TAMED | FREENBECKY

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Waking up on full-moon mornings was always the same. As soon as Freen came into awareness, a riot of sensation hit her full force, starting between her thighs and exploding outward. What had been merely a heightened libido when she went to sleep had evolved overnight into a painful ache so intense Freen groaned helplessly. All she knew was the need to fuck and be fucked.

On her first full-moon morning with Becca, who knew exactly what to expect and yet still slept beside her in the nude, the presence of a warm body pressed against Freen's introduced brand-new torment into an already-difficult morning ritual. The faint, light scent of Becca's pussy filled Freen's nostrils, so sweetly fragrant it made Freen's mouth water and her blood surge. She fisted her hands at her sides, all too aware that acting on her instincts was not an option.

After their frenzied coupling the last time Freen had been under the sway of the full moon, she'd sworn to herself that she wouldn't allow her need to overwhelm her sense of caution toward Becca. It didn't matter that Becca had gotten pleasure from their rough sex. Freen was stronger than normal on full-moon days and less connected to reality. That was a dangerous combination.

A warm hand landed on Freen's thigh. "Are you all right, darling?"

Freen rolled onto her side away from Becca, drawing her knees close to her chest. She closed her eyes and tried to control the trembling of her hands. Becca's soft touch had very nearly snapped her tenuous hold on her control.

"It hurts," Freen moaned. Now that Becca knew everything, Freen didn't see any reason not to be honest. "I'm sorry."

Becca moved closer, making Freen quake at the gentle press of bare breasts against her back. "Let me help you."

"You shouldn't touch me." Freen had trouble forcing the words out. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," Becca murmured, pulling on Freen's shoulder. "I trust you."

But Freen didn't trust herself. "Maybe I should touch myself first. Take the edge off."

"Don't be ridiculous." Becca tore the comforter off Freen's body, exposing her oversensitized skin to the cool air. "You're in pain. Let me try to ease it."

Freen moaned again and rolled onto her back. Her legs fell open and she dropped her hand to brush against her clit, wincing at pleasure so razor-sharp it hurt. Masturbation usually helped, but right now it was hard to concentrate on what she was doing. Freen gasped when Becca crawled between her legs and pushed her hand out of the way. Then she shouted hoarsely when the soft, wet heat of Becca's mouth covered her throbbing pussy, triggering an orgasm that spread instant relief to the tips of her toes.

"Oh," Freen cried out, tangling her hands in Becca's hair to keep her close. The slow, gentle motion of Becca's tongue against her labia kept her climax going, each contraction and wave of pleasure further lessening the pain of arousal. Staring down the length of her body into Becca's loving gaze, Freen tightened her fingers in Becca's hair, full of gratitude. "Just like that, babe. Don't stop."

Becca's eyes twinkled as she shook her head, swiping her tongue around Freen's clit. She didn't pull her mouth away to answer.

It took almost twenty minutes of Becca's ministrations before Freen felt capable of rational thought. Aware that they both needed a break, Freen tapped Becca on the shoulder. "Come here and kiss me."

Becca surged up the length of Freen's body, a fabulous grin on her face, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Freen wrapped one arm around Becca's back and slipped her other hand between Becca's thighs, pushing her fingers between Becca's slick folds. She angled a single finger inside Becca, then pressed her thumb against Becca's clit, rubbing fast circles. Without breaking their kiss, Freen quickly brought Becca to orgasm with a few practiced strokes of her hand.