Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian

by Melanie Shawn

  He didn’t want to miss one moment, one second, of this night. Spending the night with Becca and not being able to touch her the way he wanted to, to kiss her the way he wanted to, make love to her the way he wanted to, was torture, but it was worth it to hold her against him while she slept. It was enough that she wanted—needed—him to stay.

  It was enough.

  Becca’s hand moved and rested on his chest, and Brian had to swallow a groan as her fingers trailed along the line of the pocket above his heart. He looked down and watched as her pink-painted nail traced its way around the square. His heart was pounding so hard beneath her touch that he knew she must’ve felt it.

  His breaths became more labored as her finger moved to the line of buttons that ran down the center of his shirt. Her touch was tentative as her fingertips brushed down the line. Resting his hand on Becca’s hip, he massaged her lower back with circular caresses of his thumb, reminding himself not to dip his hand just an inch lower to the firm flesh of her backside.

  Brian knew the moment she saw the massive pole tenting his slacks; her hand stopped exploring his buttons and she sucked in a startled breath.

  Great. She needed to be in the comforting arms of her best friend, the man she could always depend on, and instead, she got a horny teenager who couldn’t control his body’s response to her.

  “Just ignore it,” Brian said as casually as he could. His head was filled with the sound of blood rushing down south to join the tent party, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t pulled off casual. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure he’d growled the command.

  “No.” Becca’s voice sounded shaky as she pushed off of him and up onto her elbow. “I don’t want to ignore it.”

  Brian removed his hand from her back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his hands over his face. Perfect. Now they were going to have to have a talk about how they were just friends and she was sorry that he felt that way about her but she just didn’t see him like that—

  “Did we kiss at Haley’s wedding?” Becca asked breathlessly.

  Shit.

  Well, he’d figured that this might come up sometime. He would have liked if it hadn’t come up when he was so up, but they might as well clear the air.

  Removing his hands from covering his face, he looked over at her and started to explain. “Look, Becca, you were drunk and—”

  “So we did kiss,” she interrupted, her blue eyes looking at him intently.

  Brian pushed off the bed so that he was sitting up, his back leaning against the quilted headboard. “Yes, but it was no big—”

  “Did you like it?”

  He looked down at her. “What?” He usually knew where Becca was going with things, but this line of questioning had him baffled.

  She shook her head slightly, and he saw that she swallowed like she was trying to build up courage. Then she sat up straighter and looked him straight in the eye with determination, but she was barely able to lift her voice above a whisper as she asked, “Did you like kissing me?”

  “Yes,” he rasped before his mind had even had a chance to figure out the ‘right’ way to answer that question.

  A small smile that looked like relief pulled at the corners of Becca’s perfect lips as her gaze dropped down to her lap and she brushed a lock of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. When she looked back up, he noticed that her breaths were shallow as she said, “I think I liked it too. A lot. I think about it. A lot.”

  Brian was shocked. He just sat there staring at the greatest temptation he’d ever faced. Becca, sitting next to him, in her bed, her legs pulled up beneath her rumpled dress, her silky hair falling over her bare shoulders, looking so sensually innocent that his heart ached.

  She licked her lips, and he heard a primal moan rip from deep inside of him.

  Becca moved slightly, towards him. “Brian.” Her blue eyes gazed up at him through inky lashes as she said his name in a whispered plea.

  Brian didn’t know if this was a good idea or not, but at this point, he was too far gone to care. With lightning speed, his hands were on her hips and he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. Becca’s eyes widened, in surprise, as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

  Reaching up, he cradled her face in his hand. He watched as the blacks of her pupils dilated at his touch, and when she licked her lips—either nervously or in anticipation—his shaft twitched impatiently behind his zipper.

  Brian tried to take a moment before he did something he couldn’t take back. This was Becca. Yes. They’d kissed before, but this was different. This time was not a product of a drunken night. This felt like their real first kiss. The first kiss when they were both totally aware of their actions. The first kiss that would count.

