Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 16: Doubts

I wake up feeling a little broken, open my eyes. The sight of unfamiliar walls, in beige tones, helps my still very lazy, not yet swayed consciousness understand where I am. My hand involuntarily reaches for my lips, the edge of the lower one pinches a little from bites.

Memories immediately paint colorful pictures of last night, spreading through the body with a pleasant sweet languor, at the same time I understand that I am alone in bed, she is not nearby, and this thought scares me, forcing me to look around, in search of Becky. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see her, comfortably settled on the next bed, she is constantly typing something on the phone, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning with concentration. I secretly absorb her stunning beauty, unable to tear my eyes away from the perfect profile.

I can't shake the feeling that our relationship is short-lived. And that makes me a little sad.

I want to draw her for myself.

I want to be sure that she will stay with me forever, such... fully endowed with natural beauty and sensuality, I madly want to reflect her on paper, so that later, not having the opportunity to contemplate her real one, I can get the sketch out of the blue shabby, but nevertheless very important for me folder, where all my drawings are stored, which have the greatest value for me. To take it out and slowly run my fingertips over it, recreating in my memory a clear image of her: the juicy green of her eyes, her strong chin, the sharpness of her collarbones, the delicacy of her long fingers. What a pity that I am not able to capture in paint my feelings from her hot touches, from the sharpness of her fingers' movements inside me, from the sweetness of her plump lips

"Hi" I say to the girl, getting her attention. She looks up from her phone, giving me a light, gentle smile.

"Finally! Sleepy head! I thought this would never happen!" She pretends to be indignant, throwing a pillow in my face, then jumps up, throwing it aside and hanging over my face. "You're so cute when you sleep" she touches my lips with a light kiss, then pulls away, jerking the blanket off me "get up, sleepy head! I'm so hungry!"

Everything would be fine, except that I remain lying completely naked. The instant awareness of my nakedness in front of her, dressed, causes me an unfounded feeling of shame, I am shy and blush like a schoolgirl, tearing the blanket out of her hands and returning it to its place. She looks at me with bewilderment.

"Freen" she deliberately emphasizes my name, raising her voice significantly "Do you remember what we did a few hours ago?" She smiles mockingly, adding "if you have temporary memory loss caused by the most powerful orgasm in your life, then I will help you" the words flow from her mouth in a viscous, leisurely stream, she slowly and gracefully, like a cat, approaches the bed, leaning over my ear  "we had sex, Freen, and I was the one who undressed you, I would gladly go into detail, but then my breakfast will has to be you.  Although I don't mind at all. You're so delicious" she tickles my ear with her hoarse whisper, and I'm already starting to get turned on, but she falls silent and again unceremoniously rips the blanket off me, immediately turning her back to me "Okay. I'm leaving. I'm not watching" she raises her palms up, demonstrating that she surrenders, leaves the room. And I, taking advantage of the moment, try to quickly slip on tiptoe into the bathroom. I leave the bedroom, turn left, there are about three meters left to the bathroom, when I hear a loud, enthusiastic exclamation behind me.

"Wow, you have a great ass, Sarocha" I turn angrily to the source of impudence, who stands brazenly leaning against the door frame, not taking her greedy green eyes off me.

"What a bastard you are" I throw out before disappearing behind the door, interrupting her brazen admiration.

Twenty minutes later, we are already sitting in the hotel restaurant, gobbling up bacon and eggs and washing it down with aromatic coffee. The restaurant is practically empty, apparently, on vacation, unlike us, people do not want to waste time, staying for a late breakfast.