Last Night
Sasha's slow, methodical approach stopped just outside arm's length of the rooted Irish woman. Head tilting slightly as she unabashedly appreciated Becky figure from head to toe. Relishing in the fact that it was just them right now and no one else.
Her eyes left a trail of heat everywhere they touched, and Becky fought to not flinch away from the flames. Nervously smiling after enduring the warmth for a few seconds. Every insecurity she had choosing the absolute worst possible time to reappear.
It hadn't been an active goal of hers to move so slowly with Sasha, but with how quickly they had jumped into whatever this had started as, a small yet pervasive doubt had stubbornly sunk its claws in early on and clung on.
Paralyzing fear that all the tiny moments of progress; every smile from Sasha that felt a little brighter than the last, every crack she carefully had chiseled into that frozen wall would be undone or proven fake after they had sex.
She could yell at herself over and over that her fears were irrational and unfounded; that she was only looking at the worst possible outcome, but the fear remained regardless.
With every second bringing them closer to that reality the doubt had crept up towards the front of her mind. Her eyes shifting towards the ground to avoid Sasha catching onto her worry. Not wanting to be to one who ruins their first real date night.
The moment it happened Sasha felt that something was amiss. They both knew how horrible Becky was at disguising her real emotions. The phrase, 'Eyes are the window to the soul,' perfectly captured how unavoidably expressive hers were. So, when she began to avoid looking directly at Sasha it set off warning bells inside her head and she knew that she needed to help pull Becky back up before she fell deeper.
"I meant it that day." Sasha declared, "When I said you are prettier when you aren't hiding."
Becky had been struggling with the flood of negative thoughts that rushed in, but Sasha's words broke through the din and helped give her the strength to lift her eyes back up.
After just a millisecond Sasha could tell that something was deeply bothering the other woman. Slivers of fear and doubt preventing those brown eyes from shining as bright as they should, "Do you trust me?"
The brown eyes squinted back at the out of left field question before she nodded once in affirmation.
Sasha tried to hold in how much that trust meant to her, but she was sure some of the that significance had slipped through her calm demeanor, "Then tell me what's going on in that head of yours. We both know something is bothering you Bex."
"It's not important. Just forget about it. Don't let me ruin your night."
Sasha swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew that Becky didn't mean to, but it didn't stop how much it hurt when she was shut out. Which was ironic really, considering how often she had acted similarly.
Becky's last words infuriated Sasha and she was going to make damn sure this night didn't go downhill. Her eyes narrowed, and she slowly stalked closer. Following as Becky unconsciously mirrored her and backed up until she ran out of room. The edge of the kitchen table cutting off further retreat.
Sasha halted mid-step and frowned, "Well, you see the only thing ruining my night right now is you. You say you trust me but then you just lie to my face and say your worries aren't important."
"They aren't."
"They are to me!" Sasha nearly yelled, unable to hold it in. She had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself back down. Not wanting to scare the other woman off, but serious emotions had never been something Sasha dealt with well historically. Only recently had she started opening up on purpose and she felt slighted that Becky was holding back.
She was willing to try again though. She hated to admit that she could have done things so much better with Charlotte, but she wouldn't make the same mistake of ignoring and avoiding things.
She stepped forward and placed her hands on the table on either side Becky, effectively trapping her in place between Sasha's body and the wooden table behind.
Becky was a little aback but couldn't deny the embers of excitement that quickly fanned into flames at having Sasha so close while she had nowhere to go. Her eyes dipping to focus on Sasha's lips as the world around them shrunk till nothing else mattered.
Now slightly calmer Sasha moved ahead. Noting Becky's gaze and figuring it meant she hadn't pushed too far yet, "So, if you don't want to ruin my night then just tell me what the fuck is wrong?"
The words should have come, but Becky felt like she was stuck. The reason for her doubts at the tip of her tongue before they fell back down and choked her.
Sasha waited. Willing Becky to give her something to hold onto. She waited longer. Even when the silence became uncomfortable, she waited.
Just when she was about to give up Becky found her voice, "I'm scared."
It wasn't the full answer, but it was enough to warrant continuing, "Scared of what?"
