Page 48 of Surviving Lies

“Bec ...” I moaned her name.

“Not yet.” She wagged her finger at me as she let the bottom of her dress fall back into place. Both of her hands went to the bodice of her dress, barely covering her ample tits spilling over the top of the cotton material. She slowly started sliding the material down her torso.

Fuck, my dick felt like it was about to bust out of my jeans. I needed to move it to the side to give it more room. Becca saw me do that and gave me a knowing smile as she released one large tit from the top of her dress. She gathered it in her hand, pushing it up the way she knew I liked as her fingers neared the hard tip.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped her firmly by the hips and she startled. Her hand dropped from her breast, allowing the dress to sink further down.

“Becca,” I blurted as I abruptly stood. “I can’t wait for this dance to be over. Sorry, baby, but I need you now.” Reaching out, I took a hold of her dress, pushing the soft cotton down her body until it pooled at her feet. She looked up at me, surprised, but the look quickly turned to desire. Spinning her around, I tossed her on the bed with a bounce as she let out a stunned laugh.

Reaching down, I hooked my thumbs under the thin straps of her thong. Pulling on them slowly, she lifted her ass in the air to allow them to come off.

It brought a smile to her face; she was enjoying this already.

I stood over her, taking a moment to admire the perfection that was Becca Reynolds.

From the sultry look in those deep sea-green eyes looking up at me, to the dark pink circles on her tits begging for my tongue, to the tiny patch of light-brown hair just above the apex of her legs.

Absolute. Perfection.

“Ty,” she almost moaned as she rubbed her thighs together.

That movement made my dick twitch. I reached for my fly, popping it open, needing to give myself some breathing room.

“Let me touch you,” she whined, trying to sit up.

But I forced her back down with my hands on her belly, grazing up to those wonderful tits. “Not yet, babe. Let me take care of you first.” I remained standing, needing to continue to soak in the beauty in front of me. She got shy and covered herself up. I reached down and pulled her hands back from her body. “Never cover up perfection, Becca. You see this right here?” I motioned to the side of her breast. “I love the natural look of you, how they fall a bit to the side when you’re in bed but they’re still fucking firm enough that they almost touch right here.” I touched her right at her cleavage. Becca had perfect tits. Kind of big. Not so big that everyone stared, but definitely more than a handful. “And this up here.” I touched her forehead, motioning to her head, her brain. “I love how you approach life. I love how you think, the snarky way you handle life.” She rolled her eyes at me for that one, and we both laughed. “And this, right here. I love this part of you.” I rubbed her belly. “I love how it’s perfectly rounded and not flat.”

“Ty!” she screamed, and her hands went straight to her stomach. I pulled her hands away and continued rubbing her belly.

“Babe, I mean it. The gentle curve of it is sexy. I’m not a flat, skeleton kind of guy. You’re it for me.” I rubbed along her sides, down her legs, then back up the side of her breast, landing on her chest, over her heart. “But most of all, I love what’s in here.” Her eyes softened when I said that. “I love who you are as a person. How you treat people, the respect you demand for yourself. Everything about you, I love.”

I leaned down, hovering over her, nose to nose. Our mouths were close, as if we were about to kiss. My lips went in, both our mouths opened, but I stopped and pulled back a bit.

“But I also like to make you come. And that’s what I’m going to do right now. Is that OK?” I asked, looking right into her eyes.

All she could do was nod.

“Good. I’m going to go down and taste you. I’ve missed that. And while I’m doing that, I need you to be thinking about how you want me to fuck you when I’m done.”

Chapter 14

Becca

Holy shit. I’d forgotten how fucking amazing Ty was at everything. Absolutely everything with my body and sex. Fuck the whole idea of him giving me space.

“Are you thinking about how I’m going to fuck you, Becca?” he asked, pulling his mouth away from my clit.

I looked down at him, his hooded eyes returning the look.

“Ty,” I said in between moans, “I can’t think about anything at the moment.”

“Good, baby doll.”

His tongue dipped inside me as his finger found my clit, pulling on it and rubbing it. As my fingers twisted in the quilt on the bed to ground myself, my body lifted in mounting desire. My muscles were already tense, closing in on an orgasm quickly. My hips lifted and Ty used his hands to push me back to the bed, which meant his hands left my pussy.

I whined.

“Don’t make me have to hold you down, baby. Then I can’t keep my hands where they’re needed.” His words vibrated against my opening, the sensation coupled with his thumb returning to massaging my clit in torturous circles.

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