Chapter 52
BITING MY TONGUE
LYDIA
Igroan as I shift in bed, my body aching after the long day yesterday. Fletcher is lying behind me while I cradle my pregnancy pillow, his body latched and intertwined with my limbs like an octopus.
“Wha—” he mumbles when I scoot away.
“I have to pee.” I throw the pillow from my front and roll out of bed.
After the shower last night, we went to dinner with everyone and dropped Dottie off at the hotel. She could have stayed with us now that I’m pretty much living in Fletcher’s room, but she chose the hotel a block away.
She’s going to meet me at the arena for the game this afternoon, and I can’t wait.
We decided to get seats in the lower bowl rather than a suite, since it’s just the two of us.
The only thing I’ve heard from my mom is a message from my dad letting me know she made it home safely, and that they were both disappointed in my reaction to the gift.
I don’t know where my relationship with my parents goes from here, but I need to figure it out.
Once I’m finished in the bathroom, I head back into the bedroom to find Fletcher awake and waiting for me. “Come here.”
I saunter over to the bed, climbing on and lying on my side so we’re face to face.
Fletcher pushes a curl behind my ear, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of my nose. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.” I smile softly, running a hand through his tousled hair. “How did you sleep?”
“Amazing. Though I always sleep amazingly when you’re next to me.” Fletcher’s hands smooth down my arms and over my bump where the baby kicks. “Good morning, my little ladybug. Did you keep your mommy up all night?”
I groan because yes, she did. “She was kicking or punching my ribs the whole night. Then as soon as she’d stop, I’d have to get up to pee, and the cycle would repeat.”
“That was not very nice,” Fletcher says to my bump, poking it through my shirt.
I rub my hand over Fletcher’s. “As much as I wish it would, I’m not sure scolding her will help.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you have practice this morning?”
I would love some time just the two of us before Dottie and I do some afternoon shopping for more baby things. After this weekend, we are officially going to move my mattress out and turn my room into the baby’s nursery. It’s time.
Fletcher shakes his head, trailing his hands up my body until they caress my neck, my cheek. When his green eyes meet mine, there’s a heat in them. “Nope. I’m a free man until three.”
“Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” I tease, gripping his chin and pressing a kiss to his stubbled jaw.
Even though my body aches, there’s still a constant and yearning need for Fletcher and all things sex. I genuinely cannot remember there ever being a time when I was this horny.
“I think I have a few ideas,” he says, kissing me deeply.
His tongue teases between my lips until I grant him access, and his hand drags back down my body, sliding under my sleep T-shirt to cup my sensitive breasts. My nipples harden immediately, so much more sensitive now than they were even a week ago.
I gasp into his mouth, my brain faltering as my pussy grows wetter.
“Fletcher.” His name falls from my lips as he tweaks my nipples and kisses down my jaw to suck on my neck.
“Yeah, beautiful?” he cockily asks.
“I need more.”
He heeds my request, moving down my body eagerly, and nudging me so I’m on my back.
I scoot up, pulling my shirt up and over my head while he pulls down my sleep shorts and underwear, baring my soaked core to him.
I lie on a pillow in a half-seated position, since the baby loves to rest on my lungs, making it impossible to breathe.
Fletcher lies down on his stomach, a single curl falling into his eyes as they lock with my own. A devious smile lights up his face as he licks a line straight from my entrance to my clit before settling there and sucking hard.
“Oh god,” I cry, gripping his hair.
His tongue flicks in circles on my clit, bringing me to a fast climax. My body shudders with the intensity of the quick release, my breath coming in quick succession.
“Fuck, Fletcher,” I groan when he doesn’t stop.
When he pulls back, his chin is soaked in my arousal. He doesn’t move to clean himself, simply licks his lips, offering me a cheeky grin. “That was quick.”
“You’re efficient.” I push on his shoulder. “Your turn.”
He flops onto his back, giving me room to kneel beside him. I take his cock in my hand, pumping it slowly, twisting with each long tug.
“Lydia…” Fletcher moans, his voice strained.
“Let me play.” I bend my head to take his cock in my mouth.
