eyes close. She sinks beneath the pleasure of the massage and lets out a sensual moan that lifts the corner of my mouth into a smirk.
“Mmm. That feels so good, honey,” she mumbles between exhales. “Thank you.”
I keep rubbing, making sure I don't miss a single spot on her foot. “You're welcome. You deserve it, baby.”
My hand slowly starts to make its way up her ankle, before sneaking up to her calf. I squeeze with the tips of my fingers, inching my way under her dress and up the back of Becky’s leg until her eyes open as she realizes where I’m leading her. She locks her eyes on mine, silently agreeing to engage in what I'm offering, and I know it’s about to happen now.
My hand keeps walking up the inside of her leg, squeezing her gently at first, before growing in aggression when I reach the inside of her thigh. Becky moans as I let my fingers find the outside of her panties, where I can feel the warmth emanating off of her. I rub the lace separating me from her wetness until I feel that wetness start to soak through to my side. Becky moves her body in a grinding motion, begging me to remove the layer between us, and when I do, I’m shocked at how soaked she is. The knowledge of how much she wants me makes me incredibly hard, and I feel primed to deliver on the promise I made to myself the moment I left Dr. Colson’s office.
I continue to rub Becky’s wet clit, running perfect circles over it as she grinds against me with her eyes closed. I watch her, enjoying the view from my seat as she relishes my touch. I want to kiss her, but I take Dr. Colson’s advice and just watch her, making sure to keep doing what I know feels good to her.
Becky continues to moan, and I keep rubbing, wondering if doing this will bring her to orgasm. I know how important the clitoris is, so I’m anxious to see if doing this can get her to the edge, as Dr. Colson put it. After a few minutes, I realize this isn't the thing that’s going to make Becky orgasm. I don't mind, either. While I want to make her come, this isn't the way I intended, and I’m much too eager to let go of the plan I had in mind. So, while still rubbing Becky’s clit, I lean forward and kiss her.
Our mouths are glued together as our tongues dance against one another. Both of us let out sensual moans as our hands start to roam each other’s bodies. The fingers on my free hand find themselves all the way under Becky’s dress, while her hands make their way to my pants and start to push their way beneath the fabric, searching for my erection. When she finds it, both of us let out excited groans. I’m rock hard, she’s soaking wet. It’s time for both of us to find our way to heaven.
“I want you, Sean,” Becky groans into my mouth. “I want it now. Right fucking now.”
My heart thuds like it has an amplifier hooked up to it, as the two of us stand up together, our mouths still kissing and sucking. We walk towards the living room with our hands still groping beneath the clothes of the other person until we find the couch. My leg bumps up against it, before we turn simultaneously and I fall backwards onto my butt. The second I’m down, Becky climbs on top of me, straddling me like I’m a horse and she’s ready to ride.
My erection presses against her, still separated by thin fabric, and I feel like we’re both about to explode as we pull clothes off. My shirt comes off first, then Becky’s dress is lifted over her head, followed by the absurd struggle of trying to slip out of my pants while our bodies are entwined. Eventually, all obstacles are removed, and there's nothing left between us but heat and passion.
11
~ Sean ~
There's nothing slow about it tonight. Nothing gentle or romantic. Tonight, Becky wants to be fucked. She wants to be torn apart, and to tear me apart. She craves being handled roughly and for it all to end with an earth-shattering orgasm that rumbles the street our house is on. I can tell from how fast she jumps on top of me the second our clothes are off. In