Let me love you

Chapter 8

When it's just you and Beca, you realize that you don't know what's supposed to happen next. Is she wanting you to stay over or are you supposed to go back to your room? Your question is answered when she pulls you into the dorm room, closing and locking the door behind you. She leans against the wooden door and looks at you seductively.

"It's no big deal, right?" She asks, peeling off her jacket and dropping it to the floor. "I mean, you've already seen me naked." Her shirt comes off next and she stares at you as if asking you to make a move. "Only difference is, this time you can touch me."

That sends you toward her. You press her against the door, kissing her lips more fiercely than before, now that you're not being watched. She kisses you back, tangling her fingers in your hair. Your fingers move to unbutton her jeans and you pull away from her lips and ask if she's sure this is what she wants. She silences you with another kiss, pushing against you and moving you to the bed. As you drop onto her bed, you gaze up into her eyes, remembering the first time your eyes met.

Beca pulls down her jeans and begins to work on removing your clothes as well, until finally, the two of you are as naked as the day you sang in the shower together. Her lips move to your neck and your breath hitches in your throat at the contact.

"You're beautiful." She tells you as she hovers above you, stroking your cheek. "I'm ridiculously happy right now."

"Me too." Her head falls onto your chest and she positions her ear near where your heart is located.

You're embarrassed because you know she's hearing your heart beat, which sounds like you're going into cardiac arrest right now.

"I can tell." She grins, placing a kiss where her ear had been moments before.

Her hands move across your body, her fingers gliding across the top of your breasts. You let out a wavery breath and she smirks.

"I like this. The sounds you make. I'd like to record them and put them in one of my mixes..."

As you open your mouth to protest, her mouth closes over your nipple. You're unable to stifle a moan. Her hand slides between your thighs, hovering over your most sensitive area. You know you're bound to be worked up already; you've liked her for months.

As her fingers tease your entrance, Beca doesn't speak anymore. Instead she reunites your mouths, kissing you with vigor as she slides inside of you. You moan against her lips at the unbelievable sensation.

After she's gotten you off, Beca admits she's slept with a girl before. You beg her not to tell details for fear of extreme jealousy, focusing on returning the favor she had just given to you. You're surprised by how well you do at giving oral sex, but you figure it must be your musical training that makes you so good at doing things with your mouth.

The two of you lay in her bed together, the covers pulled up around your bodies. Her head is on your chest again and she moves her head up to look at you.

"I didn't expect this at all." Her voice is remarkably quieter than usual.

You smile at the comment before bringing your lips up to kiss her temple.

"I'm not so predictable after all, am I?"