Fletcher’s hips jerk as my mouth makes contact with the fat head of his cock. I flick my tongue against the slit, reveling in the salty taste of his pre-cum.
Fletcher gasps, his hands flying to the back of my head to guide me up and down as he tries to control the pace. I let him, but only for a moment before I take over control, gripping the base of his cock with my hand, squeezing.
“Oh, baby,” Fletcher groans, his muscles rippling.
I try not to smile as I suck him deeper into my throat, saliva seeping out the sides of my lips as I take him as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks. Fletcher shouts, his hands flying to my face to gently pull me off him.
Pouting, I rock back on my heels and shimmy. Honestly, I’m quite proud of myself. He’s never gotten that close that fast before, so it’s a job well done. Fletcher’s hand replaces mine at the base of his cock, his fingers gripping tightly as he tries to stave off his orgasm.
“God, I almost came,” he murmurs through shuddering breaths.
“Why’d you stop me, then?” I ask, letting the fake innocence drip in my tone.
“You know why.”
“I think I need you to show me.” I lean forward, my breasts swaying.
He smooths a hand over my tits, plucking at my nipples.
“Hands and knees, beautiful.” Fletcher sits forward and kisses me quickly before shifting me to the middle of the bed.
I get into position on my hands and knees, eagerly waiting for him to get behind me. I shake my ass for him, and he groans, gripping my ass cheeks in his strong hands.
“You’re going to finish me before we get started.”
I press my hips back against him, his hard erection pressing against my bare pussy. “Please,” I moan, needing him so badly it aches.
One of his hands grips tightly at my hip while the other guides his cock to my core. He slides the head through my wetness a few times before pushing into my pussy in one hard thrust.
I let out a keening shriek, my upper body sinking into the mattress as I land on my elbows. Both of his hands are on my hips as he bottoms out inside me, pulling out all the way and thrusting back in.
Our bodies move together to find the perfect momentum that sends us spiraling over the edge. His cock hits my G-spot on the next thrust, making my pussy quiver and tighten around him.
“Fuck, Lydi—” Fletcher growls, one hand threading around my short hair and pulling just enough to tilt my head back. The other hand scoops under my breasts, lifting me so I’m flush against his chest. His mouth finds my neck.
“This pussy is so fucking good,” he says under his breath. “So fucking tight. Don’t know how I lived without you for so long. Can’t get enough of you.”
I hold behind his neck, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as my mouth drops open. His words are like kryptonite, and the change in angle is the match to set me off, my second orgasm of the morning exploding inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cum.” His voice is hoarse. “Give it to me.”
I couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure from falling from my lips even if I wanted to. I twitch and writhe as he holds me up, thrusting into me. He jerks, his pace faltering for a moment, and his warm cum fills me.
“Fuck, Lydi, I lo—”
His words break off in a whimper, and warmth spreads through me. Those words, the ones he almost said, have been burning a hole inside me for weeks now, but the timing hasn’t felt right. I’m glad he didn’t say it yet. I’m ready, but this isn’t the right moment.
Fletcher holds me tightly as our breathing slows, and he guides me back to my hands on the mattress, pulling out. His cum leaks from my pussy slowly, but Fletcher’s fingers are there, pushing it back inside.
I tremble when his fingers slide inside me, pumping his cum in and out of me.
“Fletcher,” I whine, my pussy so sensitive. It feels so good.
“Can’t let you waste it,” he says in a low, husky voice. He presses kisses up my spine as he slowly pumps his fingers.
I groan when he finally pulls out, leaving me so empty. I roll to my side, my eyelids fluttering shut. “I’m gonna need a minute.”
A chuckle bursts from Fletcher’s lips before I hear him leave the room. He re-enters a moment later, cleaning up before joining me back in bed.
He wraps his naked body around me tightly. “I think we have time for a quick nap before you head out with my mom, right?”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s not even eight. “Yeah, another couple of hours.”
“Good.” He kisses my neck, wrapping his arms around my midsection. “Get some rest, beautiful.”
My eyes fall shut before the words finish leaving his mouth.