Page 37 of Beyond the Fame

“Rebecca, your body is better than anything I've tried to imagine these past four years. Let me memorize it so I'll never forget,” I say.

She holds her breath as my fingertips trace the stretch marks on her stomach and sides. Her skin is so soft and tanned except for the white patches her bathing suit covers. My fingers move to her breasts, grazing her rose-pink nipples, which makes her whimper again. My thumb grazes a scar underneath her breast, and I find a matching one on the other side. I make a mental note to ask her about those later.

She groans. “Please, Jensen, you’re driving me crazy.”

I cup her heavy breasts in my hands and latch my mouth over one of the hardened tips. My tongue lashes out while the pads of my fingers twist and tug her other nipple.

Rebecca arches away from the door frame. “Fuck yes.”

I relish the way her body reacts to my touch.

My knee settles between her legs, and she starts grinding her bare cunt on it. She's so fucking wet I can feel it through my shorts.

She rides my knee while I work her breasts, pinching and pulling, sucking and nibbling.

It didn’t take her long to get worked up and the moment she buries her fingers in my hair, clutching the locks hard, I know she’s close.

“Jensen,” she moans my name again and starts shaking with an orgasm, soaking my shorts just above my knee.

We stand there for at least a minute, holding each other, both of us breathing roughly. My dick aches with how hard it is for her. When she finally composes herself after that release, I lift my head. Our eyes meet, and she’s scowling at me.

I don’t know why that makes me laugh, but I do, which only makes her scowl harder.

“That's never happened to me,” she says.

Before I can ask exactly what she means by that, she’s spewing out words.

“You made me come... just by...” she points at her breasts.

“And I...” she points at my knee. “I mean, it has been a while since I... fuck, Jensen, I dry humped your knee.”

My smirk turns into a full-blown cocky-ass smile. “There was nothing dry about what you just did.”

She winces after seeing the wet spot on my shorts, so I distract her by brushing my mouth against hers, teasing her with near-kisses.

“Do you regret it? What we just did?”

She’s confused by my question but shakes her head.

“You don’t regret me making you come this time?”

Now she understands. This wasn’t like last year in the back of the car. This time, she’s not in denial about how she feels about me.

She shakes her head again, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

“Good, because we’re not done.”

I clutch her hand and lead her away from her room to go into mine. I swing her around and gently drop her onto the bed. She scoots to the middle.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“I need you inside me.”

“Not yet.”

She frowns. “Why?”

I crawl to her and hover over her, making sure not to put my weight on her. I do, however, grind my cock into her pussy. She gasps and digs her nails into my arms.

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