Sasha saw how hard it was for Becky to admit whatever was holding her back, so she raised her left hand to gently squeeze Becky's muscular shoulder. Relishing in the contact and hoping it brought Becky a fraction of the warmth she felt from it, "Of how much you could hurt me," the Irish woman nervously got out.
Becky felt exposed but forced herself to look at Sasha dead on and face whatever may come. Surprising herself when the disappointment she expected but dreaded to see was nowhere to be found.
It hit Sasha right then and there how deep she had gotten herself in. Her expression softened, and she tried to block out all the real problems that they faced which Becky was blissfully unaware of. Perhaps, it was best if she remained ignorant. Sasha was sure she could deal with it on her own and still keep Becky safe… She had to. No matter what.
"I can't promise you what will happen in the future. I wish I could look into a crystal ball and know everything that is coming but I can't. All I can do is give you my word that I will try my best to never hurt you if I can help it. So, I will ask you again. Do. You. Trust me?"
This time there was no hesitation in Becky's answer, "Yes."
The whispered confirmation seemed to set off a fuse inside Sasha that sparked her into action.
Her hands, injured fingers and all, deftly slipped around the back of Becky's thighs and picked her up till she was sitting on the kitchen table. Sasha immediately moving forward and occupying the newly made space in between her legs as she plastered her lips to the flustered Irish woman's. Taking advantage of her surprise by shoving her tongue inside Becky's mouth and taking charge. Letting her hands linger and flex tightly into the soft skin beneath them. Digging firmly into the athletic legs that Sasha had pictured having wrapped around her while the Irish woman was squirming in pleasure quite a few times over the past weeks.
She pulled abruptly away and kept her voice steady, "Arms up," she commanded. Smirking when Becky followed her instructions immediately and allowed Sasha to drag the tank top upwards tantalizingly slow. Her fingers hooked underneath so that every bit of movement let her fingernails skim across the pale skin she revealed. Teasing herself just as much as she was Becky, although she did a much better job of hiding it.
"Sash!" Becky whined out as Sasha continued to travel at an agonizing pace. Her eyes closed tight while her fists clenched so that she wouldn't suddenly give in and tear the tank top off herself.
Sasha sped up her progress and lifted her hands away from the skin she unveiled. Moving quickly past Becky's chest and over the shoulders before she stopped with the top looped around her wrists. Adjusting her grip to grab a hold of the material with one hand in the middle and twist it around her fist so that Becky couldn't pull them back down. Leaving her exposed in a matching dark blue bra as Sasha paused to let herself enjoy the sight of the flushed woman spread out in front of her while at her mercy.
She pressed forward even further between Becky's knees until not even a piece of paper could fit between them. Forcing Becky to lay down till her back lied flat on the table. Several papers flying off and fluttering carelessly to the ground in their haste.
Becky may have felt like prey before, but that was nothing compared to how she felt now. Sasha looming over her with her hands bound together and a glint of danger in the fuchsia haired woman's eyes that brought an involuntary wave of warmth to shooting through her. Licking her suddenly dry lips while she worried that her heart would possibly break free from her chest with how hard it beat. Every rhythmic pulse deafening as she awaited Sasha's next move. Unable to do anything else even if she had wanted to.
Sasha let herself appreciate the sight in front of her and commit it to memory. Taking her time to soak in the lewd picture Becky painted. Her lips swollen from Sasha's kisses while her eyes seemed to overflow with a lustful passion that burned far brighter than any of her earlier doubts.
Sasha kept her grip on the shirt tight and leaned her head down so her breathe tickled the soft skin of Becky's abs. Letting her soft lips hover just above the unconsciously tightening muscles below. Grinning widely when the body beneath her began to squirm from the tiniest of stimulus.
Frustration mounting as Sasha continued to deny what they both wanted. Her mouth moving far slower than Becky would have preferred.
A strangled moan left Becky's mouth as she squirmed in an effort to get Sasha to actually touch her, only to be denied once more.
Sasha's grin still in place while she waited until Becky realized what she wanted to hear.
Becky couldn't think clearly, feeling nearly delirious from how close they were after Sasha's earlier moves on the rooftop. All of her senses overwhelmed but silently screaming for more. "Please Sash," tumbled breathlessly out of her mouth.
