Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian(39)

This wasn't like the kiss they'd shared months ago. This kiss was not  crazed and out of control. It was measured, exploratory, possessive. A  spine-tingling kiss that reached down to the depths of Brian's soul.

As Brian fed off the pure sweetness of Becca's mouth, he felt her hips  begin to roll, seductively, seeking fulfillment against his swollen  manhood, which was straining beneath his zipper. He tried to slow things  down while he still could, before he was lost in a flurry of lust that  swept his self-control away totally. He began taming their frenzied kiss  with an unhurried exploration of her mouth. Tasting her. Licking her.  Claiming her.                       
       
           



       

Instead of cooling things off, the tempered pace he'd set pushed the  erotic tension between them to even higher levels. Becca's hips started  moving with more intensity against his rock-hard length, in slow  gyration, while he swallowed her soft moans with his consuming kiss.

In the back of his mind, he kept thinking, This is Becca. Becca! The  question of whether or not he should be doing this kept blinking like a  warning signal in his mind.

With more willpower than he was sure any human being had ever possessed  before in the history of man, he broke their kiss. His hands came to  rest on her soft thighs, which were exposed by the material of her dress  bunched up at her hips, as he tried, painfully, to get himself under  some kind of control.

"Becca … " His gravelly voice trailed off. He had no idea where he was  going with this. He just knew he should say something. It would kill him  if things got out of hand and she regretted something that had happened  between them.

He was trying to think rationally, but his mind was clouded with  passion. It quickly became clear that there was no way he could be  rational-not with Becca straddling his lap after she'd just kissed him  like she needed him more than her next breath. So he looked to her for  the answer. If he couldn't find the words to get the information he  needed, then he had to communicate in another way. His eyes searched  hers as they sat staring at each other; the only sound in the room was  their labored breathing.

Then, before he had a chance to register what he saw in the blue depths  of Becca's eyes, she let her hands fall from his shoulders and lifted  her dress, sliding it up her body and over her head. The sight of her  bare breasts being freed from her confining dress hit him square in the  solar plexus.

"Damn, you are"-he swallowed hard over a lump that had formed in his throat-"perfect."

After she'd tossed the pale-blue garment to the side of the bed, a  seductive smile spread across her face as she began unbuttoning Brian's  shirt. Inhaling through his nose, he slid his hands up Becca's smooth  thighs as she worked at his buttons, his eyes hungrily roaming her  nearly naked body, first drinking in her creamy, full breasts tipped  with pink, beaded knots, which were rising and falling under labored  breaths. His gaze followed the lean slope of her waist, continuing down  to her white panties. All-consuming need rushed through him like waters  bursting from a dam as he saw the damp evidence of her arousal.

As his fingers reached the apex of her legs, he spread her thighs  farther apart and the movement caused her wet heat to grind against his  throbbing, linen-covered erection. At the intimate contact, Becca's head  fell back and a throaty moan fell from her lips as she closed her hands  around his shirt in fists.

Her hips rocked into him again, and he hooked his finger in the side of  the silk fabric covering her female flesh. His body tensed with desire  as he saw her exposed tender flesh. Brian's mouth watered as he ran one  finger up and down the silky smooth seam of her swollen sex, spreading  her arousal on her feminine lips.

Lifting his eyes, he found Becca looking down at his hand teasing her  damp core. She watched his fingers gliding up and down her slick,  glistening center between her thighs. Violent need crashed into him as  he observed her watching him touch her brazenly. It was beyond erotic.

Becca let out a soft whimper as she bit her bottom lip, and he felt her  hips moving restlessly at his intimate exploration. Knowing exactly what  she needed, he tugged at her panties, pulling them farther to the side,  causing her lips to open. Then his eyes dropped to watch as his finger  pressed slowly inside of her tight passage.

When he pushed his knuckle into her moist sheath, her inner walls  clenched against the intrusion and her thighs tensed against his legs.  He waited, letting her body adjust. Keeping his finger perfectly still  inside her wet heat, he began rubbing his thumb in circles around her  distended nub.

"Oh that feels so good," Becca breathed as she grabbed his shirt tighter as she rocked her hips into his hand.

His heart beat erratically in his chest and a carnal ache spread through  him as he eased his finger in and out of her, never going past his  knuckle, while he continued sensually caressing her pleasure button with  the pad of his thumb. After just a few moments, Becca's thighs began  trembling and her shallow breaths became pants.

"Brian," Becca whimpered as her body milked him.

"That's good, baby. Just like that," he encouraged her.

Her eyes shut and her head fell back in abandon as her hips rolled  faster and faster against his hand. Increasing the pressure of his thumb  on her clit, he spoke in low tones, telling her how good her body felt  around his finger, how tight she was, how much he wanted her to come on  his hand. That was what sent her up and over the edge.                       
       
           



       

Becca cried out as her core erupted in spasms and arousal coated his  hand. He continued slowly moving his finger inside of her until she  finally collapsed against his chest. Then, slowly, he pulled his finger  from the wet heat of her sex.

Brian wrapped his arms around Becca as she recovered from her climax,  and he knew that, even if that was as far as things went tonight-or  ever-it would be the hottest, most intimate experience of his life.

"Do you have a condom?" Becca asked as she lifted her head, her eyes still heavy lidded.

Okay, maybe not.

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Becca watched the surprise in Brian's eyes at her question. She would  laugh at how adorable it was that he still didn't know how much she  wanted him, but her body was too busy enjoying the aftershocks of the  earth-shattering orgasm Brian had just given her.

"Yes," he said as he shifted their bodies so that she was now on her back and he was kneeling between her knees.

Hmm, this is a nice view.

Brian was sitting back on his heels and his shirt was half open. It  would have been off totally, but she'd gotten sidetracked. She could  only see a peek at the tan skin of Brian's broad chest. It was teasing  her and she wanted to see more.

Becca was just about to lean up and finish the job she'd started by  removing Brian's shirt completely when she felt her hips lift and she  realized that Brian was pulling her panties down her legs.

He really did have ninja speed.

As she slipped her feet out of the panties she'd worn when Brian had  sent her body rocketing into outer space, she felt cool air hit her  sensitized center and it sent a little thrill through her. Becca had  never really thought that being naked was all that sexy. In fact, she  usually preferred to keep her shirt on the entire time any sort of sexy  time was happening.

But this was different. Being with Brian was different.

She loved the way she felt being naked in front of him. She felt bold.  She felt confident. She felt like he was the one person on Earth who was  supposed to see her totally stripped down. Just her. All of her.

Feeling empowered by the boldness he inspired in her, Becca bent her  knees up and set her feet on either side of Brian's thighs. Then,  slowly, as he watched her every movement, she opened her legs, letting  her knees drop to the mattress so she was spread open in front of him.

She studied him as his jaw tensed, and quicker than she'd ever seen him  do anything (which was saying something), he was out of his clothes and  rolling a condom down his jutting erection. Becca watched, mesmerized,  by the fact that, as his large fingers slid down his length, they didn't  look particularly big in comparison to what they were holding. Becca  had had an idea of his size when she'd felt him while she'd been on his  lap, but Jiminy Cricket, she did not have any idea it was that long and  thick.

Her nipples tightened and her body began contracting, again, at just the sight of his manhood.

"Wow," she heard herself whisper as he removed his hand after their  protection was taken care of and she saw his rock-hard member in all of  its glory. And, oh boy, was it glorious.