Fated to You

Chapter 21- Serendipity

"Let's forget everyone Freen. Let's forget everyone and everything for twenty minutes." Becky lifts Freen's legs up and hooked them over her shoulders. She lowers her upper body just enough for her head to engulf completely with the shallow end of Freen's thighs; placing both arms on either side of Freen's hips. "I can't stay away from you. I can't and I don't want to. Feel your heart Freen and give up to it. Forget everything. In this world, right now, even if it is for twenty minutes, it's just us." Her voice had decreased in pitch and sounded so suave and low that it tugged at Freen's heart and yanked it.

"Let me taste you. Because Lord knows I've wanted to ever since you walked in my office." Becky murmurs, swallowing a big lump of eagerness and anxiousness as she begins to savor Freen's bottom lips with her eyes.

Freen's conscious of Becky's presence down there as she relaxes to the overwhelming sensation. She's conscious of it and she's not fantasizing it as she's done for years when she goes to sleep. This is better. Becky's tongue has yet begun its caress that Freen had already lost control of her body as she shifts sensually, closing her eyes and running her tongue over her lips to bite it sexily as Becky's hot breath brushes over her dilated vulvae.

Becky has missed this.

Becky has missed her. She was just taking her time, admiring Freen so ready and willing for her to do as she pleases. It's taking her everything in her power to keep calm and savor, minute by minute, until the twenty minutes time frame runs through. She cocks her head to the side to kiss the interior of Freen's thigh, slowly. She lowers as she leaves one kiss of the skin behind until she reaches the eager flesh that she's yearned to devour.

She feels home again.

Becky sticks out her ravenous tongue to make contact with the tongue hidden behind the two swollen lips.

Freen instantly quavers.

Becky takes in the entrancing natural scent of her lips and engages them within the warm caress of her lips – kissing her bottom lips like she would her upper lips; with passion, unbounded vehemence, and sensuality. She grips on her thigh with savage gentleness as if it would keep her from going too fast. She could feel Freen's heated emotions run through the veins that were pulsating against her tongue, as she flattens it on the pink area just up above Freen's vagina hole. Just as she was about to slide her tongue within that particular hole, the phone rings. And then rings again...

This woke Freen up as Becky stops just centimeters above her hole. "Answer it..." she says her mouth full of Freen.

"What the fuck!" she wanted it to sound as staggered but the vulnerability under which Becky's tongue had placed her only compelled her to speak with a breathy voice. "Becky –"

"Baby, answer it..." Becky repeats again as she goes on to continue sliding her tongue within her.

With weakened arm, Freen reaches over across the edge of the desk to press the speaker button. "Yes...?" she pants.

"Ms. Chankimha?" Hera speaks at the end of the line, "Ms. Armstrong had asked not to bother her but I have her fiancée here who demands to speak to her."

Freen wanted to answer but she couldn't find her words. She wanted to, especially since Mon is requesting to speak to Becky.

Shit! Mon is calling!

She doesn't know what to do. Her eyes roll all the way to the back of her head as she leans backwards, arching her back on Becky's desk. "Hera, tell – tell her..." she can't speak. "Hera, tell her that Ms. Armstrong is a bit busy at the moment." She thanks the Lord that she was able to say that phrase normally – though, in between the interruption of her breath.