Chapter 8 Steven
STEVEN
My eyes are glued to Becca as she slowly walks toward my bedroom while wearing my clothing.
Something about seeing the woman you love in your clothes can drive any sane man into madness.
She’s actually here … in my house, heading to my bed. This is unreal.
This is definitely something I could get used to seeing.
The feelings I had for her haven’t faltered one bit, even after she broke my heart.
I knew that she didn’t do it to be malicious because I know her better than she thinks.
Maybe this snowstorm is a blessing in disguise.
The universe is trying to get us to rekindle what was not lost, but stored away.
Grabbing the remote, I turn off the television in the living room and walk briskly into the bedroom behind her.
I don’t want to miss a second of this night.
It might never happen again if I don’t play my cards right.
As Becca climbs into bed, covering herself in my thick gray comforter, I waste no time climbing in behind her.
I want badly to curl up behind her and snuggle into her warmth, but I can’t get a clear read on her.
The last thing I want to do is overwhelm her.
I lie still behind her, staring out the window at all the snow falling from the sky.
If this is as far as it goes tonight, I’m just happy she’s here with me.
To my surprise, her body scoots back, pressing against mine as she nuzzles in for warmth. “There,” she expresses. “That’s better.”
My heart begins beating faster, pumping blood to places that I wish had more self-control.
I can’t help it when she’s near me, let alone pressed against me with the smell of her sweet skin filling my lungs.
God, she’s so perfect.
Becca giggles as she wiggles her butt against my already swelling erection. “Someone’s excited,” she whispers.
I chuckle nervously.
“You have no idea …” I can’t believe that she is in my bed right now, and that my body is already reacting so soon after having had sex less than an hour ago with her.
“I, uh. I know we just had sex, but if you keep wiggling like that, there’s going to be a round two,” I warn her, but she wiggles once more, saying oops in the most innocent voice she can muster.
My jaw clenches tightly as my hand grips onto the waistband of the pants she’s wearing, pulling them down roughly, along with mine. She gasps and I smile. “Hey, I warned you …”
I grab her waist tightly as my hips thrust against her bare ass aggressively, showing her just what she can do to me with just a little wiggle.
Using my foot, I push her pants the rest of the way off her legs and shift out of my own.
My finger flicks the bottom hem of her shirt. “We won’t be needing this.” She listens, pulling it over her head and tossing it over the side of the bed.
My hand reaches around her, gripping one of her supple breasts, massaging gently as her head falls back against my chest.
My lips trail kisses across her bare shoulder blade as I press my erection against her ass again.
She reaches behind her, grabbing my cock in her hand, and begins to stroke.
I gasp, my lips pressing against her back as I thrust into her hand.
My excitement drips out of the tip of my penis, her touch feeling so good.
“Roll on your back,” I instruct, and she follows my words blindly. I crawl slowly between her open legs as she invites me in.
My right hand caresses up her leg before gripping her ankle and throwing it onto my shoulder.
Her other leg wraps tightly around my waist as I line the tip of my cock with her vagina and push my way in.
Her moan echoes through my bedroom as my own gasp intertwines.
She nearly sucks me in as I pull away again and enter, teasing her only with the head of my throbbing erection.
It makes a squelching sound as it continues to go in and out, her excitement evident as I glide.
She lets out a whimper as her hand tries to pull me into her further, but I stop.
“What’s the matter?” I ask mockingly. “Do you need more?”
I already know what she needs, but I love to hear her beg for it. As she bites her bottom lip, she nods.
Pushing forward, I give her exactly what she wants, and I bury myself deep inside.
“Oh, fuck!” she screams out, and I pump into her again and again. Gripping her leg that is thrown up on my shoulder, I use it as leverage to pull her into my every thrust.
I know we just did this earlier, but before today, it had been years of me missing her, longing to touch her one last time.
Now the opportunity is here, and I’m not going to waste it.
The next time I pull back, I exit her completely, causing her eyes to shoot open curiously.
I lower her leg off me and lean down with my hands resting on the bed. “Roll over,” I whisper against her parted lips.
I lean up as she does as I command.
I place a firm grip on either one of her ass cheeks, squeezing as I spread them ever so slightly.
Just enough to show me the way back to her soaking wet pussy.
Straddling her closed legs, my cock enters her from behind, giving me just enough cushion to go as hard as I want to.
Releasing her cheeks, I grip the comforter that is bunched beneath our heated bodies and drive into her.
She cries out, her voice dripping with ecstasy as she balls the blanket into her fists.
Her face buries into the pillow, muffling her whimpers with each thrust I make.
“Fuck, Becca,” I groan, and my hand leaves the bed to find her messy bun. My fingers intertwine with her hair as I pull gently, causing her to moan again.
“Harder,” she yells, and I thrust even harder this time.
I can feel her juices dripping down my shaft, and all I can think about is how delicious she tastes …
Everything about this woman is fucking perfect.
As I find a steady motion, I can feel her leg muscles tightening beneath me while her screams of pleasure into the pillow become more frequent and rushed.
“Steven,” she wails, and suddenly she gushes, her constricting walls nearly pushing me out of her with the force behind her orgasm.
“Oh my God,” I groan in a hushed tone as my own orgasm rears its head.
With one last hard push, I spill into her, filling her up as I collapse down on the bed beside her to catch my breath.
She remains on her stomach with her face buried into the gray pillowcase for a moment to gather herself before she rolls over to kiss me.
She then rolls over and backs herself into me again, like we were before she decided to start wiggling that cute little ass against me.
My arm wraps around her again, and at this moment, I wish she never has to leave my side again.
“God, you are so fucking incredible,” I say breathily.
We don’t bother throwing clothes back on because feeling her skin on mine is unlike anything I could ever explain.
And it’s perfect for the weather outside.
“I’m sorry,” Becca says suddenly, catching me off guard.
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” I reply, leaning up on my elbow to see her face as she stares out the window.
“I’m sorry that things ended the way they did in the past. I really did miss you. I just …”
Her words fall short, but it feels nice to hear her apologize for hurting me all those years ago.
Having her in my bed, wrapped up in my arms, and hearing those words out of her mouth makes me feel complete.
She came back to fill the hole that was left when she ran away from me.
Now that she’s back … I’m never going to lose her again.
I can’t.
“I missed you too,” I reply. “I’m happy you’re back in my life. But do me a favor and stick around this time, will ya?”
She giggles, but I can immediately sense something’s off.
Like, there’s still more she isn’t telling me.
It would make sense since the way she left still doesn’t add up to what she’s telling me.
Maybe after some more time, she will feel comfortable opening up to me.
I just hope whatever she’s keeping from me isn’t detrimental to what we have now.
Having her leave again would break me to the point of no return …
For now, I’m not ruining this great moment.