Page 61 of Claiming Becca

CONNOR

WHEN Iwalk into the living room, Becca has two rolls of toilet paper on her head, moving her hips like a belly dancer. I lean against the wall watching her and trying to figure out what’s happening. A roll of toilet paper falls off her head, and she growls.

“Damnit! I am going to do this,” she mumbles. She grabs the toilet paper that fell and places it on her head again. She moves her hips again, and my cock stands to attention. This woman and the effect she has on me.

I’m turned on even when she has toilet paper rolls on her head. I continue to watch, trying to figure out what she’s doing. She makes a circle, barely moving her torso, and stops. She takes the toilet paper off her head and does a little jump.

“I did it!” she exclaims.

“What did you do?” I ask her. She shrieks and throws one of the rolls at me, but I catch it.

“Jesus Christ, Connor! What is it with you and scaring me?” she exclaims. I laugh, and she glares at me.

“Sorry, sorry.” I placate her, and she squints her eyes at me. “I couldn’t help myself. I was going to say hi, but then you were doing that, and I had to watch.” She rolls her eyes but walks over and kisses me.

I pull her close and wrap my arms around her waist. “What were you doing?”

She chuckles. “I saw this video of a woman doing that, and everyone in the comments kept saying it was hard. So, I had to prove it wasn’t hard.”

“Was it hard?” I ask her.

She huffs. “It was harder than I expected. Belly dancers are no joke! How do they only move their hips and not their whole body?” she exclaims. I smile at her. Life with her will never be boring. Leaning down, I give her a slow kiss that I try to turn dirty, but she pushes me away.

“Oh! I have another video I saw, but it requires two people. We should try it together.” I scowl as she runs to grab her phone.

She shows me a video of a couple dancing. They do a turn, and then he puts his hand on the back of her head. She grips it as he lowers her face first to the ground and raises her back up.

“Want to do it?” she asks excitedly. I watch the video again and agree. “Yes!” she exclaims. She grabs a pillow off the couch that wasn’t there a few days ago.

“What’s that for?” I ask her.

“Just in case you drop me. I don’t want to face plant.”

“Technically, you’re supposed to be holding on. So, it would be there if you let go, not if I drop you.”

She glares at me for a few seconds, then shrugs. “Either way. I’d rather not break my nose tonight.” She puts the pillow on the ground and gets into place. “Come on!” She holds her hand out to me. I grab her hand and get into position.

Twirling her, I put my hand on the back of her head. She puts both hands on the back of my hand and holds tight as she leans toward the floor. I try to hold on tight, but her hands slip, and she lets go falling face-first on the pillow.

We both start laughing as she stands. “Come on! We can do this!” she encourages doing a small jump. I try to stop laughing so I can focus. Sucking in a breath, I take her hand again.

I twirl her and put my hand on the back of her head; she puts her hands on the back of my hand, so I begin to guide her down. As I try to lift her again, she loses her grip and falls face-first on the pillow. She growls into the pillow and hits it. I start laughing again, and she stands. I hold my stomach because now I can’t stop laughing. She stares at me for a few seconds before joining in.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” I tell her.

She brings her hands up, shrugging. “Honestly, I don’t either. But I’m determined to do this now.” She raises her hand, waiting for me to grasp it.

I take a deep breath and force myself to stop laughing. I turn her again and go through the same steps with her. This time she doesn’t let go of my hands, and I can lean her forward and pull her up.

She starts jumping up and down when we finally get it. “Nailed it!” she exclaims. I shake my head at her and grab her around the waist, pulling her to me. She has a huge smile as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“How was your day?” she asks.

I smile at her and brush my lips across her cheek. “It was exhausting but a good day. I’m sore.”

Her hands come up to her mouth. “Oh my goodness! And I just made you do that.”

I shake my head at her, holding her tighter. “I wouldn’t have done that if I was too sore. It was fun.”

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