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Epilogue 4

I just wanted to write something fun to blow off some steam...

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Freen squirmed.

It was both from the goosebumps shooting down her skin, as well as the fact that she could not use her hands. They were promptly cuffed to Becky's headboard.

"Babe, you know we have a condo right?" Freen bit her bottom lip as she looked down at Becky who was busy kissing the skin exposed by Freen's shirt as it rode up her stomach. Becky's mouth watered at the sight and could not help but flick her tongue along the expanse of tanned glory.

Freen wriggled. The feel of Becky's tongue along her stomach made an undeniable pressure build low in Freen's abdomen and she became very aware, as she is sure Becky has as well, that she was extremely wet in anticipation. Alas, her body insist on betraying her.

"You like this?" Becky mumbled against the skin of Freen's stomach and tucked her finger into Freen's loose shorts. "I could make it even better..." Becky grinned without removing her mouth from the gorgeous Thai woman beneath her.

"Beckyyy..." It was a warning, though Freen knew it didn't hold much weight. She would probably bend over backwards right now should Becky ask her to.

"Shhh it's okay. Just don't make any noises and we should be fine." Becky assured in a hushed voice as she slowly slid Freen's shirt up further, her warm mouth following suit.

"I'm not very quiet, Becks! You know that!" Freen whisper-shouted in a small panic, but Becky just grinned up at her, then dipped her eyes lower to Freen's mouth and her slightly parted lips.

"We could always gag you..." Becky wagged her brows but Freen looked almost horrified. "Since when did our relationship reach the bondage level?" Freen asked with her eyes wide, but Becky was already off of her and rummaging through a drawer of her dresser.

"Becky. No." Freen was firm, but Becky didn't care as she approached her girlfriend with a silk scarf and slid it gently through Freen's lips, tying it at the back of her head firmly. Freen tried to say something but nothing but a muddled sound came through.

"Just the way I like it..." Becky purred as she stretched her body out over Freen's like a cat trying to stretch. Freen's breath hitched, but Becky needed more skin. The clothes between them became suffocating and Becky had every intention of getting rid of it all.

It was easy to remove her own clothes, and it was even better being able to make a little show of it for Freen. Becky dropped to her knees over Freen, legs on either side as she straddled the older woman's lap. Freen couldn't rise up due to the cuffs above her head, but Becky made sure Freen felt every ripple of her muscled physique as she stretched across Freen like a lazy cat looking for attention.

"So you want to feel more...?" Becky loved teasing Freen. It was always so easy as Freen had absolutely no defense against Becky's charms, especially not since she was the love of Freen's life.

"What if I did this...?" Becky slowly pulled her shirt over her head where she sat atop Freen, leaving her in nothing but her lacy black bra on top. Freen gulped. Becky was gorgeous. She always had been and Freen would be lying if she said she hadn't been completely taken by the small beauty when she first laid eyes on her at the bar.

"More." It was all Freen could sort of get out of her gagged mouth and it made Becky grin mischievously. "More? What about...this...?" Becky bit her bottom lip as her dark eyes stayed locked on Freen's, her hands reaching behind her back in order to unclasp and shed her bra.

Freen made a whining throaty sound at the sight that not even she was sure what it was supposed to be or sound like. However, if the blush washing across her features were any indication, it meant Becky was doing pretty well in her terrorist mission.