Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 10

It was quiet as we walked back to Beckys flat. I had no idea how far away it was, but it didn't bother me. I was happy just staring at her. Becky held my hand all the way. I knew it was wrong. I could see she had fallen for me. She was acting like every other guy I had ever met, usually this was the point I ran a mile. So why was I still here? Damn, was it because I liked her?

"Ignore the mess," Becky winced as we entered her flat. "Its Minds mess, not mine."

"Becky, its fine," I smiled pulling her into me. "I didn't come here to look around your flat."

"Why did you come with me, Freen?" Becky asked softly, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I wanted to be with you," I whispered. It was true.

"What about the rich guy you came with tonight? I remember her from the ball." Becky was jealous. I could see it in her eyes.

"Alex, he is just a friend," I smiled.

"I doubt any man could be just your friend. Look at what you have done to me." Becky smiled crookedly at me.

"Upset that you have finally met your match in me?" I teased. Becky smirked, pushing her body hard against mine. My body was burning again. I could feel the fireworks beginning to explode as her hands moved across my dress to undo it.

"I wish you were my match, Freen," Becky muttered as my dress fell to the floor. "Then I would never have to let you go." Becky looked me up and down. I was panting as she licked her lips. She pulled me up into her arms, carrying me into her bedroom, shutting the door with her leg. "I might never let you go you know." She smiled placing me tenderly on her bed.

"Everything ends," I whimpered, feeling her fingertips caress my body. "We just have to make the most of now."

Becky chuckled as she leaned down and kissed me tenderly. I was drowning in her feelings for me. Her touches were so different from last time. Becky was actually showing me how much she loved me. My feelings were so mixed, half wanted to pull away, the rest to hold on and never let go. I surrendered in the end. No one had ever made love to me like Becky. I knew this wasn't the end - not yet.

I lay breathless watching her hovering over me, sweat trickling down her face, our bodies still tingling from the sensations. "Freen," Becky whispered my name in worship, "What if I can't let you go." Her face was pained. "What if I want to be with you?"

"Becky, I have no answer for that." I sighed, putting my hands through her hair. "I don't know where this will go."

"This isn't just about sex to you, Freen. I can tell." Becky smiled, trailing her hand down my neck. I moaned. "You react to my touch the way I react to yours."

"You know I like you," I smiled, lifting my face up to kiss her gorgeous lips. Becky responded kissing me adoringly. My body was in spasms from her tender touch. "Trust me, usually when guy admits his feelings I run in the opposite direction."

"You do?" Becky asked surprised.

"Men don't want me," I laughed. "I bet even you don't want me really. You want the dream - the money. You might not realise it, but that is what you have fallen for. Not me," I sighed sadly, knowing every word was probably true.

Becky stared at me in shocked. When she finally spoke her voice was strained. "Freen . . .how could you think that about me?" Becky moved off me and sat up on the side of the bed. "I fell for you before I knew who you were. Trust me when I tell you, it's not your money I want. It's only you." Her green eyes were a blaze of truth. As she stared down at me, I was breathless. "You have no idea how much I wish you had no money so I could be worthy of you." I sat up touching her shoulder. Becky turned to face me as I answered her with a soft gentle kiss. Why did it have to be Becky who loved me the way I always dreamed of? I could never keep her. "Freen, I . . . love . . ."