She nearly gave in right there. The sultry voice pleading with her sending a surge of arousal that almost made her forgive Becky for forgetting in the heat of the moment. Her fully clothed body slid upwards in a smooth motion until she was close enough to whisper directly into Becky's ear, "I don't think I heard you right Bex. What did you say?" She purred.
Her right thigh subtly pressing harder between Becky's legs. Pushing up the small black skirt that she had been wearing and making it bunch up at the Irish woman's waist. The intense heat that came in contact with her leg seeping through her jeans and filling Sasha with pride at how much she was affecting the other woman.
Purposefully flexing the muscles of her thigh when she saw Becky try to form an answer. Whatever she had been about to say unable to make it out as the sudden pressure with only layers of clothing in between her Sasha, stole the air out of her lungs.
"Please Boss," Becky managed to get out. Desperately trying to grind herself against Sasha's firm thigh only to have it pulled away as soon as she did.
"Please what?" Sasha taunted. Gently nipping at the earlobe in front of her and savoring the shiver it down the other woman's spine, "Use your words Bex."
Becky swallowed the lump in her throat, breathing deeply through her nose as Sasha's lips moved to press lightly against her cheek while the soft dark pink hair fell down to rest against her skin, "Touch me," biting her lip as Sasha nibbled a blazing path down the side of her neck.
"I am touching you though. Need to be more specific than that Lass." Sasha said in between the tiny kisses she trailed across Becky's collarbone. Smiling wide at the frustrated groan she heard from above.
"Come on Boss. Don't make me—" Her pleading stopping in its tracks when Sasha let her left hand sneak down and cup Becky over her panties. Careful of her injuries but not letting them get in the way of touching her girl.
She pressed her palm down just hard enough to get her attention, but not provide and of the release that Becky was craving. Her control momentarily faltering when she felt how wet the material was against her hand. Every part of her wanting to push them to the side so that she could feel Becky without anything in between them.
Becky bucked underneath her from the unexpected contact. Nearly throwing Sasha off from the reflexive movement.
"Is this what you wanted?" Sasha coyly asked. Moving her hands in synch with the small movements of Becky's hips so that she never gave the pressure or contact that Becky was looking for.
After several seconds of writhing in pleasure Becky realized that Sasha wasn't planning on giving her anything more until she answered. She opened her eyes halfway so that she could stare up at Sasha's beautiful face hovering above and enthusiastically nod.
Sasha smiled down and pulled her left hand away before she lost control and fucked Becky right here on her kitchen table.
Not that the thought wasn't appealing, but Sasha didn't want their first time to be out here. The table could come later, "That wasn't so hard now. Was it?" She sarcastically asked. Letting go of her grip on the makeshift bindings she had created and pushing herself back to give Becky just enough room to slide her feet back down the floor and stand up.
"What the hell Boss?" Becky shot back. Her level of irritation very high after Sasha's prolonged teasing. Willing to do anything if Sasha would finally just finish what she kept starting.
Sasha raised her index finger and wagged it back and forth, "One more outburst like that and you won't get anything tonight." Working hard to hold back laughter at how cute Becky looked right now. Anger and lust mixing on her gorgeous face in a way that only served to make her more alluring to Sasha. Licking her lips in anticipation of the fire she saw deep down in her eyes.
Becky growled loudly at her and pushed herself up and off the table.
Sasha only raised an unimpressed eyebrow and turned to walk towards her bedroom. Calling out over her shoulder, "Come along Bex. Wouldn't want you to get lost on the way now."
The sultry sway of Sasha's hips in those tight jeans was the gasoline on top of an already out of control fire that raged inside Becky. She felt as if the world around her had slowed down with how quickly she raced after Sasha and grabbed a hold of her around the waist from behind. Catching Sasha unaware with the quick movement.
Before Sasha could even put together what was happening Becky was pressing kisses against the back of her neck that sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure down her body. Walking them both forward till Sasha was pressed face first into the wall next to her bedroom's door.
Sasha may have been distracted after Becky used her hand to pull her hair to one side and continue kissing her neck but there was no way she wouldn't be able to hear the tearing of fabric, "Did you just rip my shirt?" she incredulously asked. Simultaneously annoyed and incredibly turned on by Becky's sudden aggressiveness.
