I stood against my bedroom door watching her. Why was I suddenly so nervous? Becky wondered round my room, taking everything in. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked in her black tux. I hadn't even noticed what she had been wearing until now.
"Your room is huge," she finally chuckled. "My whole flat is the size of this room."
"Thanks," I smiled, finally removing myself from my door to walk towards her.
Becky saw my approach and smirked. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are Freen Chankimha?" She asked as her arms wrapped around me.
"No," I smiled, feeling my whole body shudder as I felt her undo the back of my bodice. Becky removed my entire dress in less than a minute, which was impressive seen as it took me half an hour to get into the thing. She removed her suit straight after and stood before me in just her briefs. All I could do was gape at her perfection, licking my lips in anticipation.
I stood there in my red lace underwear, hearing Becky begin to pant as her hands roamed over my body. "Fuck Freen, you're perfect. . . . Fucking perfect." Becky muttered, gripping my breasts firmly in both her hands. I moaned in pleasure arching myself into her. I was burning and never wanted it to end. Her hands began to roam further up my body. I had to close my eyes to control all the nerve endings in my body. Her hands rose up to my neck, when they reached the side of my face, they stopped. I opened my eyes to see her deep green eyes boring into mine. As her lips crashed against mine my whole body exploded just at the taste of her. Why hadn't I kissed her sooner? Damn, I could drown in this kiss and be happy for eternity. I practically jumped on her, wrapping my legs round her waist. Becky responded by grabbing my ass firmly, carrying me to my bed. We were still kissing furiously as Becky lay me down. Our tongues were colliding with each other's, fighting for dominance. I wanted to get lost, get so deep with her that I would never come back.
"Fuck me, Becky," I moaned as our lips finally parted.
"I intend to." Becky chuckled as she slowly removed my underwear and I became lost in paradise. . . .
I was exhausted but in a good way. No, not good, a fucking incredible way. I think it was safe to say Becky and I had gotten each other out of our systems. She lay panting, staring at my ceiling while I was still tingling from the fourth orgasm of the night. Forth, how did she do it?
Now I understood why woman went crazy for her. Becky was in every way sex on legs.
"Wow," I finally said once I caught my breath.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Becky turned to smile at me. I still couldn't get over her perfect body. She could have been carved by the Gods, every inch of her.
"What time is it?" I asked, stretching over her naked chest to grab my alarm. Becky pulled me down towards her. "Aren't you tired?" I giggled as her hands cupped my naked breasts.
"I have been waiting for this night for six weeks, Freen. I usually won't wait six minutes, let alone six weeks," she teased, tracing her thumbs over my nipples. God, she was good. "I want to make you come at least one more time before I go." She ran her hand down my body. Becky was killing me. I never wanted her to stop.
It had to be about 6am when we finally stopped. I knew my parents might surface soon and would go insane if they found Becky here with me.
"Becky," I turned to look at her, realising she had finally fallen asleep. The sight was so beautiful, she took my breath away, but I knew I had to wake her. "Becky," I nudged her and she stirred. "Becky, come on you need to get up."
"What time is it?" She muttered, still half asleep.
"Nearly six. Come on, my parents might be up soon."
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Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)
RomanceHave you ever wondered what it would be like to live a life of glamour and intrigue? That's exactly what Freen experiences in her million dollar life. All she wants is one unforgettable night with Becky, the sexy barwoman at Loveheart nightclub who'...
