Page 72 of Beautiful Desire
“Tell me,” he murmurs before dipping his head down and capturing one of my nipples between his teeth, alternating between tugging on the jewelry and sucking on the bud. Peering up at me, his cheeks are flushed as he lets go and moves to the other one, but before taking it in his mouth, he asks, “Have you missed this as much as I have, Peach?”
A whimper falls from my lips as his tongue flicks against the pebbled flesh. I nod, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth.
“What about me?” he asks. Standing at his full height, Fletcher takes my chin between his fingers and looks me in the eye. “Did you miss me?”
The question leaves me feeling vulnerable, but I answer it anyway. “Yes.”
His hands slide down from my breasts, over my curves, until he’s gripping my hips, eyes never leaving mine. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says breathlessly. “Everything about you, Peach. The way your hair flows down your back, the way your big, round eyes look like pools of honey, how your full lips have the prettiest natural pout, and the way I can’t get enough of the smattering of freckles scattered over your face and shoulders. I could sit here and count each and every one all day.” Fletcher falls to his knees, peering up at me with so much desire pouring out of him, it makes my breath catch. “Your body is a masterpiece, Georgia. You are beautiful, and stunning, and goddamn breathtaking, inside and out, all at once. When I’m around you, all I can think about is how I can get closer.”
My heart is trying to beat right out of my chest as I gaze down at him, throat thick. I don’t trust my voice to not crack if I respond, so I don’t.
Fletcher grabs one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder as he buries his face right where I need him the most. His eyes remain on mine as he inhales deeply, then runs his tongue through my lips. My breath comes out in harsh pants as he does this a few times, my body thrumming with need for him. Fletcher pulls back, spreading me open with his fingers, and as his gaze drops, he lets out a deep, throaty groan.
“And this fucking cunt,” he growls, thumb gently tracing the piercing and then my clit. “It was made to take my cock.”
The more he rubs me, the more desperate I feel. “I need it,” I whimper, tone coated in arousal. “I needyou.”
The corner of his mouth tips up, and it makes my stomach do a flip. “And what is it, exactly, that you need from me, Peach?”
“Fuck me, Fletcher,” I moan. “Please.”Stay with me. Hold me all night. Don’t leave me.
A groan rips through his chest as he stands. Fingers coming to my chin, he tilts my head back to meet his gaze. “Well, when you beg me like that, how can I say no?”
Then his lips are on mine, taking them with fervor as his hands slide down to the back of my thighs to lift me up. I gasp into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck as he carries me over to the bed. Switching to an impressive one-hand hold, he uses his other to shove his sweats down, stepping out of them while never tearing his mouth from mine. My entire body is on fire by the time Fletcher lays me on top of the bed, and as I shimmy up to the top, he crawls over me, the feral look in his eyes making me tremble all over.
Wrapping my legs around his waist as he positions himself on top of me, I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his hard, thick cock before lining the tip up to my aching pussy. I need him inside of menow. Fuck any foreplay. Fletcher holds my gaze as he slowly eases into me, his lips slightly parted, and his eyebrows drawn inward.
“Fuck, Peach…” His voice is full of gravel and so fucking sexy as he gives me every last inch of his dick. Sliding his hand under the back of my neck, he uses his other to rake down the side of my body until he reaches my thigh, gripping the flesh with a firm hold as he pulls out to the tip. The eye contact is heady as he sinks in again. “This is what I needed,” he husks before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. “To have you in my arms, to be inside this cunt, where I fucking belong.”
Fletcher moves with slow, deep strokes that make my toes curl, every roll of his hips intentional and aimed to please. He fills me so thoroughly, my body stretching to take all of him.
Hefeels so good.
“You like this, Peach?”
I nod as a whimper falls from my lips.
His mouth curls into a smirk. “You think you can actually walk away from this? Fromus?” Fletcher’s hand squeezes around my thigh as a groan rumbles from his chest. “We’re too good together, Peach, and I know you see that.”
His movements get rougher with every word he says, and as he bottoms out, he grinds his pelvis against me. It’s heavenly, feeling him so deep, but also getting the friction on my clit. It’s electric, and my body basically vibrates beneath him as my nails dig into his shoulders.
“I know this isn’t what you want,” he growls, and my stomach flips. “Deep down, behind the fear, you don’t want this to be over. You care about me just as much as I care about you, Peach, and I fucking dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.”
But I can’t.
I can’t say that because it’s not true.
He’s not wrong, and that’s what terrifies me.
This feels different… It’s always felt different. Being with Fletcher goes so far beyond physical. He can read me in a way I can’t even read myself sometimes. He knew what I wanted and what I needed before I even knew.How is that possible?And right now, as I hold on to him like I never want to let him go, and my chest tightens and it gets harder to breathe, I know he’s right. Despite the fear clutching at my nerves any time I let myself imagine an actual future with him, I can never get over this nagging feeling, like I’m making the wrong decision. Like letting him go will be the greatest mistake I ever make. But how do I get past that? How do I let him in, after years and years of being so closed off?
Fletcher brings his hand up, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before caressing my cheek, his touch featherlight. “I don’t want to go back to how it was before,” he admits. “I don’t want to pretend like you haven’t flipped my world upside downin the very best way. Like you haven’t helped make me a better man, a man worthy ofyou.”
Pleasure swims through my body while pressure builds behind my eyes. He’s cracking me open, heart on display. Fletcher isn’t fucking me… No, he’s making love to me, and I can’t handle it, but I don’t want it to stop either. It’s overwhelming and vulnerable and fuckingeverything.
“Tell me you want this to be over,” he grits out. “And not from fear or what you think should happen, but because you honestly want it to be over. Tell me, Georgia, and I swear, I’ll leave here tonight and respect your choice, even though it’s bullshit.Tell me, and I’ll do it. For you, I’ll do it.”
My vision blurs, and as I blink, moisture spills from my eyes, falling hot down my temples. Fletcher doesn’t slow down, hips rolling into me as I crumble beneath him. The tears keep coming; I can’t seem to make them stop, and heat spreads through my veins as my release builds and emotion clogs my throat. I’m close, so fucking close, and the way he’s looking at me—like he can see straight into my soul—only adds to fuel to the fire.
