“Come in,” she said when she heard a knock at the door.
The door opened, and Becky stood there holding several toys. She set them on the dresser by Helena’s clothes before she closed the door, stood at the end of the bed, and slowly unzipped her dress.
“Oh, my God,” Helena said.
“Will you spread your legs for me, beautiful?”
Helena did as was requested and watched Becky’s dress fall to the floor.
“God. You’re wet already, aren’t you?” Becky asked.
“You know that because you just touched me.”
“I know. I’m just still so surprised that it’s for me,” Becky replied and removed her black lace bra. “That it’sallfor me. Even if it’s Nia touching you later, it’s all for me.”
“Yes, it is,” she confirmed, recognizing that Becky probably needed to hear that.
When Becky removed her black matching panties, Helena found her hand moving between her own legs.
“You can’t wait for me to do that?” Becky asked.
“Youcouldn’t wait at dinner,” she countered and began stroking herself. “Want to watch for a minute?”
“Yes,” Becky replied and knelt on the bed before she spread Helena’s legs wider and sat on her heels to get a better angle. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Her hands on Helena’s thighs, Becky rubbed them up and down slowly while Helena continued to stroke herself with only her index finger. “Can you go inside?”
Helena did, and Becky’s eyes grew darker.
“I canhearhow wet you are for me.”
“I want your fingers.”
“Rub your clit for me.”
Helena returned her hand to her clit, and soon, she had two of Becky’s long fingers inside her, curling.
“I’m going to watch you come on my hand. Then, I’m going down on you. I need you in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” Helena said. “Push in.”
Becky pushed in deeper and replaced the curling with thrusts.
“I’ve never… been able to come… so many times.”
“No?”
“No,” she confirmed, feeling the orgasm build. “Usually, it’s just one. Maybe two. Three if the first two… weren’t great. But nothing the next… few days if I… do that.”
“And now?” Becky asked, thrusting hard.
“Now, I’m coming again. Fuck!”
Helena’s hips bucked as she came, and Becky kept up her thrusts until Helena tapped her hand with her free one, telling her to stop, which Becky did.
“Up here,” Helena requested.
Becky pulled out of her, moved up to kiss her, and said, “I didn’t lock the door. I told Nia to knock twice so that we know it’s her, and you can invite her in. Is that okay?”
“What? Yes. Sure.” She kissed Becky hard. “God, I…”
