Loving You, Couldn't Stop

Part 19

The makeup-free face of Becky in her arms made Freen still want to gaze at her beautiful, clear, natural face without getting bored. Even the morning sunlight was shining to greet them. Freen didn't want to leave the bed.

She gently caressed the face of the sleeping woman with slender fingers. The feeling she had now was the same as when they were still in love. She was the one who never wanted to get up and go anywhere, preferring to spend the mornings together. Although it was almost time for work, Freen glanced at the time on her phone and let out a small sigh. This morning, time seemed to be passing too quickly.

"What should I do with this mischievous kid?"

Freen softly pondered, her lips gently touching the forehead of the still sleeping person. She asked herself how to handle the trembling emotions she was feeling.

They had been together for three years, broke up for one year, and now they were back together, making love again. All these questions made her contemplate over and over again. She couldn't manage her own thoughts at the moment. Deep down, she knew why she could never forget this woman.

Because love had never disappeared from her heart, even though she still felt hurt.

Her thin lips touched her smooth, beautiful cheeks before sliding down to her neck. At the same time, the person being touched began to sense something that disrupted her precious rest time.

Becky tried to open her eyes and wake up, but her body was experiencing something else. Instead of focusing on who dared to disturb her, she realized she had only slept for a few hours. And she knew there was probably only one person who could make her feel this way.

"P'Freen... Uh," she moaned hoarsely.

As soon as her bosoms were touched by Freen, who was hidden under the thick blanket, teased and nibbled on them. It wasn't difficult to awaken her desires. Perhaps it was P'Freen touch that made her body so sensitive.

Becky bit her lip as she felt the tip of Freen tongue gently caresses the tops of her bosoms, moving faster and faster, causing her breath to come in short gasps. With slender hands, she pulled the blanket almost to the point of tearing it, as the sensitive spot was touched by the face hidden underneath. She felt an intense thirst, her voice filled with endless excitement.

If she had to count how long it took for the tip of her tongue to reach the end of her desire, she couldn't say for certain. Every time she was caressed, her senses would suddenly become overwhelmed, and she didn't want to think about anything else except surrendering to the rhythm of happiness, leading them both to the ultimate pleasure they desired from each other.

Becky wanted to lift her hips and escape from the aggressor who only intensified the touch instead of allowing her to rest and alleviate her fatigue. But when the tip of her tongue stopped touching, it was her who called out to be touched, craving the familiar sensation.

The yearning to touch each other's bodies returned, and they didn't want to be apart from each other, even for a second, just like when they lived together. Gasping for breath and the sounds of joy filled the air as they reached the climax of their shared dream. Becky wanted to close her eyes again, if it weren't for the sweet kisses that followed. Freen often rewarded her physical intimacy with passionate kisses after she satisfied each other's desires.

"P'Freen, I'm really tired," Becky sighed.

"Get some sleep,"

" P'Freen, are you going to work..."

Becky's voice trailed off as she saw the name displayed on the screen, someone from Freen's household. Freen possessively wrapped her slender arm around Becky's thin waist as she answered the phone. The conversation between Freen and someone in her house could still be heard clearly. It was a typical question from a concerned mother. Becky couldn't help but smile at the sight of Freen's bare back, which looked almost identical to her own. She overheard P'Freen telling her mother that she was sleeping outside with a friend and going to work.