Chapter 10
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Becky stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of soft lips trailing across her forehead, down to her cheeks, and then pressing tenderly against her lips. A warm breath ghosted over her skin, sending shivers through her body before she even opened her eyes.
"Good morning, my love," Freen murmured, her voice husky and filled with affection as she placed another slow kiss on Becky’s cheek.
Becky’s lips curled into a soft smile, eyes still heavy with sleep. "Mmm… morning," she whispered, stretching slightly, her body pressing against Freen’s in the most delicious way.
But before she could fully wake up, Freen’s lips found hers again—deeper this time, more demanding. A rush of heat bloomed in Becky’s chest as she melted into the kiss. Freen’s hands cradled her face, her thumbs gently stroking her cheeks as she deepened the kiss, tasting her, savoring her.
Becky gasped softly, her fingers tangling into Freen’s hair, pulling her closer, needing more. But the intensity left her breathless. She pulled away slightly, panting, her lips tingling.
Freen chuckled, her voice low and teasing. "What’s wrong, baby? Can’t handle me this early in the morning?"
Becky laughed softly, still catching her breath. "You… you’re impossible," she murmured, but the way her heart raced betrayed how much she loved it.
Freen’s eyes darkened with something deeper, something more intense. She traced Becky’s lips with her thumb, her gaze locking onto hers. "I can’t resist you anymore…" she confessed, her voice filled with raw need. "Can I have you?"
Becky felt warmth pool deep inside her, her body aching with anticipation. She nodded.
A slow, sultry smile spread across Freen’s lips before she leaned in again, capturing Becky’s mouth in a kiss that was both tender and fiery. Her lips moved hungrily, drinking Becky in, making her feel like the only person in the world.
Freen moved lower, kissing the corner of her lips, then trailing her mouth along Becky’s jawline, making her sigh softly. Her warm breath brushed against Becky’s ear as she whispered,
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" before taking her earlobe between her lips and sucking gently.
Becky moaned, her grip on Freen tightening. "Freen…"
"I love hearing you say my name like that," Freen murmured against her skin, her lips moving down to her neck. She pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses there, taking her time, making Becky arch into her touch. She nipped playfully before soothing the spot with her tongue, sending a shiver down Becky’s spine.
Becky felt dizzy, overwhelmed with sensation, lost in the way Freen worshipped her with every kiss. "You feel so good…" she breathed, her hands sliding down Freen’s back, pulling her closer.
Freen smirked against her skin before kissing even lower. "You haven’t felt anything yet, baby."
Becky’s heart pounded as Freen continued, her lips, her hands, her touch making her feel cherished, adored, and completely hers. She let herself go, surrendering to the passion, to the love, to Freen.
And in that moment, nothing else existed but them.
Becky’s breath hitched as Freen’s lips traced a slow, burning path down her skin. The warmth of each kiss sent shivers across her body, her fingers instinctively tangling into Freen’s hair as she gasped softly.
“Freen…” Becky whispered, her voice trembling with both anticipation and desire.
Freen looked up, her eyes dark with affection and longing. “I love seeing you like this,” she murmured against Becky’s skin, her voice husky. “So beautiful… so mine.”
Becky’s heart pounded wildly at those words. She cupped Freen’s face, pulling her up just enough to look into her eyes. “I am yours,” she admitted breathlessly, her fingers tracing soft circles on Freen’s cheek.
Freen smiled, her lips brushing against Becky’s in a lingering kiss, slow and deep, as if she wanted to memorize the taste of her. Her hands explored with delicate reverence, making Becky’s body arch under her touch.
“You’re trembling,” Freen whispered, pressing another kiss to Becky’s shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Becky shook her head, barely able to form words. “It’s… perfect,” she managed, her voice almost a whimper.
Freen chuckled softly, the vibration against Becky’s skin making her dizzy. “Then let me love you the way you deserve.”
She continued her slow, deliberate path, kissing every inch of Becky’s skin with devotion, savoring each moment, each reaction. The room felt charged with the heat of their shared passion, time slowing down as they lost themselves in each other.
Freen trailed soft, lingering kisses down Becky's chest, her lips brushing against heated skin, sending shivers through her lover’s body. She cupped Becky's right boob in her hand, her touch reverent yet teasing.
A soft, breathy moan slipped past Becky's lips. "Mhmmm, baby..."
The sound was intoxicating, fueling Freen’s growing confidence. Holding Becky's gaze, she dipped her head, capturing the hardened peak between her lips, sucking with deliberate slowness, her tongue swirling in lazy, teasing circles.
Becky's fingers tangled in Freen’s hair, gripping tightly as pleasure shot through her veins. "F-Freen... baby, please..." she whimpered, her voice thick with need.
Freen smirked, releasing Becky’s nipple with a wet pop. "Please what, Bec?" she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.
Becky's breath hitched. "You know what. Please stop teasing... I can’t take it anymore," she pleaded, her hips shifting restlessly beneath Freen.
Freen’s gaze darkened with desire as she moved up, bringing their lips mere inches apart. The warmth of their breath mingled, sending sparks between them. All the while, Freen’s fingers traced an agonizingly slow path downward, skimming over Becky’s trembling stomach, her touch featherlight.
"I don’t know, baby..." Freen whispered, her lips brushing against Becky’s as she spoke. "Remember, I’m a virgin. You need to be more specific."
The wicked smirk on Freen’s face made Becky whimper in frustration. Freen's fingers reached the waistband of her panties, her fingertips tracing the thin fabric, feeling the heat radiating from beneath.