  On their own accord, his hands moved to the back of her neck, threading his fingers into her hair. Becca’s chin lifted as her head tilted slightly, giving him perfect access to her mouth. Brian’s fingertips grazed her scalp, and he heard her suck in a short breath. Shutting her heavy-lidded eyes, Becca dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  Brian’s pulse raced and a deep pull tightened in his groin as he leaned forward, stopping just a breath before his lips touched hers. A rush of hot urgency spread through Brian like a wildfire. Closing his eyes, he waited, just feeling the magnitude of this moment. The air between them was crackling with electricity, desire, need. The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable.

  When Brian couldn’t wait any longer, as his fingers fisted in her hair, he closed the space between them and kissed her softly. His lips moved against hers as he explored the velvety warmth of her full lips in a slow, drugging kiss. Her mouth parted on a gasp and Brian moved his attention to Becca’s lower lip, kissing it as his tongue brushed sensuously across its plump fullness.

  Brian felt a strong tremor run through Becca’s body, perched on his lap, at the touch of his tongue. Her responsiveness caused lust to surge through him with a hurricane force. Not being able to control himself any longer, he captured her mouth with hungry urgency. She kissed him back with equal passion and fervor, meeting him lick for lick. Their tongues met in an erotic dance.

  This wasn’t like the kiss they’d shared months ago. This kiss was not crazed and out of control. It was measured, exploratory, possessive. A spine-tingling kiss that reached down to the depths of Brian’s soul.

  As Brian fed off the pure sweetness of Becca’s mouth, he felt her hips begin to roll, seductively, seeking fulfillment against his swollen manhood, which was straining beneath his zipper. He tried to slow things down while he still could, before he was lost in a flurry of lust that swept his self-control away totally. He began taming their frenzied kiss with an unhurried exploration of her mouth. Tasting her. Licking her. Claiming her.

  Instead of cooling things off, the tempered pace he’d set pushed the erotic tension between them to even higher levels. Becca’s hips started moving with more intensity against his rock-hard length, in slow gyration, while he swallowed her soft moans with his consuming kiss.

  In the back of his mind, he kept thinking, This is Becca. Becca! The question of whether or not he should be doing this kept blinking like a warning signal in his mind.

  With more willpower than he was sure any human being had ever possessed before in the history of man, he broke their kiss. His hands came to rest on her soft thighs, which were exposed by the material of her dress bunched up at her hips, as he tried, painfully, to get himself under some kind of control.

  “Becca…” His gravelly voice trailed off. He had no idea where he was going with this. He just knew he should say something. It would kill him if things got out of hand and she regretted something that had happened between them.

  He was trying to think rationally, but his mind was clouded with passion. It quickly became clear that there was no way he could be rational—not with Becca straddling his lap after she’d just kissed him like she needed him more than her next breath. So he looked to her for the answer. If he could
n’t find the words to get the information he needed, then he had to communicate in another way. His eyes searched hers as they sat staring at each other; the only sound in the room was their labored breathing.

  Then, before he had a chance to register what he saw in the blue depths of Becca’s eyes, she let her hands fall from his shoulders and lifted her dress, sliding it up her body and over her head. The sight of her bare breasts being freed from her confining dress hit him square in the solar plexus.

  “Damn, you are”—he swallowed hard over a lump that had formed in his throat—“perfect.”

  After she’d tossed the pale-blue garment to the side of the bed, a seductive smile spread across her face as she began unbuttoning Brian’s shirt. Inhaling through his nose, he slid his hands up Becca’s smooth thighs as she worked at his buttons, his eyes hungrily roaming her nearly naked body, first drinking in her creamy, full breasts tipped with pink, beaded knots, which were rising and falling under labored breaths. His gaze followed the lean slope of her waist, continuing down to her white panties. All-consuming need rushed through him like waters bursting from a dam as he saw the damp evidence of her arousal.

