worry lines etched around his eyes.
Her gaze travels down my body, halting at my groin. "Let me tell you just how hot you are."
Before I can protest, she's kissing my chest. Working her way down with her tongue until she finds one of my nipples. I hiss in a sharp breath as she takes it between her teeth.
"Bloody hell, Jennifer."
She smiles against my skin. "I like the way you say my name when you're losing control."
My hands find her hair. Tangle in the soft strands. "You haven't seen me lose control yet."
I flip us around until she's the one against the bed. My mouth finds her throat. I taste salt and something uniquely her. She arches beneath me, pressing those perfect breasts against my chest.
"Fletcher, please."
I must slow down and make this good for her. But when she whispers my name like that, all rational thought flies out the window.
My hands work at the button of her jeans. She lifts her hips to help me slide them down her legs along with her knickers. Pink lace that matches her bra. Christ, she's gorgeous. Every inch of her.
I kneel between her legs, drinking in the sight of her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her green eyes are dark with want.
"You're staring," she breathes.
"Can't help it." My voice comes out rough. "You're perfect."
I lean down to kiss her stomach. She shivers beneath my lips. Her hands find my hair, tugging gently as I work my way lower. When I reach the edge of her knickers, I look up at her.
"Tell me what you want, Jennifer."
"Everything." Her voice breaks on the word. "I want everything with you."
I hook my fingers in the pink lace and slide it down her legs. She's bare before me now, and I've never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.
"Fucking hell," I breathe.
She reaches for my belt. Her fingers fumble with the buckle, and I cover her hands with mine to help. My trousers hit the floor, followed by my boxers. Now we're both naked, and the air between us crackles with electricity.
I lean down and crush my lips to hers again, thrusting my tongue deep, curling it around hers. She tastes like want and need and everything I'd been denying myself for months before Jennifer walked into my life. Her hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire everywhere she touches.
She moans, and eyes flutter half shut as she slides her hand down to my cock.
"Once we do this, everything will change. The first time we made love, we could brush it off as momentary madness. But this time..."
"It'll be more than just a hot fuck," she says, her words mirroring my thoughts. "But I already feel a connection between us, the kind that's deeper than lust."
That's all I need to hear. I sheath my cock with a condom and position myself between her creamy thighs and thrust into her, hoisting her legs onto my shoulders as I plant my hands at either side of her hips.
Once I begin to move inside her, I slow things down, taking my time so I can watch her expressions as I fill her up.
She's tight and wet around me, and I can't hold back for much longer.
Her eyes flutter shut as her lips curl into a blissful smile. A soft moan spills from her lips, their color now a darker shade of pink. Her tits shiver every time I thrust into her.
"Open your eyes, Jennifer. Watch me thrusting into you."
Her green eyes open, locking onto mine as I sink deeper. The connection between us is electric. Sacred, even.
"You feel incredible," I breathe against her ear. "But I can't take it slow for much longer."
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "Go for it, Fletcher. Make me scream."
I begin thrusting in earnest, faster, harder, wilder than ever before.
I can't think anymore, too caught up in our intensely erotic shag care about anything else.
The bed creaks and bounces while Jennifer shouts incoherently, something about my "huge, hot dick" and how much she loves it.
When I hit just the right spot, she thrashes her head and releases more incoherent sounds.
I growl when she digs her nails into my shoulders.
I know I'll wear those marks like badges of honor.
"Faster, Fletcher, faster!"
I pick up the pace. She meets my every thrust as I struggle to stop myself from hyperventilating.
My ears are ringing, but I don't give a toss.
Her tits bounce wildly, and her back arches so high that she might fly out into space.
I struggle against the need to spill myself inside her before I've given her everything I have.
She will come first. I'll make certain of that.
When Jennifer wraps her thighs around my hips, I'm gone. Her heels dig into my back, urging me deeper, and I drive into her with pure abandon. The wet sucking sound of our bodies colliding fills the air---along with the scent of her cream.
"Fletcher," she cries out. "Oh god, Fletcher, please don't stop!"
"Sorry, I---have to---stop---eventually."
I'll have a heart attack if I don't come right now. Her walls clench around me, and I know she's on the edge too. I slide my hand between us, finding that sweet spot with my thumb and circle it slowly, deliberately.
"That's it, love. Come for me, Jennifer. Come for me now and don't stop until I say so."