Becy and Steven

She sat alone in her kitchen, the window letting a gently breeze in that tickled her exposed nipples. She smiled at her computer screen and smiled. The guy she'd been talked to for several days had sent her a message. He said to her, {Call me baby, I have something to tell you.}

She grinned and picked up her cell to dial his number. A moment later he answered his phone with a put on British accent, attempting to imitate Alan Rickman, "Hello my love. How are you doing tonite?"

She squirmed in her seat and moaned softly before saying, "I'm doing fine sweetie, what are you doing?"

"Just sitting here wondering if you're not cold sitting around topless as you normally are. Oh, that reminds me, there's something I want you to see. Go out the front door of your house and look at the moon tonight." He said.

She stood up and pulled a shirt on as she walked from her kitchen to the front door. "I've seen the moon every night of my life honey. Why is tonight any different?" she asked as she opened the door. She finds herself face-to-face with him for the first time and gasps.

He says to her as he closes his cell phone, "Because my love, this time you spotted me before the moon." He reaches his arms out and wraps them around her, pulling her into him. He kisses her passionately. "You didn't think I was gonna miss a chance to come see you did you?" he asked her as they broke the kiss.

She smiled at shook her head slightly, the kiss having left her slightly breathless. She nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in his scent for the first time, drunk in the sense of it. She pulled away from his embrace, holding his hand in hers, and began pulling him into the house. She led him into the house closing the door behind them, and led him down the hallway into her room.

He smiled and pushed her down on her bed. He pulled out his pocket knife and held her down whispering in her ear as he sliced the clothing from her body, "It's not a spoon, it's a knife it won't hurt as much my love." Still every word he said to her was coming out in a British accent.

He tossed her ripped clothing aside and slide up beside her now naked body. He kissed her lips and moved to her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and down her collarbone. She moaned and arched her back clawing his back and running her fingers through his hair. He smiled to himself and decided to trail his tongue over her skin and down the slope of her breast. He kissed her breasts, and began sucking and nibbling her nipples.

His hands began trailing all over her body, massaging her breasts with one hand, his other hand ran along her side and over her hips. His hand then ran across the top of her thigh and started slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh. She arched her back and moaned louder and before, this time nearly screaming, "Oh goddamnit just FUCK ME!!"

He smiled and rolled over positioning himself between her knees. He positioned himself in the moist opening. She whined, moaned, and arched her body into him trying to move herself to make him push into her sooner than he wanted. He smiled down at her, looking into her eyes, as he slid himself into her tight opening.

He moaned softly as he slid into her, "Holy shit love, I never imagined you would be so tight." They moaned together as he was buried deep within her tightness. He held her close, his manhood buried deep within her tightness, and kissed her before he began thrusting slowly within her. They moaned and groaned together as he began thrusting harder, deeper, and faster within her. She cries out as pleasure overwhelms her in the instant his manhood bursts forth deep within her. He rolled off of her, his manhood sliding out from within her, as he did.

She rolled over and kissed him softly on his lips, saying, "I love you so much. I can't believe you just showed up." He smiled at her and kissed her back as they cuddled tightly against each other. He smiled and stood up, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. As he started the shower so that they could wash the sweat and other remnants off of their bodies, she smiled and began running her hands up and down his back. He scooped her up in his arms once again and they climbed into the shower. He gently washed her body under his masculine hands, and then proceeded to wash her flowing blonde hair for her. She moaned under his every touch.

They exited the shower, dried off, and laid down in her bed embracing each other.