"I'm sorry, Cinder," I said. "But you're really not my type."
Becca reached down and petted the greying dog before she disappeared into the living room. I heard the dog hop onto the couch while Becca kicked off her shoes, still in my arms.
"Let's go upstairs," she said as she rested her head against my shoulder.
As I carried her up the steps, I realized that this could change everything. We never spoke about things, we just put everything on hold for the night.
Damn brain, now is not the time for you to wake up,I thought.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"I've never been more sure about anything before," she whispered.
She turned on the light as we entered the room and I went straight for the bed. Any doubts about how this would affect our friendship were gone. All I could think about was how I was going to make her scream before the morning came.
I set her down on the bed and removed my suit jacket, tossing it aside. She was crawling toward the headboard when I grabbed her foot.
"First things first," I said. "Your jeans have to go."
Giggling, she flipped over to her back and I unbuttoned her jeans, then lowered the zipper to reveal her panties. Trying to control myself, I growled as I hooked my fingers into her belt loops and lowered her jeans past her hips as I kissed her stomach.
I wanted this night to last, but all of my restraint was gone. I was drunk from kissing her and as I yanked her jeans off the rest of the way, my arousal swelled further.
I undressed before she could change her mind. The last thing I wanted was for us to go back to being friends. I would do whatever she wanted, but I was ready for more. Based on her expression as she watched me undress, she wasn't going to stop me.
As she propped herself up on a pillow, she reached out to me. I wanted to be selfish and devour her, but I wanted it to last. I wanted to make love to her all night. I lay beside her and sank my fingers into her hair as my mouth found hers.
My hand slid down her torso to her hip until I reached her panties. I had had enough of her clothing – losing the jeans wasn't enough. I wanted to see her and to worship her body the way she deserved. Forcing my lips away from hers, I pulled up the edge of her blouse and lifted it off her. The more of her untouched skin I saw, the more my lips needed to touch.
I removed her bra and tossed it aside. As my hands drifted over her breasts, my fingers squeezed her tightening nipples. She moaned as my tongue flicked her tight buds before I brought one into my mouth.
Her body trembled from my touch. As I moved from one peak to the other, my hands gripped her panties and slid them down her body, leaving her naked.
Spotting a cluster of freckles on her thigh, I moved my lips down her silky skin towards it. The lower my lips moved, the more she invited me to her womanhood by spreading her legs. I needed to taste her.
I nibbled on her inner thigh, close to her mound, and her back arched. Every touch awakened her body more. When my mouth finally reached the apex of her legs, I ran my tongue up and tasted her most intimate place.
Her moans filled the room as I moved my tongue skillfully within her moist heat. She gasped as her hips bucked in response to my pleasuring her, and I sank my fingers into her as I continued.
As I sucked in her sweetness, her body tensed before she let out a long gasp and cried out as the release took over her. I watched as her back arched and her head fell back. My hands slid over her breasts, pulling her taut nipples before she went limp.
She giggled as she caught her breath with a satisfied smile. She reached for me and pulled me close as she opened her mouth for my kiss.
My mouth hungrily consumed hers as my hands explored her body. My fingertips moved from her breasts, past her soft, quivering belly, towards her wetness.
As I slid my fingers over her swollen nub, I teased her opening before slipping them inside. A gasp caught in her throat, followed by a deep groan of pleasure.
I didn't know how much more I could take. My member was stiff and aching for her, but I loved focusing on her pleasure.
I slipped my fingers inside again, and she clutched at me with desire. Her eyes focused on mine as she bit then sucked on my lip.
I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to have her. I had to make her mine. I reached for my pants and grabbed a condom, ripped the wrapper open, and slid it onto my cock.
I positioned myself between her legs, and her heat made it hard for me to control myself. I pressed the tip of my erection against her moist opening.
Slowly, I thrust myself into her, a little at a time. I took it slow, enjoying the torture of having to hold myself back while her hips moved in rhythm with mine.
With our eyes locked, I pulled myself out, then thrust a little deeper. Her hips rocked with mine as her legs wrapped around me, begging for more.
