The beginning of forever

24 - Nothing Less

"What's funny? I've said I couldn't care less. If it means getting rid of that woman and protecting what's mine," Becky continued, attempting to move towards the edge of the bed, but Freen halted her.

Freen sensually crawled over the bed, now gracefully hovering over her wife's legs.

"You're amusing, thinking I'd actually be mad about what happened and assuming I'd care about a couple of millions," Freen smirked, locking eyes with Becky in a seductive dance.

Looking up at her wife, Becky was taken aback by the unexpected shift in the atmosphere. Seeking a more intimate connection, she whispered, "So, you... you were just teasing me?" Her words lingered as Freen's face hovered just inches away.

"No, baby, you assumed, and I just played along," Freen whispered over Becky's lips, moving slightly away, causing Becky to follow, drawn by an irresistible force.

Freen sensually caressed Becky's lips, teasingly asking, "Tell me again... you did it because? You were protecting...?"

Becky gazed into her wife's eyes, then down to her lips, a surge of tension coursing through her. She yearned for Freen to close the distance with a kiss.

"Answer me, baby," Freen whispered into her ear, a languid lick just below that elicited a soft moan.

"I... want... I want to protect what's mine," Becky replied, her voice carrying a sultry undertone.

"And what is that?" Freen implored, her lips pressing against Becky's neck.

"Ugh! You!" Becky whimpered, feeling the warmth of Freen's lips and tongue against her skin. "You are mine."

"Yes, I am yours, baby." Freen locked eyes with Becky, "That was incredibly hot, baby," and she finally closed the gap, kissing her wife with a fiery passion that reflected the intense desire between them.

In the sanctuary of their master bedroom, the air pulsated with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. Freen's lips engaged in a fervent dance with Becky's, each kiss an echo of the unspoken passion that enveloped them.

As their mouths moved in a symphony of shared desire, tongues fighting for dominance, Freen's hands became a vessel of exploration, tracing the contours of Becky's body. The soft caress of fingertips etched intricate patterns on heated skin, leaving a trail of tingling warmth that served as a prelude to the ecstasy unfolding.

Becky's hands found refuge in Freen's hair, fingers entwining with the dark strands, pulling her closer with an urgency that mirrored their rising desire. The kiss deepened, an unspoken language of intimacy and connection that transcended the need for words.

With a deliberate yet sensual movement, Freen skillfully removed the layers that adorned Becky's body. Their forms melded seamlessly, two souls converging in a dance of raw passion. Freen's lips, now free to explore, traversed from the warmth of Becky's mouth to the curve of her neck, descending further to her wife's awaiting breasts.

A soft sigh escaped Becky's lips, an involuntary melody of pleasure and surrender, as Freen's lips and tongue created an intoxicating symphony on her sensitized skin. Freen released her favorite peaks with a tantalizing pop, locking eyes with Becky. In that shared gaze, desire and love intermingled, weaving a narrative that spoke volumes without the need for words.

"I'm yours, and you are mine, baby," Becky declared, her fingers delicately caressing Freen's cheeks. The room, once laden with unspoken tension, now echoed with the symphony of their desires, as the dance of their love unfolded in the sensuous tapestry of the night.

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"Damn, that was intense," Becky exclaimed, catching her breath after the whirlwind of their passionate encounters.