Page 79 of Ruin The Friendship
We watch the fireworks for a few moments before Lydia whisperssomething.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you,” Lydia repeats, resting her head on my chest.
I kiss her cheek, and she turns her head, seeking me out. My fingers move up her body, tracing between her breasts, over her collarbone to her jaw. I turn her head so our lips can meet again.
She drops the blanket in a puddle at our feet, and my hands fall to her waist, gripping her soft curves. Dragging my hands up her side, I kiss her, the earlier, gentle kiss gone, turning into a heated one that will forever live in my mind.
“Lydi—” I breathe, my voice hoarse as I touch her everywhere. My hands skate over her body, her soft stomach, the curve of her breasts, without going too far.
Lydia breaks us apart, breathing heavily. “Touch me, Fletcher.”
“Really?” I ask, words not fully computing.
“I need you.” She nods furiously, her hands dragging down my chest to finger the hem of my T-shirt.
“Fuck,” I groan as she lifts my shirt. I help her take it off, leaving me shirtless and aching to feel her skin on mine.
Lydia traces her dainty fingers over my muscles, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this,” she mumbles absentmindedly, her eyes wide as she traces my skin.
“I’m yours.” I hook my thumb under her chin and take her lips again, stepping forward and pressing her up against the door. I hold her face in one hand while the other rests palm flat on the cool glass. She steps back, but her hand never leaves my chest, still drawing delicate circles and patterns on my skin.
“Where else can I touch you?” she whispers against my mouth.
A shiver wracks down my spine. “Wherever you want. Where can I touch you?”
Her eyes blaze. She reaches for my arm that’s on the door, pulling it down and sliding it under her chunky knit sweater.
“Can I take this off?” I ask.
She nods.
I kiss her gently, lifting her sweater off. The moonlight glows on her skin, making her appear ethereal. I can’t help it, I lean forward, pressing my lips to her shoulders, her neck, while my hands explore her body.
Lydia gasps as I cup her breasts through her thinly padded bra.
“Too much?” I whisper with a chuckle.
She rapidly shakes her head. “They’re really sensitive.”
“Ah.” A wicked grin takes over my face as I duck my head to the breasts in question. Her sharp inhale spurs me on. A glance at her face and she’s nodding, allowing me to palm them in my hand, finding her hard nipple through the fabric. I pinch them gently, reveling in the moan that falls from her lips.
“Take it off,” she whispers.
Like a good boy, I follow her directions. I slide my finger under the straps, pushing them down and unhooking the clasp.
Once free, she slides the bra down her arms, letting it fall to the floor next to her sweater. A groan slips free from my own mouth this time. She’s fucking incredible. Her teardrop-shaped breasts are better than I could have ever imagined, with dusky rose nipples that are practically begging to be marked with my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping like hell this isn’t a dream.
When I open my eyes, Lydia is pushing down herleggings and underwear, kicking them aside without a second thought. My dick pulses, and I make quick work of unbuttoning and shoving my pants down. Before I can shuck my boxers off, Lydia surprises me, dropping to her knees.
“I want to do that,” she says with a sly grin and a twinkle in her eye.
“Oh fuck.”
I’m not sure how long I’m going to last with her mouth on me, but I’m going to try, because this is my biggest fantasy come true. Her hand palms my erection through my boxers, and she leans forward, kissing the hard length through the fabric.
