Page 123 of Ruin The Friendship
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 andyearning 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.