"Please... touch me," Becky begged, her voice desperate.
Freen bit her lip, savoring the sight of Becky writhing beneath her, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from kisses. She let her fingers linger, barely ghosting over the soaked fabric, relishing the way Becky gasped and arched into her touch.
"You're so wet, baby," Freen murmured, pressing her lips against Becky’s ear. "And I haven’t even touched you yet. Do I make you this needy?"
Becky let out a shaky breath, her hands digging into Freen’s back, pulling her closer. "Yes baby, yes you do.. Please" Becky was on the verge of crying.
Freen smirked and thought to have mercy on her girl. She moved her fingers inside her panties "Good Girl" Freen praised her and felt a amount of liquid running down. "Umm.. so you love when I praise you, yes baby?" Freen asked Becky while her fingers moved in a close circle on her clit.
Becky was nowhere near forming any words, so Freen stopped her movement which earned a frustrated groan from Becky. "Answer me what I've asked bec, If you want to be pleased" Freen demanded.
"Y-Yes Yes I love it when you praise me, baby, I'm your good girl, please baby, won't you reward me for being good," Becky said.
Freen felt proud of herself, Becky Armstrong, the queen of everyone's heart was underneath her, begging her to be taken by her. Freen removed her fingers from Becky's panties, "Yes baby, you do deserve a reward, and I will give you one" Freen whispered in Becky's ear and moved herself between Becky's legs.
She removed her panties and spread her legs, the most beautiful site was waiting for front of her, let's just say her both lips were strawberries. Freen gave one final look to Becky seeking permission before devoring on her dessert.
Becky lay in Freen’s arms, her body still tingling from the intensity of their shared moment. Their breaths were slow and deep, their skin warm against each other. Freen traced gentle circles on Becky’s back, pressing soft kisses on her forehead.
"Are you okay, baby?" Freen murmured, her voice husky but filled with tenderness.Becky smiled sleepily, nuzzling closer. "More than okay… that was perfect," she whispered, placing a soft kiss on Freen’s collarbone.
Freen chuckled, pulling Becky even closer. "I never knew being with you like this would feel so… right," she admitted, her fingers playing with Becky’s hair.
Becky tilted her head up, their eyes locking. "Me neither, but I wouldn’t want it with anyone else," she said, brushing her lips against Freen’s in a slow, lingering kiss.
The room was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of their breathing. The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over their intertwined bodies.
Freen let out a content sigh, her hand resting on Becky’s waist. "I could stay like this forever," Becky murmured.
Freen chuckled, her hand sliding down to Becky’s hip, giving it a playful squeeze. "As much as I’d love that, someone’s gotta make breakfast, and I don’t think the pancakes are going to cook themselves."
Becky peeked up at her with a smirk. "You’re making me pancakes? That’s so romantic, baby," she teased, leaning up to press a slow kiss to Freen’s lips.
Freen grinned against her lips. "Who said I was making them? I was talking about you."
Becky gasped dramatically, sitting up, the sheets slipping down her body. "Excuse me? After everything we just did, you want me to slave away in the kitchen while you sit back and look pretty?"
Freen smirked, her gaze flickering down before she met Becky’s eyes again. "I mean… you did look really cute begging for me just a few minutes ago. Maybe you could beg me to cook for you too."
Becky playfully smacked Freen’s arm. "You’re so mean!"
Freen laughed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around Becky’s waist, pulling her onto her lap. "Fine, fine. We’ll cook together. But I warn you, I have no idea what I’m doing."
Becky tilted her head. "Wait, you’ve never made pancakes before?"
Freen grinned sheepishly. "Not really… but how hard can it be?"
Dressed in nothing but one of Freen’s oversized shirts, Becky leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as Freen struggled with the pancake batter.
"Baby, you’re supposed to mix it gently," Becky giggled as Freen aggressively stirred the batter, some of it splattering onto the counter.
Freen pouted. "Oops. Well, it still tastes the same, right?"
Becky shook her head with an amused smile. "You’re lucky you’re cute."
Freen grinned mischievously, dipping her finger into the batter and holding it up. "Wanna taste?"
Becky rolled her eyes but leaned in, wrapping her lips around Freen’s finger and sucking the batter off slowly. Her tongue flicked over the tip just as she pulled away, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
Freen inhaled sharply, her eyes darkening. "Bec…" she warned, her voice low.
Becky winked. "What? You offered."
Freen groaned. "You're evil."
Becky giggled, turning back to the stove. "Come on, baby, let’s focus before we burn the place down."
Freen wrapped her arms around Becky from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. "You really think I can focus when you’re standing here looking like that?"
Becky smirked, flipping a pancake effortlessly. "Well, if you behave, I might reward you later."
Freen grinned, pressing a kiss to Becky’s neck. "Now that’s motivation."
As they finished making breakfast—after a lot of playful teasing, stolen kisses, and a minor food fight—they finally sat down to eat.
Freen took a bite of her slightly misshapen pancake and nodded. "Not bad, chef Becky."
Becky smirked, taking a bite of her own. "Told you. Now, be honest, would you rather have this… or me for breakfast?"
Freen nearly choked, eyes widening as she stared at Becky.
Becky burst into laughter. "Relax, baby, eat your pancakes!"
Freen shook her head, grinning. "You are going to be the death of me."
Becky winked, popping another piece into her mouth. "And you love it."
Freen sighed dramatically, reaching across the table to lace their fingers together. "Yeah, I really do."
They shared a soft smile before finishing their meal, ready to spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other—both in love and laughter.