Becca's Moments

Chapter Twenty

Becca

I stared into his almond-shaped eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. His body rested comfortably above mine, his face just inches away and his warm breath tickling my skin. Even in the darkness, he looked unreal.

He leaned closer and his lips brushed mine softly. Then he gave me a light peck.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and even.

I couldn't answer right away; it was a valid question. Was I really sure? Did I honestly want this, or was I drunk on lust? Once I made my decision, there was no going back.

He kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then shifted down to my neck, sucking gently and dragging a small whine from my throat. Goosebumps formed on my skin and I shuddered under his touch. Every nerve and vessel electrified with excitement.

He glanced at me and smiled, almost as if he read my thoughts. Then he went back to my neck, kissing and biting softly. My legs moved on their own, circling him and bringing him closer for more.

"Answer me," he said gruffly, and that demanding tone shot a tingle down my spine and straight to my core.

I whined quietly as his mouth continued its sensual onslaught—this time, my jaw. Even with my lips parted, I found it hard to speak and my brain refused to cooperate with my body.

Speaking of hard ... his erection pressed against me while his lips explored my body. He kissed me once more, his tongue stroking mine as his hips shifted. I had to make up my mind right now. But I might regret it. What if I do? Wait, no. Maybe I won't. Will I?

"Yes," I panted when his tongue left my throat. My brain finally complied with my body's growing desire. I'd hate to stop now and have his warmth leave me.

He watched me for a brief moment, then he rested back on his haunches and reached for the band of my Frenchies. Once he got them off, he was on me again; I shut my eyes and moaned at his fingers pumping inside me.

My stifled whimpers quickly turned to hoarse moans when his fingers sped up, all the while his lips suckled on my nipple, making me giggle.

Soon we were both fully naked and he lined himself up. I felt the tip of him and tensed, holding onto his shoulder for some kind of stability.

"Relax for me," he coached, his sweaty forehead against mine. My eyes slammed shut as he tore through me slowly and my nails dug into his skin. Being spread so painfully slow was torturous, but I felt the edge of pleasure behind it as he finally bottomed out. Then he kissed me roughly, his hips thrusting in and out.

I moaned into his mouth and sighed in relief at finally being able to do this. With him. "Kayden..."

BLEEP

BLEEP

BLEEP

The obnoxious sound brought me out of my sleep. I grabbed my phone and turned my alarm off. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, then felt the moisture between my thighs and quickly remembered.

I sat up in shock and stared at the wall for a few seconds. Then I looked beside me to find the space beside me empty.

That was all a fucking dream?

I groaned and swung my legs to the edge of the bed, getting up slowly while rubbing my face. Of all the things to dream about ... and I never have sex dreams. How the hell did Kayden make his way into my head even as I slept? I kissed my teeth and grabbed my towel before heading to the bathroom.

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"You dreamt about who?!"

"Shh!" I hissed sharply, feeling my cheeks go red.