Pretty Amazing Grace {Ryan Blaney || Sequel to Sweet Caroline} ✔️

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Ryan gripped Lydia's hips, guiding her into her bedroom. He dipped down, his lips crashing down onto hers.

She was intoxicating and in the brief time they had been apart, he had craved her. When she pulled him into a kiss, it was a relief -- maybe all wasn't lost between them.

Ryan tugged at the hem of her shirt before lifting it off. He paused at the small wounds on her abdomen -- wondering if this really was a good idea.

"It's fine. I'll let you know if it hurts." There was an impatience to Lydia's voice that Ryan had never heard before -- there was no lust mixed, it almost sounded like Lydia just wanted to get this over with and that made Ryan want to recoil.

But Lydia's fingers found his belt buckle so Ryan brushed it off as an over analyzation, fueled by the anxiety he felt for their situation.

Ryan cupped Lydia's cheek in his hand, leaning over so he was eye level with Lydia. He needed to get a read on her -- she was like a brick wall and Ryan never felt like he ever knew what was going on in her mind. But she wouldn't look at him, even though her hands were down his boxers.

A realization soured Ryan's stomach -- she was doing this to appease him, to keep him from talking about what had happened. She had been pretty clear in the car that she wasn't ready to talk about it but he still pushed.

Ryan moved to back away -- he couldn't have sex with her like this. But Lydia grabbed his wrist, her big brown eyes lifting to meet his. There was a hardness, an edge to her eyes that Ryan hadn't seen before today. He had a feeling that this was how Lydia had protected herself, Ryan had had to do something similar when he was with Stacy but it was tearing him up that she was doing it with him. They stayed locked in this silent standoff for a moment before Lydia pulled Ryan into another kiss.

This kiss was a hungrier, a little more familiar— everything all but forgotten. Ryan's hands tangled in her hair as he lowered her onto the bed. He slid his hand underneath the elastic of her sweatpants, tugging them down and then off, along with her panties.

Lydia grabbed Ryan's wrist again in an attempt to pull him up to her. He hovered over her, pressing another kiss but dodging her attempts to tug at his clothes.

He slipped from her grasp, parting her legs. Licking a stripe up her hot center, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Lydia had made no movement, no squirming like she had in the past when he had done that.

Part of Ryan wanted to quit, to tell her that he didn't need sex to distract him from talking, that he would stop pushing her to talk. But another part -- maybe the selfish part -- wanted to keep going, to make sure that she had a release. He had always believed that sex was a two-way street and there was no way he was going to let this end without Lydia having at least one orgasm, especially not now.

So Ryan positioned himself so his nose would bump her clit as he explored her folds with his tongue. He could feel Lydia's legs tighten around him as he picked up speed. Without missing a beat, he plunged two fingers inside of her.

She let out a low moan, grabbing fistfuls of the quilt beneath her. Her walls clenched and Ryan kept the pressure brushing against her clit as she rode the waves of her orgasm, his tongue lapping up her sweet taste. Ryan slowly pulled his fingers out, move his face away, his eyes lifting towards her.

He was surprised to see tears staining Lydia's cheeks. Without thinking, he leaned up, kissing the tears off of her cheeks. When he pulled away, the hardness in her eyes was gone, replaced with pain and confusion.

But Ryan couldn't help but feel like maybe this was progress. Maybe he had been able to break down her walls just enough to be able to start fixing this.

Ryan's eyes settled on the clock on Lydia's bedside. "Caroline is going to be here soon." Ryan slid off the bed, buckling his belt buckle. "Why don't you take a nap?" Ryan watched as Lydia pulled her clothes back on. "I'll come to get you when dinner is done."

"Are you sure?" Lydia asked, chewing on a fingernail.

Ryan reached out, smoothing her hair. "Of course."

"Thank you for being here." Lydia slipped under the covers.

"Of course." Ryan backed up to the doorway. He paused, unsure if he should say anything else to Lydia or to leave it as is. "I love you, Lydia. That'll never change."

Ryan lingered for a moment, his eyes steady on Lydia. He didn't expect her to say anything, she didn't have to. The mistiness of her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

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"And she's down for the count." Ryan chuckled, shutting Caroline's door behind him.

"You didn't have to do bedtime." Lydia poked her head out of her bedroom. "I could've."

Ryan shrugged, "I don't mind." And he didn't. He loved laying with Caroline and reading to her. He knew that she wouldn't be little for long so he relished the time they had together.

"Do you want to stay the night?" Lydia leaned against the door frame.

Ryan furrowed his brow. "I thought I was already staying the night?"

Lydia shifted. "No, I mean with me..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes falling to the floor. "I know that we're in a weird spot right now so if you don't want to, I'll understand. I'm not asking for sex, I just --"

Ryan found himself nodding, "Yeah, of course." Ryan had no idea what this meant, probably just that she didn't want to sleep alone.

But at this point, Ryan would take what he could get.

Ryan quickly undressed, slipping under the covers. He watched as Lydia moved around the bed, climbing in. He stayed still, making no movement towards her, whatever they were going to do tonight was going to be on her terms.

Ryan had hated the feeling he had when he realized that he had pushed Lydia into thinking that having sex was the only way to get him to stop talking. They were doing this on her terms now.

Lydia crawled towards him, her head buried into his chest. Instinctively, Ryan wrapped his arms around her.

Like a dam bursting, Lydia's body shook with sobs. Ryan held on tight to her, not saying a word. He didn't have to, Ryan knew that she just needed him to be here.

Maybe she was crying about what had happened in the last few days between them, but Ryan had a feeling that it went further back than that. But it didn't matter to Ryan, he kept his arms around her until the sobs slowly subsided.

"I think we should go to therapy," Lydia whispered, looking up at him. "Together."

Ryan nodded, he'd do literally anything to fix this between them. "Okay, yeah." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We can figure that out tomorrow. Get some rest."

Lydia nodded slowly, nestling her head back into Ryan's chest.

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