Crossing boundaries

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Becky's PoV 🔞

Our lips met in a tender kiss, soft and slow, a gentle exploration of each other's warmth. I could feel Freen's initial hesitance, the way she clung to me as if she was afraid I might disappear. But I wasn't going anywhere. Not tonight. Not ever.

I deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of her, the softness of her lips, the way she responded to me with such sweetness. My hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. Freen's hands found their way to my back, holding me tightly as if she needed the contact, needed to feel connected to me in every way possible.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her lips, feeling her shiver at my words. I knew she struggled with her self-image sometimes, but to me, she was the most breathtaking person in the world.

Freen's eyes fluttered open, and the vulnerability in them made my heart swell. She looked at me with such trust, such love, and I knew she was ready. Ready to take this step with me, to give herself completely. And I was ready too—to make sure she felt nothing but love and comfort in my arms.

I let my hands roam gently, exploring the curves of her body, feeling the way she trembled under my touch. Freen gasped softly, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as I kissed along her jawline, trailing down to the sensitive spot on her neck that I knew drove her wild.

"Becky..." Freen breathed, her voice filled with need. She wasn't holding back tonight, and neither was I. There was no hesitation, no fear—just pure, unfiltered love.

I teased her, taking my time, wanting to savor every moment, every little sound she made, every reaction. Freen's hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching into mine as I kissed her deeply. She was mine, and I was hers, and in this moment, nothing else mattered.

As the night went on, our connection only deepened. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with love and passion. I could feel the way Freen's body responded to mine, the way she melted under my touch, the way she whispered my name in a way that made my heart race.

When we finally made love, it was everything I had ever imagined and more. Freen didn't hesitate this time, didn't pull away. She stayed with me, holding on, letting herself go, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced. Her trust, her love, it was all there, laid bare for me to see, and I cherished every second of it.

Our movements were slow, deliberate, a dance of passion and tenderness. I could feel the way Freen's body moved with mine, the way she looked into my eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of love and desire that took my breath away.

"Freen," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."

She looked at me, her eyes shining with tears, and I could see the love she had for me reflected in them. "I love you too, Becky. More than anything."

Those words, spoken so softly, so earnestly, filled me with a warmth that I had never known before. We were lost in each other, in the love that we shared, and in that moment, the world outside didn't exist. It was just us—two souls entwined, bound together by something far stronger than anything I had ever known.

When we finally lay together, spent and content, Freen curled up against me, her head resting on my chest. I held her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the way her body fit perfectly against mine. This was where we belonged—together, in each other's arms, safe and loved.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about how far we had come, how much we had overcome to get to this point. Freen was everything to me, and I knew that no matter what happened, we would face it together, side by side, just like we had tonight.

And as I pressed a final kiss to the top of her head, I knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning of something beautiful—something that would last a lifetime.

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