Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian(46)

His honey-colored eyes ran up and down her body, and she decided that it  was time to circle back to her first impulse, when she'd entered the  bathroom. Time to pop that cherry. Her hands were shaking as she hooked  her thumbs in the waistline of his jeans and boxer briefs, she pushed  them down and as she did, she knelt down in front of Brian.

"No, I didn't mean …  You don't have to do that-"

Brian stopped talking as Becca wrapped her fingers around the thick base  of his hard column of flesh. Stroking up the shaft, she looked up at  him and explained, "I've never done this before. But, I've wanted to do  this to you for a long time. I want to taste you. I want you in my  mouth."                       
       
           



       

He cursed again. This time, it wasn't under his breath, and as she moved  forward and took the broad head of his sex in her mouth, he reached out  and braced his hand on the wall for support. She felt Brian's knees  buckle slightly as she sealed her lips around him and sucked the tip of  his penis in and out of her mouth, while she moved her hand up and down  his throbbing erection in illicit strokes.

With each pass of her tongue on Brian's silky smooth engorged flesh,  Becca's body became more and more primed with desire. Passion pounded  through her heart, chest and core. Rolling waves of tantalizing desire  crashed through her. Kneeling before Brian, sucking him between her lips  as she held his pulsing length in her hand, was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Her fingers tightened around his steel-hard length, and she moaned as  her mouth continued taking his engorged tip in suctioning kisses. He  tasted so good. Brian was the perfect combination of salty and sweet.

Deciding that she wanted more of him, she rose up higher on her knees  and guided him, with her hand, deep into her mouth. She felt his thick  head hit the back of her throat as his fingers tangled in her hair, and a  primal moan ripped from his chest. Figuring that must be a sign that  she was doing it right, she repeated the motion. This time, instead of a  groan, he growled her name. Before she knew it, she was up and standing  on her feet as Brian made quick-to the point of being manic-work of  getting her bra and panties off.

A thrill ran through her at the fact that she'd driven him to be so  animalistic, so forceful. Brian was usually so laid back, so seeing him  like this and knowing that she was the reason he was so hot and bothered  was a heady realization.

Becca watched, her entire body humming with arousal and anticipation as  Brian swiftly reached in and checked the stream of water. She licked her  lips, remembering the erotic sensation of his throbbing member sliding  in and out of her mouth, as he quickly sheathed himself with a condom  he'd grabbed from his jeans. Then he easily lifted her and set her  inside the shower, following immediately behind her.

As the water beat down on their bodies, Brian backed Becca up until she  felt the cold tile wall against her back. Then, dipping his head, Brian  covered her mouth with his. The touch of his soft lips on hers sent a  shockwave through her entire body.

And she knew, in that moment, that this was all she'd ever need; Brian kissing her, wanting her, needing her, claiming her.

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Brian tried to control himself, tried not to attack Becca the way he  wanted to. But she was not making it easy. First, that lingerie. Then,  the blow job.

Damn. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?

His hands slid up and down her slick body as his mouth devoured hers in a  demanding kiss. But it wasn't enough. He craved her. He needed to taste  her. All of her.

Lowering to his knees, Brian ran his hand down the smooth skin of  Becca's thigh slipping his fingers behind her knee. Lifting his arm, he  raised it up and rested her leg on his shoulder. Becca fisted her hand  in his hair and gasped at their new, intimate position before Brian had  even touched her. Licked her. Sucked her.

Water cascaded down both their bodies as he kneeled before her, his  mouth just a breath away from her exposed center, his eyes hungrily  taking in the beauty of her femininity.

Brian ran his fingers up her inner thigh then moved them up and down her  plump lips several times before spreading the petal-soft folds of her  womanhood apart, leaning forward, and brushing his tongue against the  sensitive flesh there. Becca cried out and bucked her hips as he licked  her again. Brian sucked her juices as they coated his tongue; she tasted  so sweet. His entire body flushed with pulsing urgency as Brian took  his time making love to Becca with his mouth. Exploring her, teasing  her, tasting her.

Over and over, he sensually slid his tongue up and down her wet heat.  Brian's lips brushed, kissed, and sucked the sensitized skin of her  core. Becca mumbled encouragements as her fingers gripped Brian's hair  tightly. The sting of her fists against his scalp shot straight down to  his throbbing erection.

Then, when he felt her body begin to shake, he sucked her pleasure nub  in his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he slid his finger  inside of her tight passage. Becca cried out as tremors rippled through  her entire body. Brian stayed with her, licking her, sucking her,  fingering her until the last spasm rocked through her and her body went  limp with satisfaction.

Standing to his feet, he held her up as she slumped against the wall, completely sated.

Lifting her eyes to his, she ran her hands up and down his chest. Her  fingers and gaze explored his chest, his arms, his abdomen. Standing  still, except for his chest rising and falling in labored breaths, while  Becca recovered from her climax and also got her fill of touching him;  Brian was torn. He felt like he had a devil on one shoulder and an angel  on the other.                       
       
           



       

He knew what he should do. He should pick her up, wrap her in a towel,  carry her to bed, and make sweet love to her all night long.

That's what he should do.

But what he wanted to do and what he should do were two very different things.

Maybe if he hadn't had the day he'd had. Maybe if he hadn't wanted her  so badly for a year. Maybe if he hadn't had to watch helplessly for a  month while another man had flirted, touched, and kissed Becca right in  front of him. Maybe if she hadn't been wearing the sexiest bra and  panties he'd ever seen beneath her T-shirt and shorts. Maybe if she  hadn't told him that she'd never done that before but wanted to taste  him, to take him in her mouth. Maybe if she wasn't looking up at him  with that look in her eyes right now.

Then maybe he would have done what he should do.

But today had been a shitty day. He had wanted her so badly that he  hadn't been able to think straight for a year. He had watched while she  and Colton had dated right in front of him. She had worn white, lacy,  see-through bra and panties. She had dropped to her knees and said that  she'd wanted him in her mouth. And she was looking up at him with ‘fuck  me' eyes right now.

So, he reasoned, it looked like they wanted the same thing.

"Turn around," Brian spoke in a low, gravelly tone.

At his command, Becca's full lips parted and her eyes widened. She might  have been a little shocked at his provocative request, but she did as  he asked and turned, slowly, so she was facing the white tile wall.

Water beat down on his body, strung tight with need, as he stared down  at Becca who stood in front of him, naked, her back to his front. Brian  ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms. His eyes followed  the water droplets as they danced down the bare slope of her back.

After wrapping his fingers gently around her wrists, he lifted them both  up above her head and placed her hands flat on the tile surface. Taking  a moment he gazed down at the erotic sight that she presented with her  arms trapped above her head, fingers splayed across the white tile, dark  hair-jet black from the water-cascading down past her fair shoulders.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" Brian asked as his fingers tightened around her delicate wrists.

At his words, Becca's back arched, causing her supple backside to bump  lightly against his straining male heat. Even through the latex barrier,  Brian could feel the soft firmness of her rounded globes. His body  throbbed and ached with carnal need.

Brian kept one hand pinning her delicate wrists exactly where he wanted  them, and with the other, he ran his fingers through her hair and pushed  it to one side, giving him access to her bare neck. Then, lowering his  head, Brian softly nipped the sensitive area right below her ear. As his  teeth gently raked over her skin, Becca bucked her ass against his  painfully erect arousal.

"Mmmm," he spoke low into her ear as he reached around and cupped the  weight of her breast in his hand. "You are so fucking sexy."