"I'll buy you a new one," was all she heard before Becky was tearing the now useless scrap of material away from her body. Her hands immediately roaming over Sasha's body and sliding up to cup both of her naked breasts, "No bra Boss?" She asked. Lightly rolling Sasha's nipples between her fingers.
Sasha unconsciously pressed her chest into the warm hands that covered them. Trying to adjust to suddenly being on this side of the encounter, "Considering what you did to my shirt, I'm glad I didn't wear one tonight." Hoping to pull back some of the control that Becky had stolen by giving her attitude.
Sasha couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard Becky chuckle under her breath. Any deeper investigation stopping the moment Becky bit her neck while increasing the pressure on her nipples. Causing her to shudder from the wave of pleasure that swept over her. Her hands coming up to press against the wall so that she could just stay upright.
Before she knew it the hands that had been on her breasts were gone and Becky was suddenly kneeling down behind her. One hand sneakily working at the button of her jeans while the other slowly pulled the zipper down. The zipping noise abnormally loud to Sasha's ears.
After accomplishing their goals both hands moved to the side of the jeans and pulled them down in a flash. Sasha's eyes widening at suddenly being exposed like this in front of Becky. Bent over slightly at the waist and pressed against a wall that may be the only thing keeping her standing.
Becky was salivating at the sight of Sasha's ass. The purple thong she wore giving Becky a perfect view of all the hard work she put in at the gym. Sending a silent thank you to Sasha for being so worried about something as unseemly as panty lines.
Her hands started at the ankles and moved lazily upwards. Drawing tiny patterns with her nails that had Sasha's knees shaking, "Bex."
Without a second of hesitation Becky grabbed a hold of Sasha's hips and flipped her around so that her back was now leaning into the wall and she had a more stable base.
She let her eyes stare up and waited for Sasha to meet her gaze while she trailed a series of kisses and tiny licks up from her knee till her nose nudged up against the soft material covering Sasha's pussy from her.
Her thumb hooked around one side of Sasha's thong and pulled it away from her skin far enough that Becky could catch the fabric between her teeth. Finally establishing eye contact as she slowly peeled them down the toned caramel skinned legs. Finishing the journey off with a tiny salacious wink before she let go and used her hands to help Sasha gingerly step out of them.
Sasha couldn't believe how forward Becky was acting. All the teasing earlier seemed to finally have made Becky snap and Sasha would gladly reap the benefits. For now.
The fact that Becky continued to maintain eye contact through it all just made Sasha all the more excited before she had even really been touched. She wouldn't be surprised if there was a trail of liquid down her thighs from how aroused Becky had managed to get her so quickly.
When Becky's mouth finally came in contact with her Sasha could swear that fireworks must have exploded. Her eyes closing from the sudden tsunami of pleasure that the tentative licks around her clit brought. Eyes flying right back open when she felt Becky's lips wrap around the sensitive nub and gently began just roll her head in random patterns.
Her hand shot down to dig into the orange hair of the woman that was still looking up at her, pulling her more firmly between her legs. The hints of a smile visible on the Irish woman's face as her mouth worked Sasha into a frenzy quickly. Obviously, the teasing had affected Sasha a little more than she thought with how quickly she could feel her pleasure climbing.
Becky must have sensed that she was close. Picking up her pace and letting one of her fingers gently glide inside Sasha's pussy. Easily sliding all the way in with how wet she was from everything Becky had already done to her. Becky let the finger curl just enough that every thrust would hit Sasha just right when she pulled back.
Sasha almost came apart when Becky had slipped a finger inside her. Fighting hard to remain standing. Her hands moving off of Becky's head and onto her shoulders for a more solid base. Letting her nails dig into Becky's skin while their eyes remained locked. A mischievous look taking over Becky's eyes.
Without warning Becky slipped a second and then a third finger inside to join and began to flick her tongue rapidly over Sasha's clit before she finished with one long slow lick that had Sasha's pussy spasming uncontrollably around the three fingers inside her. Becky continuing to thrust even as Sasha clenched her digits tighter.
