her hair in that sexy way that women do, and it drives me wild. I want her, and tonight feels different. I feel more ready than ever before, so the second we enter the room and I close the door behind us, I take a giant step towards Becky and grab her by the hips before she reaches the bed. She lets out a little gasp, like I may have startled her, before settling into the embrace. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body close to mine, pressing my erection against her backside, making sure she feels it as I kiss her neck. She smells deliciously sexy, and the feel of her hair on my face turns me on even more, and my dick responds accordingly, twitching at the thought of entering Becky.
“Oh,” Becky blurts when she realizes how hard I am. “Well, hello. Somebody’s not ready to go to sleep.”
I press my hips forward, pushing my hardness against her butt. “Definitely not.”
As the words come out of my mouth in the form of confidence amplified by alcohol, I have a thought. Dr. Colson harps on communication and honesty. I know he’s absolutely right when he says it, and I also know that I dropped the ball earlier when I didn't tell Becky how I felt about Dr. Bishop, or how I’m attending therapy. However, just because I didn't tell Becky what I was thinking then, doesn't mean I can’t apply Dr. Colson’s advice now.
I’ve always been fairly quiet when having sex. I think a million things, but I don't say much. But, when you're going through a rut sexually, it forces you to reevaluate things a bit. My night has been filled with a million “What ifs,” and now I have a few more to add. What if I told Becky how much I want her? What if I told her how much I adore her and want to please her? What if I told her how obsessed I am with making her happy? Making her satisfied.? What if I told her?
I don't know how sexy that is, but when I informed Dr. Colson what happened when Becky and I had sex on the couch, he praised me for telling Becky that I wanted her to come. Becky didn't seem to mind either, because if I hadn't told her that, she surely would've gotten up and walked away, and we would've been right back to where we were when all this started. Maybe I'm not ready to tell Becky absolutely everything in my head just yet, but this can be a great first step—another breadcrumb left by Dr. Colson that could lead me to where I want to go with Becky.
“I’ve been waiting to come into this room with you all night,” I say into Becky’s ear, testing the waters. I kiss her neck again to let her know that although this is new, I’m serious.
“What?” she replies, taken aback.
“I’ve been waiting to come into this room with you all night long.” I say again, feeling more confident the second time. I realize now, that communicating honestly is the best form of communication, and doing it makes me feel brand new. Nothing gives you confidence in speaking like knowing you're telling the truth.
“You have?” Becky asks. She leans her head to the side, granting me access to her bare neck.
“Yes, I have,” I reply. “You're my everything, Becky. My entire world, and right now, all I want to do is make you feel it. I want you to feel how much I love you, and I don't want to stop until you sense it in the crevices of your toes. I want you. Can I have you?”
I don't even know where the words came from. Maybe it’s all the therapy and having to open up to Dr. Colson these past couple of weeks, but whatever it is, it feels good to speak the truth. Now, all that’s left is waiting for Becky’s response.
I feel Becky pull her body forward, stepping out of my embrace, and my heart gets that sinking feeling like the plunge on a rollercoaster. She steps away, before turning around and looking at me. She has a surprised expression, but I can tell it’s a pleasant surprise. Her mouth is turned into a passionate, eager smile, and to my own surprise, Becky steps forward and kisses me. Her tongue dances across mine before escaping my mouth as she looks at me.
“I’m not