CHAPTER 22
Helena
Becky was an amazing kisser. Helena practically melted into her, and they gradually shifted until Becky’s head hit the pillow.
They stayed like that for a long time, kissing and sharing touches, but not taking things further until Helena could tell Becky wanted to flip them over.
Once beneath her, she stared up at Becky, who was straddling her, and smiled.
“The woman with the three dogs…”
Becky laughed and said, “Yeah, sorry about that. You said it wasn’t a bad allergy.”
“I got hives, Becky,” she replied and laughed back at her. “On my legs. I hugged her, and she had dog hair all over her pants because she’d just left her house and they’d been all over her.”
“But we’re here now?” Becky asked with a lifted eyebrow and an adorable smile. “Your lips taste like me.”
“I know.”
“I want mine to taste like you. And I’m still a little pissed Jennifer got there first.”
“I pictured you, remember?”
Becky kissed her then and said, “Not the same.”
“I’m not numb anymore, Becky. It’s you who I want; no one else.”
“I’m trying not to be jealous.”
“Becky?”
“Yeah?”
“Make me yours.”
Becky got a little gleam in her eye and nodded slowly. She lowered her lips to Helena’s breast, took a nipple into her mouth, and sucked hard.
“Fuck!” Helena let out a yelp at the pain.
“That’s for Jennifer,” Becky said. “Because you’re mine.”
Helena smiled as she watched her move down between her legs, and God, Becky looked good there.
She kissed the inside of Helena’s thighs, and Helena pushed Becky’s hair away from her face in order to see her better.
Becky smiled up at her, and Helena knew then that she had been an idiot.
Going on a date, having sex with that woman she would never see again, and then sleeping with Jennifer had been bad calls.
She should have talked to Becky because she didn’t just like her.
She had been in love with her since the beginning, too; since Becky had smiled and welcomed her to her office.
She should have said something once she’d figured it out, even though she’d thought Becky had had a girlfriend.
If that girlfriend had been real, Helena would’ve been an asshole, but Becky had been single, and Helena wouldn’t have been with anyone else.
She pushed that thought out of her mind to focus on the present because Becky was right: they were here now. Now was what mattered.
“Becky?” she asked.
“Yeah?”
Becky looked up at her.
“Please touch me. I need you.”
Becky nodded, kept her eyes on Helena’s, and licked her.
“Yes,” she said and kept her own eyes open because this time, it really was Becky down there.
“You’re so hard, babe,” Becky said before licking her again. “God, you’re so swollen. I want you so much.”
She sucked on Helena’s clit, and her fingers danced at Helena’s entrance.
“That. Yes,” she let out. “Please. I need you inside me.”
“Not Jennifer?”
“God, no. You. Only you. Please.”
Becky sucked and pushed inside her, and Helena closed her eyes and let her bring her to the precipice.
Becky’s free hand was on her breast, and Helena had one of her hands on the back of Becky’s head and the other on her other breast, massaging it and twisting her nipple to amp up the pleasure until the orgasm took over and she yelled Becky’s name into the room.
She held Becky’s head in place with both hands then and rode her face unabashedly, allowing the orgasm to crest fully before she came down, let go, and flopped back against the pillow, sated.
“God, that was sexy,” Becky said and climbed on top of her.
“That was amazing. I want you again,” Helena replied.
“Good thing we have all night.”
“I don’t want us to be in separate rooms tonight. I want to fall asleep next to you,” she stated, still breathing hard.
“I want that, too, babe.”
Becky kissed her then, and Helena finally tasted herself on the right woman’s lips.