Eventually slowing them down till they rested still inside with only the occasional aftershock shuddering around them as Sasha came slowly back down to earth.
Becky dropped her eyes since Sasha's had remained closed since she had started orgasming. Pulling her fingers out and sucking the sweet nectar off of them before she carefully began to clean it straight from the source. Her tongue gently sweeping over the still tender flesh and cleaning up the mess that she had helped create.
She languidly continued to clean until Sasha's grip shifted to her hair and tightened once again. Forcing Becky to look back up to meet her Boss' eyes.
For her part Sasha had been more than a little wiped out after Becky's work and had needed a couple minutes to pull herself back together. But now that she was recovered enough, Becky needed to learn that Sasha didn't like being the one caught off guard.
She stared down at Becky with a serious look on her face, "I don't remember giving you permission to do that. Or did I forget what I said?"
"No Boss. You didn't."
"Good. Then I won't feel bad about doing this," Sasha declared before she reached down to grab a hold of Becky's elbow and drag off her knees and to her feet.
Pulling her along into her room and flinging the woman onto her bed. Her orange hair bouncing to fan around her head. Standing out against her black sheets.
"Take it off." She ordered, pointing at the bra Becky still wore which the Irish woman swiftly discarded of. Her hands dropping to her side and allowing Sasha a clear view of her breasts as she lay sprawled across her bed. Looking every bit, the picture of a fallen angel to Sasha. Sent down to tempt her and pull her along a different path than the one she had been walking
Her skirt rumpled at her waist and showing off far more leg than it was designed to, while her dusky pink nipples stood at attention as soon as she felt Sasha's gaze on them. The lustful hunger in her eyes turning up the heat that Becky had already been feeling.
"Good girl." Sasha said and reached down to grab a handful of the skirt's black material and yank until she felt the threads give way and split. Absentmindedly tossing the useless fabric over her shoulder, "Payback."
Becky smiled at the joke, but her mouth fell open at Sasha's next suggestion.
"Play with yourself for me." Said in such a casual and assured manner that Becky was momentarily stunned.
She had never done anything like this before but when she looked into Sasha's eyes, she felt safe enough try something new. Surprising herself when the thought of Sasha watching her touch herself made her moan out loud and brought a fresh wave of liquid heat inside her. Her soaked panties doing nothing to stop her thighs from getting noticeably slick at this point.
Her thumbs hooked into the dark blue material and she slowly peeled them down her athletic legs. Feeling brave enough to tease Sasha by raising her legs up off the mattress a tiny bit so that she could slip the fabric over her toes. Flicking the material down to the floor and letting her legs bend so that her feet were flat against the mattress.
"Tease yourself," Sasha commanded from where she stood.
She let out a deep breath through her nose when Becky began to run her hands up and down the curves of her body. Following Sasha's words and never stopping long enough at any one place to provide any real relief for the pressure she felt building inside, "Boss please. No more teasing."
Sasha bit her lip to stop from moaning at how hot Becky begging her was, "I will decide when enough is enough."
Becky gave Sasha an angry glare but continued to heed her words. Sucking in a shallow breathe as her fingers glided over the sensitive tips on her breasts. Hands shaking with the effort it took to not just touch herself the way she needed. The steady thrumming pulse between her legs impossible to ignore no matter how much she tried.
The bed suddenly dipped underneath Sasha's weight as she crawled onto the edge and let her hands ghost over the smooth calves in front of her. The extra pair of hands only adding to Becky's struggle.
"Bex," she spoke in a playful and singsong type voice. Capturing Becky's attention easily even through the haze of arousal that frazzled her concentration. Her left hand began to idly comb through the orange hair that she couldn't help but be enamored with. The color standing as a reminder to Sasha of the fire that Becky had brought back to her life. Her tough exterior momentarily shedding away when Becky leaned into her touch. "Give me one of your hands," she ordered.
Becky's hooded eyes showed some initial confusion at the seemingly innocent request, but she complied and let her right hand drift away from her body and closer to her Boss.
Slight but powerful fingers curled around her wrist and gently tugged the hand closer to her face. Making sure to return the favor and keep eye contact with Becky as she took two of the woman's fingers into her mouth and softly sucked on the offered digits. Her agile tongue darting around and sensually running up and down till Becky nearly came apart from just this.
