How to be loved

58 - I'm yours

How to be loved

58 – I'm yours

Becky's POV

"Show me you're mine, baby," she whispered, her breath warm and lingering. Her voice, a tantalizing blend of seduction and certainty, curled around my ear like smoke.

Her hands settled on my waist, and a thrilling heat sparked through my veins. Each touch—gentle yet unmistakably possessive—lit a fire beneath my skin. She was so close I could feel the soft rhythm of her breathing, her chest rising and falling against me, an intoxicating intimacy.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" she murmured, her lips brushing over each curve of my back, slow and unhurried, each kiss deepening with a hunger that made my skin burn beneath her touch.

"Ba—babe," I moaned, my voice breaking as her mouth found the hollow just below my shoulder blades, kissing deeper, warmer, like an unspoken promise. Her lips traced lower, leaving no inch of skin untouched, savoring every shiver, every gasp.

"Mmm," she hummed, the sound a sultry vibration against my skin. I shivered as her tongue flicked over each vertebra, her mouth drawing lines of heat that seemed to brand me, her kisses pressing with an intensity that moved down, inch by inch, leaving me breathless, my entire body ignited and completely hers.

In one swift motion, she flipped me to face her, pressing me firmly against the wall. Her eyes, dark and fierce, searched mine, igniting a pulse of desire that left me breathless. She leaned in close, so close that her lips brushed against mine, tantalizingly near yet holding back, her gaze claiming every part of me.

"You're my girlfriend... just mine, Becky," she murmured, her voice low and possessive, and the words struck like a spark, setting my whole body aflame.

"Oh god, babe..." I whispered, feeling the world narrow to just her—to her hands, her lips, her eyes holding me captive. Hearing her say it, feeling her claim me with such raw certainty, undid me. I was lost, helpless under her touch, every ounce of my resistance melting as her mouth finally claimed mine in a kiss so consuming that I felt myself surrender completely, my heart pounding as I became entirely hers.

I surrendered completely into her kisses, losing myself in the heat between us, every inch of my skin alive under her touch. My hands wandered instinctively, mapping the contours of her body, and that's when I realized—she was as bare as I was, our skin meeting with nothing between us.

With one hand, I reached behind me to turn off the shower, the sound of water fading into silence, leaving only the sound of our breath and the beat of my heart hammering in my chest. I pressed her back, just enough to give myself a moment to take her in.

I paused, my eyes traveling over her body, drinking in every perfect line and curve. She stood there, raw and unguarded, her beauty overwhelming, the kind that made me forget everything but the hunger she ignited in me. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and droplets traced paths down her skin, highlighting every inch I wanted to claim. My gaze roamed over her with a shameless hunger, savoring every breathless second.

She noticed my stare, a slow smile spreading across her lips, and that look—bold, confident, and entirely hers—was all I needed.

"Like what you see, baby?" she asked, her voice a playful tease, laced with a confidence that sent another wave of heat coursing through me.

I felt my cheeks flush, but I held her gaze, letting a smile play at the corners of my lips. "More than you know. You're so beautiful, Freen" I murmured, my voice thick with desire, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

She took a step closer, brushing a strand of wet hair behind my ear, her fingers lingering on my jaw. Her touch was intoxicating, and as her hand slipped down to my neck, I could feel her pulse, steady and sure, echoing the rhythm of my own racing heart.