  As his fingers reached the apex of her legs, he spread her thighs farther apart and the movement caused her wet heat to grind against his throbbing, linen-covered erection. At the intimate contact, Becca’s head fell back and a throaty moan fell from her lips as she closed her hands around his shirt in fists.

  Her hips rocked into him again, and he hooked his finger in the side of the silk fabric covering her female flesh. His body tensed with desire as he saw her exposed tender flesh. Brian’s mouth watered as he ran one finger up and down the silky smooth seam of her swollen sex, spreading her arousal on her feminine lips.

  Lifting his eyes, he found Becca looking down at his hand teasing her damp core. She watched his fingers gliding up and down her slick, glistening center between her thighs. Violent need crashed into him as he observed her watching him touch her brazenly. It was beyond erotic.

  Becca let out a soft whimper as she bit her bottom lip, and he felt her hips moving restlessly at his intimate exploration. Knowing exactly what she needed, he tugged at her panties, pulling them farther to the side, causing her lips to open. Then his eyes dropped to watch as his finger pressed slowly inside of her tight passage.

  When he pushed his knuckle into her moist sheath, her inner walls clenched against the intrusion and her thighs tensed against his legs. He waited, letting her body adjust. Keeping his finger perfectly still inside her wet heat, he began rubbing his thumb in circles around her distended nub.

  “Oh that feels so good,” Becca breathed as she grabbed his shirt tighter as she rocked her hips into his hand.

  His heart beat erratically in his chest and a carnal ache spread through him as he eased his finger in and out of her, never going past his knuckle, while he continued sensually caressing her pleasure button with the pad of his thumb. After just a few moments, Becca’s thighs began trembling and her shallow breaths became pants.

  “Brian,” Becca whimpered as her body milked him.

  “That’s good, baby. Just like that,” he encouraged her.

  Her eyes shut and her head fell back in abandon as her hips rolled faster and faster against his hand. Increasing the pressure of his thumb on her clit, he spoke in low tones, telling her how good her body felt around his finger, how tight she was, how much he wanted her to come on his hand. That was what sent her up and over the edge.

  Becca cried out as her core erupted in spasms and arousal coated his hand. He continued slowly moving his finger inside of her until she finally collapsed against his chest. Then, slowly, he pulled his finger from the wet heat of her sex.

  Brian wrapped his arms around Becca as she recovered from her climax, and he knew that, even if that was as far as things went tonight—or ever—it would be the hottest, most intimate experience of his life.

  “Do you have a condom?” Becca asked as she lifted her head, her eyes still heavy lidded.

  Okay, maybe not.

  * * *

  Becca watched the surprise in Brian’s eyes at her question. She would laugh at how adorable it was that he still didn’t know how much she wanted him, but her body was too busy enjoying the aftershocks of the earth-shattering orgasm Brian had just given her.

  “Yes,” he said as he shifted their bodies so that she was now on her back and he was kneeling between her knees.

  Hmm, this is a nice view.

  Brian was sitting back on his heels and his shirt was half open. It would have been off totally, but she’d gotten sidetracked. She could only see a peek at the tan skin of Brian’s broad chest. It was teasing her and she wanted to see more.

  Becca was just about to lean up and finish the job she’d started by removing Brian’s shirt completely when she felt her hips lift and she realized that Brian was pulling her panties down her legs.

  He really did have ninja speed.

  As she slipped her feet out of the panties she’d worn when Brian had sent her body rocketing into outer space, she felt cool air hit her sensitized center and it sent a little thrill through her. Becca had never really thought that being naked was all that sexy. In fact, she usually preferred to keep her shirt on the entire time any sort of sexy time was happening.

  But this was different. Being with Brian was different.

  She loved the way she felt being naked in front of him. She felt bold. She felt confident. She felt like he was the one person on Earth who was supposed to see her totally stripped down. Just her. All of her.

  Feeling empowered by the boldness he inspired in her, Becca bent her knees up and set her feet on either side of Brian’s thighs. Then, slowly, as he watched her every movement, she opened her legs, letting her knees drop to the mattress so she was spread open in front of him.