She watched as Becky's pupils dilated even more till the brown in them was almost completely overshadowed. Dark gems that sparkled with pleasure as her soft lips slowly pulled off with a barely audible pop.
"Now you can touch yourself."
The simple phrase broke down whatever walls held Becky back and she quickly plunger the same fingers straight into her molten core. The extra lubrication in addition to how wet she already was letting them easily slip in till she could reach no further.
Sasha's forgot how to breathe as her gaze followed the Irish woman's hand. The sudden intrusion making her juices overflow and immediately spill around the fingers that wiggled their way inside.
All of Becky's air supply seemed to be cut off. Her walls immediately contracting like a vice around her own fingers and trying to pull them deeper.
Sasha got lost watching the pleasure that rolled over Becky's face. The swift state of bliss she had entered making Sasha shift closer till she was pressed tightly against Becky's side. Close enough to feel the echoes of the shakes and shudders that rippled through the other woman.
The aftershocks died down and Becky's body finally started to relax. Her fingers slipping out of herself and falling limply down to the bedding. A tiny moan of disappointment leaving her as she laid there nearly spent already, and Sasha had hardly even really touched her.
Without any warning or indication Becky startled at the feel of two warm and slender fingers begin to run up and down either side of her pussy. The small amount of contact already bordering on too much after she just finished coming down from her orgasm.
"Boss." She petulantly whined. Her breathing already picking back up after she had barely managed to get it back under control.
"Oh Becky. I don't remember giving you permission to come."
Becky audibly swallowed as Sasha's fingers began to tease her soaking opening, "No Boss. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." She pleaded. Body tensing like a bow string when Sasha pressed her fingertips just inside. Her eyelids fluttering out of her control while she fisted her hands into the sheets below, "Sasha! Oh god. Oh god. Please. I can't-I can't—"
Her words trailing off when Sasha roughly forced the rest of her fingers inside. The jarring but intense pleasure driving the air out of her lungs and making Becky worry she may actually die from being too aroused to breathe.
The fingers roughly pulled back out and left Becky with a feeling of emptiness, "Boss?" She questioned. Lifting her head up to watch Sasha lick the juices right off of her fingers.
"Damn. Is that peaches? I always knew you were sweet, but this is ridiculous."
Even after everything they had already done Becky found herself blushing uncontrollably at the lewd compliment.
Sasha was just happy that she finally had the answer to exactly how far down the blush traveled. "Wait here," Sasha ordered as she pushed herself up and off the bed. Walking over towards her closet and rummaging through until she found an object that would suite her purpose.
Becky eyed the brown leather braided belt that Sasha had brought out with apprehension. Not really knowing what the other woman intended to do with it.
Sasha folded the belt over in two and ran her fingers over the sturdy material. Satisfied with her choice, she walked over towards Becky and held out the belt, "Here you go."
To say she was a confused would be an understatement, but regardless she held out her hand for Sasha to place the belt down. Her fingers curling around the leather, "What am I supposed to do with it?"
Sasha just winked at her and said, "You're going to want to bite down on that hard."
"What do y—"
Sasha was still standing which gave her the advantage over the prone woman laid out on her bed. As Becky began speaking, she quickly grabbed hold of her ankles and yanked her over towards the edge of the bed. Dropping to her knees and throwing both of Becky's lean legs over her shoulders and returning the kindness Becky had given her earlier.
Her tongue gliding over the smooth and wet flesh in front of her while she let her nose bump ever so lightly all around the orange haired woman's clit, but never touching it directly.
She let her tongue dip inside and taste some of the sweet almost peachy nectar that she was fast becoming addicted to.
Becky had quickly understood why Sasha had given her the belt. Every tiny movement Sasha made making her want to scream so loudly that she was sure anyone within a block would be able to hear her. With that in mind she quickly placed the leather between her teeth right in time. Sasha choosing that exact moment to blow a puff of warm air onto her clit.
Making her eyes roll up in her head as she bit down hard to keep from screaming. The taste of leather filling her mouth while all her other senses focused on what Sasha was doing to her.
