She lets me go and sits back on her heels, looking up at me with a pout.
“Robe off. Get on the bed,” I say through gritted teeth. “And grab a condom.” I close my eyes and take deep breaths, willing myself to calm down, to step back from being on the verge of coming. Once I’ve calmed myself, I open my eyes.
Becca’s on the bed like I told her to be, naked, condom package on her belly, staring at me with so much heat in her eyes I’m lucky I don’t combust. It’s then that I know; she wants me as much as I want her. No matter what she’s said about one night only, or not having boyfriends.
She wants me.
I crawl over her on the bed, lowering my body gently, kissing her. I lick and suck her lips, her neck, her breasts. Becca opens the condom and pushes me back so she can roll it on me, then pulls me down and lines me up with her entrance. She’s slick and hot, and so ready for me. I slide inside her with one long thrust, both of us releasing moans as I bottom out deep inside her. I roll my hips, pulling out slightly before sliding back in, pushing against her clit with my body.
“That feels so good,” Becca whispers in my ear. “Keep going.”
I continue to roll my hips, Becca’s hands on my ass pulling me in and dictating the pace. I feel her tightening around me, her breaths coming faster, and she rocks her hips more fervently.
“Right there,” she moans, “Don’t stop. Yes, Johnny. Faster.”
I thrust faster, still rubbing against her, until I feel her pussy spasming around me, milking me, urging me to come. I pull out quick and, using my hands to guide her, I flip her over.
“Ass up, babe,” I growl, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under her hips. She scrambles to get her knees under her, arching her back and sticking her ass out, showing me everything. I can’t help myself. I bend over and give her a lick, shoving my tongue in her pussy before kneeling behind her.
“Fuck. You taste so good, Becca.” I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, grabbing her ass and spreading her wide with my thumbs. “Everything about you is perfect. This ass, this pussy,” I slide the tip of my dick through her folds. “The way you look, the way you taste. I can’t get enough of you.”
I rest my dick at her entrance, teasing her, and myself, with tiny little pulse-like thrusts, not quite entering, until she slams herself backward, impaling herself on my cock. Her pussy is still fluttering with aftershocks from her orgasm, and I lose all control. I thrust into her again and again, harder, faster, until her moans and mine are mingling in the air.
“Yes, Johnny,” she screams, as her pussy clamps down on me, shocking my orgasm from me, freezing me in place. The fluttering of her orgasm prolongs mine as we sit there, frozen together, both of us only moving where we’re connected, until finally, we fall apart at the same time, exhausted, spent, thoroughly wrung out.
I take care of the condom and roll over, pulling her to me, her back to my front, and I kiss her shoulder. When she flinches, I kiss her shoulder again. I leave a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down to her wrist, before rolling her to face me and kissing her deeply. I cup her face in my hand and look into her eyes.
“You don’t have a bad side, Becca. You’re perfect everywhere.”
Her eyes get shiny, but before she can cry, she buries her face in my chest. I think I hear her whisper,I can’t get enough of you either,but it’s probably just a dream.
When I wake up a short time later, Becca is already out of bed. A look at the alarm clock on the nightstand tells me if I don’t get moving, I’m going to miss my tattoo appointment. My clothes are laid out on the end of bed. Becca must’ve collected them from the living room when she woke. I hear more than one voice coming from outside the bedroom, so I figure I should probably pull on my clothes before I leave the room.
I open the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to interrupt Becca’s conversation. I hear her voice carry down the hall, and she’s obviously upset.
“I don’t care what you think, Mom. Johnny is my boyfriend. I won’t go on anymore dates.”
“Oh, Rebecca. You’re being ridiculous. Of course you will. Just this last one. Next Friday at Club Redemption. You’ll meet Chris, have a drink, have a dance, and who knows? Maybe you’ll like him more than this Johnny character, and then you can let him off the hook.”
What the fuck? This woman is really something else. Showing up at Becca’s place in the morning to try to force her into going on a date she doesn’t want? What a bitch.
I choose that moment to come out into the living room, immediately walking up to Becca, pulling her into my arms, and kissing her soundly. “Morning, babe. I missed you just now when I woke up alone. You should have woken me when you got up.” I turn to face her mother, holding out my hand. “Hello, I’m Johnny, Becca’s boyfriend. You must be her mom. She’s an amazing, beautiful woman. You must be so proud.”
She shakes my hand, giving me a look like she thinks I’ll get her white suit dirty, or mess up her manicure. “Yes, I’m Rebecca. I’m sure you’ve heard all about me.” She gives Becca a look that I can’t define, but whatever it means, I know I don’t like it. Also, did she just say her name is Rebecca? So she named Becca after herself?
“Actually, I haven’t heard much at all.” I turn to Becca, dismissing her mother by turning my back. “I have a tattoo appointment, babe. Will I see you later?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. Of course,” she says, sounding a little flustered.
“Great. I’ll text you when I’m done.” I kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her, and she hugs me back. Her mother makes a gasping noise behind me somewhere, and I take that to be a good sign. If she’s surprised to see Becca hugging me, maybe she’ll believe this relationship is real and back off and leave Becca alone.
I let go of Becca and head straight for the door. When I have it open, I turn to look at Becca one more time. “Love you, babe. See you later,” I say, and then I close the door.
That was an impactful exit, but now I have another problem. Becca drove last night. I need to find a ride to the shop. Oh well. The look on her face when I said ‘love you’ was worth it. She smiled. I’ll take that as a good sign, too.
Things are looking up.
