Chapter 36
NEVER LETTING GO
LYDIA
Fletcher frantically jumps to his feet, running down the hall bare ass naked.
“Where are you going?” I shout through peals of laughter.
“Stay there,” he yells from down the hall.
I stand, so I’m at least not kneeling on the hardwood floor, and the need to pee is suddenly all I can think about. I hurry to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” Fletcher asks.
“Bathroom!”
“Okay, fine. But stay there until I tell you.”
“Fine.”
I take care of things and wash my hands, staring at myself in the mirror as I take a deep breath. Fletcher just ate me out as literal fireworks shot off behind us. I wasn’t sure what the start of the New Year would bring, but I’m not mad about it.
Internally, I squeal. This all feels too good to be true. My pussy is still aching for more, desperate to feel him inside me.
And holy shit, Fletcher is stunning. I mean, I have eyes, but something about seeing him naked for the first time broke my brain.
His body is insane. Feeling his skin under mine, the way his muscles flexed and tensed with each movement was wild.
Not only that, but he continued to make me feel safe in that familiar way he does.
I was able to lose myself in the moment because it was with him.
No one else has ever made me feel like this.
After another minute, I hear him say my name.
I stride down the hall, fully embracing my nudity.
When I walk back into the small living room, it's transformed.
Fluffy blankets are laid out on the floor in front of the fireplace, and the coffee table has been moved into the kitchen.
Pillows are piled on the blankets too, and Fletcher stands there, awkwardly holding a pillow over his junk.
“Drop it,” I say with a smile.
His own smile grows as he drops the pillow, showing me his still very hard, very impressive length. “Like what you see, beautiful?”
I bite my lip, striding toward him. “You know I do.”
His hand grips my hip, and he pulls me into him, crashing our lips together.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Fletcher groans as his hands roam all over my body, my hips, my rolls.
“So are you,” I say through breathless gasps as we lower to the blanket-covered floor.
“Lydi, you’re going to make me blush.”
I lie back, resting my head on a pillow.
The air between us changes, no longer playful and teasing but drenched in seriousness. Fletcher settles between my spread thighs, his fingers going to my still-soaked core. “Are you ready for me, beautiful?”
“Please.”
He reaches behind one of the pillows, fingers coming out with a square foil packet. I stare at the condom, almost dreading using it.
“Wait.”
Fletcher stops in his tracks, leaning away from me.
“I was…” I swallow thickly. “I mean, I can’t get pregnant again.” I gesture to my bump. “And I was tested at my first appointment. Everything was negative.”
Fletcher rocks on his heels and drops the condom onto the floor. “I got tested a few weeks ago.”
I sit up. “You were planning on this?”
He shrugs sheepishly. “No. But I hoped.”
My heart skips a beat. “Come here, please.”
Fletcher leans in close, kissing me deeply, heating my body from the inside out.
A horrifying thought snakes its way into my brain.
What if he feels the same as Jude? What if I’m not enthusiastic enough, or don’t satisfy him the way we’ve both been craving?
This will change us forever. And if our relationship doesn’t work, I’ll lose him.
I wouldn’t survive that broken heart. Losing him would break me.
“Look at me, Lydia,” Fletcher breathes, his gaze locking with mine. The connection grounds me. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. It’s you and me, and I’m never letting you go. I can never go back to the way we were before.”
“Please don’t break my heart,” I whisper, a tear springing to my eye.
“I’ll protect it. I’ll protect you. Both of you.” He rests his forehead against mine, and my hands twine around the nape of his neck. Fletcher lays me back down against the soft blankets and pillows.
He reaches between us, guiding his cock to my core and pressing gently. Our eyes lock, those familiar green eyes filled with so much care and tenderness.
Fletcher watches me carefully, and I nod. When he thrusts into me, the moan that falls from my lips is completely involuntary. He’s so deep, but my body accepts him like it’s second nature. I breathe out his name as he begins to move, pacing himself as he thrusts in and out.
“Fuck. I never thought it would be like this, this good.” His head drops into the crook of my neck as he groans.
My legs wrap around his waist, his muscled thighs slapping against mine with each movement, my body aching for him even though it’s physically impossible for him to get any closer to me.
I scrape my fingers down his back, holding his hips. “Fuck.” I groan when he hits that perfect spot inside.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slowing his pace. “Am I squishing the baby?”
“No,” I rush to say, gripping his ass, making sure he doesn’t stop. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Never,” he grunts. He gets back to the pace he was at before, kissing me and touching me everywhere, branding me with every touch. Reaching between us, he finds my clit and deftly strokes it, matching the pace of his thrusts. “You still good?”
“Yes, I’m close,” I say, my body tightening in anticipation.
“Fuck, Lydia.” He whimpers into my neck.
My pussy clenches around him, my orgasm detonating unexpectedly as he rocks into me a few more times, groaning as he fills me with his own climax.
He stays inside me for a few minutes as we catch our breath. I don’t have words or even brain power to describe this moment. Lying here, with my best friend hovering over me, still inside me, I feel whole.
We catch our breath together, and when we lock eyes, we both burst into a fit of giddy laughter.
“That was amazing,” I say through my giggles.
Fletcher agrees, pressing kisses up and down my cheeks, my jaw, and chest as he pulls out of me, his cum dripping down my thigh. His laughter ceases as he watches the cum slide out of my used pussy. His jaw twitches, his gaze roaming over our combined releases.
“Why is that so hot?” he murmurs. “All I can think about is keeping you full of my cum.”
My cunt flutters at the thought of him filling me up with every drop of his release.
“Oh god,” I breathe. “Yes.”
“You like the thought of me filling you up, baby?” Fletcher tears his gaze from my center to my face.
“So much.” I nod.
He drags his fingers through the mess between my legs, circling my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Fletcher,” I gasp, my back arching as my still sensitive clit tingles back to life, sending a burst of unbridled pleasure through my body.
He continues to strum my clit, and my body is thrust into yet another hard and fast orgasm.
As I come back down, Fletcher stands, heading down the hall and starting the water. He brings out a warm, wet washcloth and cleans between my thighs. “As much as I don’t want to clean this off, I know it probably wouldn’t feel comfortable to sleep in.”
I shake my head and sit up. Fletcher helps me to my feet, but instead of letting me walk down the hall toward the bedroom, he sweeps me off my feet into his arms.
I nuzzle my head into his neck, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you.”
The connection between us is stronger than ever.
When he sets me back on my feet, I take care of myself in the bathroom and find him waiting for me in bed.
I snuggle up to his side, our naked skin pressed against each other.
I can’t get close enough. He’s awoken this burning heat within me, and now that he lit the flame, it will take a lot to extinguish it. I’ll never have enough of him.