Becky POV
I know it was already planned, but it still hurt to lose this match. That title had become a part of me, and I lost it. But, I will conquer it again, no matter what I have to face or who I have to face. That's what Charlotte told me after the Raw episode, where she lost the Raw Women's Championship to Sasha.
Charlotte.
After she lost the title, we spent about 3 hours talking via Skype. Well, talk, we only talked for a few minutes, because she had other things in mind. Don't get me wrong, most of the time Charlotte and I keep our relationship in "just friends" basis. But at times like this, we needed something more, such as comfort. And only I can offer the comfort she needs, and vice versa.
The day she lost the title, we couldn't do anything in person, since we're on opposite sides of the country, but we still managed to get together without being properly together. But, today is not the case. Charlotte's here. She said "that she wanted to be with me after the match".
I walked through backstage and met Alexa in the locker room. She was so radiant with the title at her side that she didn't even notice I was there, too. I could not help laughing 'cause I felt that way when I won the title at Backlash.
"Nice match, Lex," I said, pulling her out of her reverie. She looked at me and smiled. "You too, Bex, I can not even believe I got it."
Alexa may be this unbearable bitch on TV, but outside her, she's a great person.
"Enjoy! Because I'm going to get that title back, Lass. "And smiles. "Hey, Lex, did you see Charlotte around? She said she would come here in the backstage after the match"
"Yes, I saw. She mentioned that she would go to the parking lot "
I took a quick shower and headed toward the parking lot. Arriving there, I came across Charlotte waiting for me, leaning against the car. Dude, she was extremely sexy, I almost dropped my backpack when I saw her. She is wearing an extremely tight jeans, which puts a lot of emphasis on her legs and her ass, a black button blouse, with some buttons unbuttoned, leaving a nice neckline to look at.
Correction, she was not extremely sexy. She is extremely sexy.
I could be enjoying her body for all eternity. It is simply perfect. From your legs, long and turned. Even your breasts ... What breasts! During our escapades, I was tired of spending a considerable amount of time paying attention to them.
Out of nowhere she started to laugh, and then I realized that she was staring with all my might at her cleavage. I was embarrassed at the time, because, I have no reason to do so, since I can see them, and especially, feel them at almost any moment that I want.
I approached her and tried to hug her, but she simply pulled me and kissed me greedily. We don't usually do it in public, but the taste of her lips on mine is more important than thinking about it now. Her tongue asked for passage and I gave in with good taste. Our tongues began to dance, my hands went to the nape of her neck and her hands went to my ass, and they oscillated between smoothing, squeezing and spanking. The first time she hit, I could not help letting out a moan, which caused her to shift positions, push me against the car, push one of her thighs between my legs and start kissing and biting my whole neck. It took all my willpower in the world to move away from her. After all, we were still in public, anyone could come and see us.
"Char, calm down, we're still in public ..." She ran her hand through her hair and gave the "I-completely-forgot" look.
"I know, babe, it's just that I miss ya a lot." Babe? This is new. I liked it. I could not stop smiling.
"Ya know, Lass, you can show how much you're missing me in our room ..." I say and wink at her. She threw my backpack into the back seat and ran to the driver's seat.
The trip to the hotel was quiet. Not that awkward silence, but rather, that comfortable silence. Every now and then I ran a hand over her thigh and she let out a strangled groan. That's a great sign.
When we got to the room, Charlotte wasted no time and as soon as I closed the door she pushed me against her and resumed the attack she had started in the parking lot. I pinned my legs wrapped around her waist and she began to attack my neck with a few bites.
"Becca ... I hope you do not like this shirt." She spoke with a sad look.
"Why...?" Before I could finish, she grabbed my T-shirt by the collar and ripped it in half. I let out a sigh as I felt the cool air in the room coming into contact with my skin.
Charlotte took me to bed and took our clothes off. In my case, what's left of my clothes. I love it when we are completely naked like that, because there are no barriers between us, whether physical or emotional barriers, all this is left out at this time.
She threw me onto the bed, mounted on my hips, and kissed me again ferociously. After that, she went down to the height of my breasts, where she put one in her mouth and began to suck and took the other with her right hand and began to massage it.
"Hum ... Char ... That's so good ... But I need you"
"Need me for what?" She replied with a scowl.
"I need you to fuck me, babe ... hard, I need to feel you inside me ... I need to feel your tongue in me ... please" I finished with a bite on the bottom lip.
"Damn, Becca, I should make you beg more often. I didn't touch myself and I'm almost coming here ... "
She wasted no time and put two fingers inside me and started pumping them.
"Char ... Faster ..." With that she started to thump fast and hard as she sucked my clit.
I could not stand all this stimulation for long.
"Babe ... Fuck ... Well ... FUCK ... I'LL COME, AAH" And with that I come a lot and she made sure to lick every single drop of my juices.
I think I've lost consciousness for a while, 'cause when I came back I looked away, Charlotte was masturbating furiously, one hand touching her breast and the other between her legs. Her bottom lip was stuck between her teeth and she was moaning my name all the time. I got excited again just listening to her call my name. She came almost screaming my name and fell on the bed right away.
"Wow ... That was ..." It was the most I could formulate given my state of emotional overload after an absurd orgasm and see a person masturbating thinking of me.
"Yes, it was ..." She smiled and opened her arms, inviting me to sleep next to her. I accepted the invitation willingly and nuzzled my head in her chest. A few minutes later I was napping.
"I think I love you ..." I heard Charlotte whisper in my head, since she thinks I'm already asleep.
Dude, I'm really screwed.
