“Finally,” Becky said and put her arm over her face.
“Hey, are you okay?” Helena checked and moved until she was hovering over Becky, who still had her legs hanging over the bed.
“I never thought I’d get this,” she said. “Sorry, embarrassing, I know.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” Helena replied. “Can you move your arm so I can see your eyes?”
Becky slowly pulled it back and revealed her teary eyes to the beautiful woman hovering over her.
“You’re crying.” Helena touched her cheek, soothing her immediately. “Should we not have done this? We should have talked first. God, I–”
“What? No. I wanted this. This is perfect. It’s just a lot. It’s real, and I never thought itwouldbe. I managed to push my tears away enough to focus on the orgasm. It was amazing, Helena. All of it. Thank you.”
Helena smiled and said, “I just realized something.”
“What?”
“We’ve never even kissed.”
Becky laughed and wrapped her arms around Helena’s neck, pulling her down and finally kissing the woman she had been dreaming about for months.
CHAPTER 22
Helena
Becky was an amazing kisser. Helena practically melted into her, and they gradually shifted until Becky’s head hit the pillow. They stayed like that for a long time, kissing and sharing touches, but not taking things further until Helena could tell Becky wanted to flip them over. Once beneath her, she stared up at Becky, who was straddling her, and smiled.
“The woman with the three dogs…”
Becky laughed and said, “Yeah, sorry about that. You said it wasn’t abadallergy.”
“I got hives, Becky,” she replied and laughed back at her. “On my legs. I hugged her, and she had dog hair all over her pants because she’d just left her house and they’d been all over her.”
“But we’re here now?” Becky asked with a lifted eyebrow and an adorable smile. “Your lips taste like me.”
“I know.”
“I want mine to taste like you. And I’m still a little pissed Jennifer got there first.”
“I picturedyou, remember?”
Becky kissed her then and said, “Not the same.”
“I’m not numb anymore, Becky. It’s you who I want; no one else.”
“I’m trying not to be jealous.”
“Becky?”
“Yeah?”
“Make meyours.”
Becky got a little gleam in her eye and nodded slowly. She lowered her lips to Helena’s breast, took a nipple into her mouth, and sucked hard.
“Fuck!” Helena let out a yelp at the pain.
“That’s for Jennifer,” Becky said. “Because you’re mine.”
