“Stop,” Becki commands. Her voice is so thick with desire that the word wobbles. “I…yes. Please. Just do one of those things. Can you? And will you do it? Now?”
“Yes. Quite happily.” But then I wince as the one thing that should have crossed my mind first finally crosses it now. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh. Uh, do we need one? I mean, no, of course, we need one. I just meant would you be comfortable without one if you knew I have…well…I have a clip? It’s birth control, and they put it—”
“Yes.” I nearly black out thinking about not wrapping up. Good lord, Becki was so tight when I thrust my tongue into her that I could have died. Imagining not having a barrier between us…well, my dick twitches in anticipation, and my balls get impossibly heavier that I swear they could drop down to my knees.
“I’m sorry,” Becki whispers. “I’m probably being really awkward right now.”
“No.” I sit down on the edge of the bed. “No. It doesn’t have to be hot and heavy and crazy like how every movie shows. It should be this. Two people telling each other what they want when they don’t know. You have no idea how much I respect that you can be so honest and fearless.”
“Fearless?” Becki snorts. “You have no idea how crazy scared I am. And as to the hot and heavy bits, I hope that’s coming.”
I let out something that sounds a bit like a primal, caveman noise before pulling Becki onto my lap. She straddles my waist, and her eyes are even darker now. They’re no longer surprised or afraid. She makes a noise under her breath that is just as needy and desperate before she kisses me hard. Her hips swivel against me, smearing her wetness down the length of my shaft, and I’m surprised my balls aren’t the things doing the blowing up at the moment.
She grinds against me a few more times before she’s confident enough to reach between us and guide me to her slick entrance. She spreads her legs wide around my hips and teases me, brushing her sweet, burning heat over the tip of my dick. I groan loudly into her mouth, and she licks at my tongue and lips frantically.
I let her set the pace, and she does, with the slowest of slow burns. My desire isn’t a slow burn, and I have to break the kiss and focus on not turning my teeth into powdery nothingness. When she sinks down onto me, taking just the head of my dick into her tight heat, I know it won’t be long until she slays me completely.
Becki wraps her arms around my neck and threads her fingers through my hair. As the head of my dick teases the tip of her entrance, she arches her back, and holy fuck, is this the same shy, uncertain Becki who just a few seconds ago said she was being too awkward? There is most definitely nothing awkward about this. Her lush breasts hover near my face, the pert nipples begging for my mouth. Just then, her hips swivel, and she grinds down, taking my cock another inch inside her.
She gasps right into my ear and starts becoming a living entity inside my head. I taste her sweet, rosy nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth as she tilts her hips and sinks down in one fluid motion, taking me all the way. I ache, throb, and vibrate inside her. I don’t dare move inside her because I think that’s all it would take to give my balls the encouragement to get the show on the road, which would mean the end of this, for me at least.
She feels so good with her tight walls wrapped around my aching dick that I throw my head back and make more caveman noises. That seems to encourage Becki because her hips swivel and move, testing things out. She doesn’t so much grind against me but does the most sensual, graceful dance in the entire world. I’m so mesmerized by her breasts right in front of my face—with her back arched, her head thrown back, and her eyes shut tightly—that I forget to even breathe.
Finally, I realize I can’t just sit here and let her do all the work, so I take her hips gently and clamp my mouth down on her nipple again, suckling her deep into my mouth. I ply her with my tongue, and she makes a noise deep in her throat.
“Aghhhhhhhharghghhghghgh,” she whimpers. She swirls her hips over my dick in a pattern that makes all the stars behind my eyes shine in technicolor. I’m not sure, but I think stars can be blinding.
Becki keeps going, and I can’t hold back. My own hips start tracing some artistic patterns of their own, and we both get frenzied, making my statement about the hot and heavy and crazy stuff seem laughable. I can feel myself losing control as Becki makes me wild. I know it’s only going to be a matter of seconds and not minutes until this is over.