  She studied him as his jaw tensed, and quicker than she’d ever seen him do anything (which was saying something), he was out of his clothes and rolling a condom down his jutting erection. Becca watched, mesmerized, by the fact that, as his large fingers slid down his length, they didn’t look particularly big in comparison to what they were holding. Becca had had an idea of his size when she’d felt him while she’d been on his lap, but Jiminy Cricket, she did not have any idea it was that long and thick.

  Her nipples tightened and her body began contracting, again, at just the sight of his manhood.

  “Wow,” she heard herself whisper as he removed his hand after their protection was taken care of and she saw his rock-hard member in all of its glory. And, oh boy, was it glorious.

  A sexy half-smile pulled at Brian’s lip as he moved above her. His elbows rested beside her head as his lean, muscular body hovered over hers. She loved the feeling of him surrounding her completely, the feeling of his hips pressing against her inner thighs, the feeling of his chest hair brushing against her pebbled nipples, the feeling of nothing between them—no barriers, just skin to skin. She inhaled and breathed in his unique scent of clean and musky.

  His fingers threaded in her hair and she felt his steely-firm shaft rubbing against her tender flesh. She spread her legs farther apart in an open invitation, wanting him, all of him, but her provocative gesture did nothing to move him along to the big show.

  Instead of taking her bait, he leaned down and began peppering kisses along her jawline and down her neck, which she had to admit felt toe-curlingly good. Becca relaxed, enjoying Brian’s attention, and let her head fall to the side to give him more access. A small moan escaped him as he continued his journey of openmouthed kisses all over her neck. Pleasure radiated through Becca as she closed her eyes and concentrated on just feeling Brian’s soft lips, wet tongue, and nipping teeth as he devoured her neck with demanding mastery.

  Needing to touch him, she ran her hands up and down his powerful back. His muscles jumped beneath her touch. Brian’s skin felt warm, firm, and smooth, like silk-covered steel.

  As Brian continued his sensual exploration
, searing a path down her neck, along her shoulder, and across her collarbone, Becca reveled in the delicious sensation of his mouth on her skin and the weight of his body above her. She felt so tiny, so delicate compared to him.

  Opening her eyes, she looked down to watch as he peppered her with tender and erotic kisses. She tingled with awareness at the sight. Their bodies were so different. Brian was tan, tall, and hard planes. She was pale, petite, and soft curves.

  She began feeling the familiar pull of pleasure as Brian’s large hands cupped her breasts. He kneaded her flesh and rolled her taut peaks between his forefinger and thumb. Then, he lowered his head and traced the outline of her areola with his tongue. She arched her back, pressing her fullness into his wet mouth, and he groaned in appreciation.

  Her hands roamed along the bunching muscles of his shoulders as he lavished attention on each of her swollen mounds. His suctioning kisses caused a tingling ache between her legs. Her hands threaded through his soft hair on his head as she urged him up to her mouth and fevered desire washed over her like an enormous tidal wave, drenching her with heated arousal. She felt like she’d waited forever to be with Brian and she didn’t want to wait another moment.

  “Brian, please.” She knew she was begging and she didn’t care. “I need to feel you. I want you inside of me.”

  That got his attention.

  When Brian lifted his gaze, she saw the same fiery arousal she felt mirrored in his honey-colored eyes. He moved higher up her body, and she watched as his hand reached between their bodies. He took himself, firmly, in his hand and first rubbed the head of his engorged penis along her glistening seam before positioning himself at her opening.

  She felt tears forming in her eyes as he moved his hand back up her body and cupped her face. This was the moment she’d dreamed of, fantasized about, and never in a million years would have thought could actually happen.

  As she looked into his gorgeous eyes, he kissed her lips softly and whispered against her mouth, “I love you.”

  Hearing him say that, in this moment, sent her heart soaring and her body thrumming with anticipation.