It didn't take long for Becky to feel the familiar feelings of another orgasm approaching. She tried to give some indication to Sasha but couldn't verbally with the belt clasped between her gritted teeth. She tried to dig her heels into Sasha's back but that only seemed to spur on the other woman.
Refocusing her attention onto Becky's sensitive nub and letting her middle finger slide inside to give her something to grab onto.
Sasha could tell that Becky was close and decided to try something. Biting down with the barest of pressure and letting her teeth scrape against the Irish woman's throbbing clit.
The orgasm came on so fast and hard that Becky could swear she may have actually lost consciousness momentarily.
Barely becoming cognizant enough to return the loving and tender kiss Sasha planted on her lips after she had gently tugged the belt from between Becky's teeth.
She was still so out of it that she barely was aware of Sasha gently moving her towards the center of the headboard. The soft pillow that Sasha laid her head atop helping keep her in a state of satisfied exhaustion.
She did notice it when Sasha pulled both of her arms above her head and stuck them through the wooden slats of the headboard, "Boss? What are you—"
"Shh. I'm not done with you yet."
Becky felt the leather wrap around her wrists and tighten till they were lashed together, "Sasha please. I can't take anymore."
Sasha let her fingers caress the apple of Becky's cheek while the back of her other hand gently petted her orange hair in a soothing gesture, "Oh Becky. Yes, you can. I've got you. Just let me make you feel good."
Sasha bent her head down to kiss the other woman. Her hands slowly running down Becky's body. Making a brief stop to squeeze her chest on the way down. The uninjured hand taking over the last leg of the journey.
"You ready?" Sasha asked. Breaking the kiss between the two to stare down into the brown orbs beneath her. The tiny nod she gave Sasha all the notice Becky got before two of Sasha's fingers pressed inside.
Her thumb staying on the outside so that she could easily flick and press down around Becky's far too sensitive clit. The earlier pleasure making it so that even getting close would send bolts of arousal through Becky that were almost too much for the woman to handle.
If Becky would have been capable of thinking at that moment, she might have been embarrassed at how quickly Sasha had her on the edge. As it was, she could hardly put together a coherent though beyond hoping that Sasha wouldn't stop touching her.
Sasha nipped at Becky's lower lip and tugged on it just a bit. Immediately kissing the area to soothe away any pain.
"Becky." She whispered.
No answer.
"Little Becky are you there?" Becky's eyes shot open and glared daggers at Sasha. Even while aroused out of her mind she was still pissed off that Sasha would dare call her 'little Becky'.
Still, she would rather not press her luck and risk Sasha pulling away, "Yes Boss?" She croaked out. Sasha having decided to redouble her efforts. Curling her fingers inside and roughly thrusting them in and out in a way that Becky was sure would have her feeling a pleasant soreness tomorrow. Perhaps that was the point though. Her arms unconsciously flexing against the leather restraint that gently bit into her wrists.
Sasha grinned like Cheshire cat. A glint in her eye as she leaned in to Becky ear. Breathily whispering, "You can come now."
Followed by Becky doing just that.
Becky slumped down in exhaustion. Her arms limply staying above her head even after Sasha untightened the belt and let them slip out of the binding.
She felt Sasha roll her onto her side and press her warm skin up against Becky's back, "No more Boss. Please."
Sasha chuckled at the tired words. Her right arm looping over Becky to pull her closer. Spooning the Irish woman and placing a gentle kiss at the base of her neck, "Take all the time you need Bex. I'm right here."
"Mmmhmm," Becky mumbled. Her eyes already starting to close as the exhaustion began to overtake her body, "Hey Sasha?"
Sasha let the name slide, "Yes?"
"I meant what I said on the rooftop. I don't care if it's Sasha or The Boss."
Sasha was glad that Becky couldn't see her face. Managing to just barely keep her voice calm and steady, "Get some rest baby." Gently squeezing her midsection and feeling a tiny squeeze from Becky in response. Sasha's fallen angel fading fast.
Becky muttered quietly. Her mouth not fully cooperating with her, but Sasha managed to hear two words in particular that made her clutch onto the other woman a little bit tighter throughout the night, "…love you."