The Edge Of Us (Freenbecky )

Becky had her legs wrapped tightly around Freen's waist, the shower water falling on both of them, masking their sweat.

Her eyes had rolled up towards the back of her head, and she could feel her body shaking like she was on the verge of an epileptic attack.

Freen had perfected herself so that by this point, each time they made love she was able to find her dime-size G-spot in no time, with expert ease, creating such pleasure for her throughout their lovemaking that sometimes Becky was afraid she would truly faint into Freen's arms, no longer able to process the greatness of her gratification.

Unintelligible noises poured from her mouth, sometimes only in murmurs, other times loudly, crying out when Freen hit her harder than she'd planned, or when she came back far too quickly for her to recover, which is what was causing her body's uncontrollable shakes in the first place.

Becky dug her nails into her back, grabbing her, making sure she held on to her with all her strength, feeling her flesh give way as her nails pierced it, the crescent shapes she left were in the form of small wounds.

Freen was clutching Becky to her, her hands firmly around her wet skin, the sound of her moans and girlish squeals driving her insane. She knew her body so well by now, to a far greater extent than she knew any other man or woman would ever be capable of.

She knew exactly how to navigate herself, what areas needed the most attention, whether it was the places on her neck when they were simply kissing, the various points of delight on her body while foreplay was ensuing, or the points when they were fully engaged in making love, the places that made her pant and cling to her, and the ones that stirred sweet moans from deep inside of her.

The noises Becky was making now were uncontrollable by her at this point, and rarely stopped. They were desperate as always, places far within her pushed them out, trying to make her express to Freen feelings that she herself couldn't understand.

Many of them were meant to reward her, to urge her to push further, express how much Becky wanted her and how greatly she was fulfilling this want.

The others were almost a plea to stop, and they came from the sadness that helped shape who she was, a dark area of her heart that was only revealed to her during these times.

They begged her to leave her be, stop what she was doing because it created too much pleasure for her.

They revealed her perceptions that deep down she truly knew she didn't deserve to experience the wonderful feelings that Freen Sarocha Chankimha gave to her, and they fueled a hungry fear in her that willed her to leave her now before she needed her too much, for she was deathly afraid of her leaving her.

These dark feelings of hers were something the two of them wordlessly shared, knowing they came from the burden that both of them carried, the knowledge that Freen leaving Becky at some point was not an improbable possibility.

When Freen heard these noises amidst her happy ones, she would grasp for her hysterically, trying with all her might to hold on to her. She was afraid of losing her, afraid for herself and that she might in fact abandon her, something she would never want to do, which is why she tried so hard to shove the voice of reason that dwelled in her mind away from her, locking it away.

Whenever she was alone, this moral and practical voice crept back in her head, telling her to end this affair before it grew too out of hand.

And in the most recent days this voice had only grown more frustrating to Freen, for now it couldn't make up its mind.

It had grown morally confused, not sure if it was right for Freen to break up with Heidi or for her to end things permanently with Becky, neither of those possibilities being ones she was willing to face.