Chapter 56
MUSTACHE RIDE
FLETCHER
After everything that happened, I don’t want to be more than a few feet from Lydia at all times. In bed, we lie side by side, our bodies as close as physically possible. Her bump rests between us, and I rub soothing circles over her tight skin. I can feel our little girl rolling around in there.
“Does it hurt when she does that?” I ask curiously.
“Sometimes. She tends to kick my ribs and my bladder, so that is definitely not comfortable. She’s running out of room in there, though.”
“You’re amazing.”
A flush creeps up her cheeks. “So are you.”
“I can’t believe we’re here. That this is my life. I’ve wanted you for so long, Lydia. I wanted more, but I couldn’t rock the boat, and I was content. Truly, I was. If all I ever got from you was a best friend, that’s all I needed. Now, though, I can’t imagine it any other way.”
“I love you,” Lydia murmurs, smiling.
“I love you.” Leaning in, I kiss her. Something shifts from sweet and tender to a frantic need between us.
Our clothes are pulled off in record time, and our bodies twine together until the need grows too strong.
“I need you to sit on my face.”
“What?” she gasps breathlessly. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can.” I lie flat on the bed and pat my chest. “Come on, baby.”
Sheepishly, Lydia straddles my chest, and I move until my face is level with her soaked pussy. I glide my hands up her thick thighs, gripping her wide hips and pulling her down until she tries to stop me.
“Fletcher, wait. I’m too heavy with the baby.”
“No, you’re not. I need a taste of this soaking pussy. I need it like I need air. Now, hands on the headboard, and sit.”
I pull her down again, and this time, she lets me. My tongue slides through her pussy lips to find her sensitive clit, and she jerks as soon as I glide my tongue along it. I hum, letting the vibration on my lips add to the sensation as her sweetness hits my taste buds.
She tastes so good. I want to drown in her.
Lydia bucks, letting out a long, guttural moan as my tongue flicks and sucks at her clit.
I dreamed of a life with Lydia, of the sweet moments and a future, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dream of this, too.
I’ve wanted her for a long time, wanted to taste her and fuck her senseless.
This is a literal dream come true for me, and I’m going to savor every second of it.
I massage my hands over the round globes of her ass, roaming every inch of her skin as my tongue works its magic.
I can feel her getting closer, her hips rocking at a staccato pace. I can’t speak, can’t spur her closer to an orgasm with my words, but I hum against her clit again, hoping that helps. I feel the moment she finishes, her body twitching as she gasps.
“Fletcher,” she whimpers, and what a beautiful sound it is to have my name on her lips as she comes. Music to my fucking ears.
My hand flies to my cock; I’m so close to coming just from the sound of her that I have to grip the base tightly in an attempt to stave off my release. My tongue flutters against her clit still but stops when she shifts off my face. I miss the weight of her immediately.
“Did I kill you?” Lydia murmurs, falling to her side on the bed.
A goofy grin forms on my face as she pushes back my hair, taking in my soaked chin with a chuckle.
“I guess not.”
“Nope,” I answer. “I already look forward to the next time we do that again. As soon as possible, if I have my way.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Your turn.”
She moves to sit between my thighs, but I stop her. “I have something else in mind.”
“Oh?”
“Lie on your side and face the wall.”
She does as I direct, and I adjust our pillows, pushing her thigh up so she’s open for me. I slide my cock in without any preamble. I need this. Need this connection and touch.
Lydia gasps, her hand gliding behind her to wrap around the nape of my neck. “Fletcher.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Keep going.”
I do as she says, my hips rocking in and out of her at a leisurely pace. I don’t want a reckless fuck right now; I want to show her just how much I love her.
“I love you,” I breathe, wrapping my arm underneath her breasts, keeping her close to me.
“I love you,” she responds with a whimpering gasp.
“So much. You and me. We’re in this forever.”
“Forever.”
My heart clenches. I have everything I ever wanted, and more.
Her second orgasm hits her just as my own does, and I thrust into her a few more times, letting our breathing slow as our hearts pound in synchronized beats.
We stay together again until my cock grows soft and I pull out of her. I watch as my cum slowly drips down her thighs, and again, I use my fingers to scoop it back up and push it back into her swollen cunt.
“Mine,” I breathe, the possessive side of me coming out.
“Yours.” She tilts her head back for a kiss, then rests back on the pillow with a heavy sigh.