24. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
SHYLOH
Becca, standing outside of my tent and wanting to come in, was not what I expected on my bingo card tonight, but I’d happily take it. I opened the tent’s flap, letting her know she could come in. The space was limited and having her in the same close-knit space as me was a whole other level of claustrophobia or something like I-want-to-have-sex-erphobia… something to that extent.
“So, what brings you to this part of town?” I asked her, watching how she tucked her hair behind her ear and nibbled at her bottom lip.
“Ha. Very funny. I just… I…”
“Wanted… that orgasm again? ”
Jade eyes flashed to mine with shock, but not disagreement. That was exactly why she was here. Her fingers danced around each other as she glanced down at them. I tilted my head in intrigue because this was the first time I’d ever seen Becca Dawson… nervous.
“Are you nervous?”
She gasped. “No! I’ve just never done this before.”
“Done what? Asked to have sex with someone?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve never had to ask for—”
“An orgasm,” I said, interrupting her.
Her eyes closed briefly. “I’ve never had an orgasm before by someone else other than—the other night?”
My hand covered my heart as I took in this rather shocking news. “Wait. Wait. You’re telling me… I’m the first man to ever give you an orgasm?”
Her head bobbed slightly, and I smirked. “And that makes me the best you’ve had, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
Becca sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t have to say it like that—”
I moved closer to her, leaning into her space. “What? You don’t like how I say exactly what you want?”
Becca nibbled her bottom lip again and my thumb reached up to replace it, pulling her lip down slightly. “Tell me what you want, Becks. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I don’t want to say it out loud, it’s—”
I smirked. “You’re gonna have to spell it out for me Becks, I can’t read your mind. So, tell me, do you want me to kiss you? Like this?” I pressed a kiss to her lips and moved to her neck. “Or like this? ”
“Or maybe,” I gently pulled her on top of my sleeping bag, hovering over her. “Maybe you want me to kiss that pretty pussy of yours.”
She hummed in response to my hand grazing between her legs, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. “So, that’s what you want.”
I pressed my body into her with one elbow propped up by her head and the other toying with her. Her eyes shone with a soft glow from the lantern. “Yes, that’s what I want, Shy,” she said breathlessly.
Leaning down, I captured her mouth. A whimper slipped past her mouth into mine and I ate that shit up. My tongue swept against hers as we explored each other, over and over. My thumb pressed against her clit, giving her the pressure she wanted.
Her moans were becoming louder the faster I moved my fingers, but I stopped.
“Why’d you stop?” she whispered, and I smiled, looking down at her.
“Because when you come, it’s going to be on my tongue, understand?”
She smiled back at me, nodding as I pulled down her pants, exposing her underwear which were quickly ripped away. I was fucking tired of looking at this woman with clothes on.