Page 53 of Hey Girl

“So how was your day, darling?” I converse. I’m like a pornographic old school aristocrat and I am loving this.

“Well,” she digs in her handbag. “I actually did have kind of an in - interesting day.”

“Do tell,” I muse, lifting an eyebrow.

She pulls out her cell phone and starts swiping. “I did another challenge. This one all on my own,” she reports proudly, still looking at her phone.

“Tell me more,” I say as I hear a ping on my phone. “Oops, one sec,” I tell her reaching for the device.

I open the message without looking at who it’s from and abruptly fall ass over penis out of my chair.

Ow.

“BAHH! Mouse!” I exclaim, trying to catch my breath while still clutching my phone as she hurries over me to untangle me from the legs of my computer chair.

“Are you okay?” She asks in her sweet, nurturing voice. How did I ever exist without her?

“Yeah I’m okay, I just got startled. Some slut sent me a dirty photo!” I stand and immediately straighten my glasses that had gone askew with my epic fall. “But I swear, I didn’t do anything to solicit it!”

“Babe, that’s me,” she says gently.

“What?” I sputter out and hold my phone up again and take a closer look at the slut’s face. “Oh my GAWD!” I bellow out when I see my beautiful Rebecca, splayed out on a bedspread in frilly black lingerie, gazing into my soul (the camera lens) with desire in her green eyes. It’s breathtaking. She’s sensual and alluring, and my dick is super hard but more importantly, my heart is beating out of my chest. “The slut is you,” I rasp, clearly not good with words right now.

“The slut is me,” Rebecca confirms, hunching her shoulders up around her ears and looking adorably giddy. “I was totally slutty today.”

“You certainly were, my sexy baby - OH!” A thought hits me and phone in hand, I place both fists on my hips and turn towards her, careful not to smack her with my schlong. Now isn’t the time. “And who, may I ask took these risqué photos of you Rebecca Anne Randall?” I demand.

“Annie Phillips.”

“Oh nice, she’s cool,” I relax and raise my phone to look at her stunning model-worthy photo again. “So…” I draw out, pulling the dumb glasses off my face because I can’t see through them very well at all. “This is one sexy beauty in this picture,” I gaze at it a long while before reluctantly putting my phone down.

“There’s more,” Rebecca says quietly before discreetly licking her lips.

“Is that so,” I grumble quietly reaching for the bottom of her t-shirt and she raises her arms. “Wish I could have a woman like that,” I pull her shirt up and over her, leaving her in what I think is the same bra from the photo.

“You can,” she whispers. “You do, in fact,” she continues as I hook my thumbs in her yoga pants and slowly lower them down her legs until I’m in a worshiping like position in front of her. “You kind of helped her become who she is.”

“And who’s that?” I ask, backing her towards the door, drinking her in with my eyes and caressing every part of her skin I can reach.

“Someone adventurous,” she responds, her voice getting raspy. “Sexual…comfortable in her skin… and completely unafraid.”

“Come here,” I whisper, lifting her up and her legs go around me. I carry her the last few steps to my bedroom. I want her laid out on my bed as if I’m about to join her in that picture.

In this moment, I think she’s changed me too. I’m not the hyper, crazed drummer right now. Right now I’m a loving boyfriend who wants to spend the night showing his girl what a goddess she is.

Lining up with her entrance, I sink into her, driving in slow. I pull back at the same pace before plunging back in, my tongue diving into her mouth.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to move fast; to get to the next minute in the day. I want to move slow and make this last forever.

“Chris, you make me feel so good,” she keens, arching her back into me as I start to move. She’s so naturally responsive to me now, giving back as good as I give her.

I feel the blood in my veins heat at her words and can’t find any of my own to respond with. How do I tell her that she makes me feel better than good?

I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I try not to come. With Rebecca’s tight heat sliding over my cock again and again, I’ve reached the point where the need to chase the orgasm becomes an urgent hunger.

“Look at me,” I tell her, without breaking my slow rhythm and she obeys, her green eyes glazed and glistening up at me. “I love you,” I tell her.

“I love you too,” she breathes as her legs go around me and I take hold of her hand. And my self-control reaches its limit. Fortunately, I feel the first flutters of her walls around me and a feral moan escapes her throat as we both tense and let go all at once.