Page 21 of Unplanned
It goes against my nature to trust something spraying water near electronics, but I soon forget my consternation with the help of Becca tugging at the drawstring of my shorts.
Reaching back, I slowly pull off my tee-shirt as steam quickly fills the space. I drop my clothes, kicking off my shorts and underwear at the same time.
Towering over Becca, I lean in and take her mouth in a long, sensuous kiss, tasting berries on her tongue from the snacks we picked up from a roadside stand halfway to the beach.
Her tongue in my mouth is teasing, drawing me out. Resting her back against the wall, I let her know how much I need her, deepening the kiss and pressing my aching cock against her soft belly. Taking her hand, I guide her down there, reminding her how I like her to rub it.
The steam is getting intense, but I don’t care. I need to feel my Becca coming for me. I need to see her light up with joy.
Becca spreads for me, and I sink my fingers into her welcoming heat. Her back comes up off the tile, arching her body into me.
“Take it. Let me feel you take it.”
With a whimper, she squeezes my finger with her small muscles.
“That’s it,” I say, rewarding her with a caress over her hard clit.
My eyes are locked onto her face, those parted lips, those soft eyes fluttering closed. Her breath hitches as I work her over.
“Nico…”
I keep going, watching her arousal build and build with every touch, every kiss, every nibble of her lip, her chin, her throat.
More. I need more. “I need to taste you, Becca.”
Before she can respond, I’m kneeling in front of her in the shower, steam slicking my body and hers, making her tanned legs shine with sweat.
She spreads for me, and her scent sends me to another place.
At the taste of her heat, I nearly lose control of myself. I lick through her sweet, damp folds, astonished at how wet she is for me.
Her body writhes against the wall, needing something more, the sounds coming from her throat almost feral. More pressure?
I flatten my tongue and lick her hard, from the base all the way to her aching clit.
I rub myself as I stroke through her wet folds with my tongue, reveling in the ache. The need.She is so ripe. So sweet as she cries out my name.
I have to keep control of myself, pressing down my erection as I taste her. As I fuck her with my tongue.
Becca begins to shake. I go deeper, slower, harder as she bucks against my face.
In another second, her cries echo across the room. Her wetness gushes against my face, already slick and sweaty.
I don’t stop kissing her as she comes.
I was so amped to have this alone time with Becca that I forgot to stop for groceries and supplies.
I’m going to have to do the shopping because she gets hungry.
There are a lot of things I’ll have to do for her. She won’t be happy about it.
But I love the fact that we can lose ourselves in moments like this. I love that we can forget the world and do what we want, when we want to.
Twelve
Eight monthslater
Becca
