“I’ve wanted you for months,” she argued teasingly.
“Then, you should get to go first.”
Helena reached for the zipper on her dress, and Becky watched as she stepped back, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Becky sat there on the end of the bed staring at her because Helena was perfect.
“Good lord, you’re a supermodel,” she said.
“Not even close,” Helena replied and moved back into her, placing Becky’s hands on her hips again.
Becky leaned in and kissed Helena’s stomach, feeling instantly turned on and ready just at the thought of finally doing this with the woman she’d been in love with for months. Telling Helena that she was already in love with her might be a little too soon, though, so she would hold that part back for now, but that would beallshe’d hold back.
“I fucking want you,” she said.
“Let go of me, and I’ll give you what you want,” Helena replied.
Becky didn’t want to let go, but she did so anyway because she wanted what would come next more. Helena lifted the sweater Becky had on for her, tossing it onto the floor. Her shirt was gone next, followed immediately by her bra. It was as if Helena was on a mission to get her naked, and she wanted to do so as quickly as possible.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” Helena said as she knelt in front of her and undid her jeans. “I want you now. We’ve waited so long.”
Helena pushed Becky back and pulled off her jeans.
“I should be the one doing this to you. You were with someone else last night. I should be all over you, claiming you how I’ve wanted forever,” Becky said.
“Let me make it up to you first,” Helena offered. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being with Carrie, so I let Jennifer touch me. Let me make that up to you. Then, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Do you regret it?” Becky asked.
“I regret not telling you how I felt, thinking you had a girlfriend, because you didn’t, and we could’ve been doing this all along.” Helena kissed Becky’s stomach. “But I don’t think I regret last night. Is that okay to say?”
“If it’s how you feel…”
“I was still numb last night, like how I mentioned I felt on that date; like it wasn’t evenmein a way. I mean, I know I was there both times, but it felt like I wasn’t. I don’t even know if that makes sense.”
“Are you numb now?”
Helena slowly shook her head no, and right after that, Becky’s underwear was on the floor. Helena stripped off the rest of her own clothing shortly after and knelt back down. She was staring at Becky and running her hands over Becky’s breasts and down to her thighs, driving her absolutely crazy because she had pictured this many times, but it felt so much better in person.
“I do not know what happened between you and your ex, but, God, I wish you had told me that you’d broken up. We could’ve had this the entire time; months and months of touching you.” Helena lowered her face between her legs. “I might have to punish you for not telling me the truth by not letting you come right away.”
“Oh, fuck,” she said. “Now, please. Make me wait later. I’ve waited so long already.”
“So have I,” Helena replied and slipped her tongue between Becky’s folds.
“God, yes,” Becky let out and put both of her hands on the back of Helena’s head. “Do whatever you want to me. I don’t care. I just need you to make me come.You, Helena.”
Helena groaned into her and squeezed her breasts with both hands while her tongue licked her over and over again.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.”
Becky did as she was told, and it gave Helena better access, which, Becky guessed, she would take full advantage of soon.
“Please, suck me,” she said, not caring that she was begging because she’d fantasized about being with Helena like this for so long.
She bit her bottom lip and held on for dear life because she was already so close, but she didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Helena’s tongue slipped inside her and dragged back up to her clit, which she sucked on and moaned against, driving her even higher. Then, two fingers pushed inside her, and Becky yelled out.
“Yes! Please! God, don’t stop.”
Helena sucked harder and curled her fingers until Becky’s hips writhed, and soon, she was coming at her touch.
