Oh, Debra felt it. She felt every minute movement. “Oh, God.”
“You deserve love and attention, Debra. You deserve to feel comfortable and appreciated in your own skin.” Billie shiftedlower and eased two fingers inside Debra. “And your pretty pussy agrees with me.”
Whatever this woman was doing to her, Debra felt alive. She was so far removed from this life…this lifestyle, but she could indulge just this once. She had walked through the door to Brown & Co. with several expectations in mind, and Billie had fulfilled every last one so far.
“I want you to do something for me,” Billie said as she eased out of Debra and removed her underwear. She placed it down neatly on top of her pile of clothes and turned back to Debra, holding out a hand. “If you’re sure you want to continue?”
“Y-yes.” Debra barely managed to speak. She was so close to losing control entirely that she didn’t trust her voice. “Anything you want from me.”
Billie angled her head and smiled. “Mm. You’re rather obedient for a woman who came in here for nothing more than a suit.”
“I didn’t think anyone would ever say the things you’ve said to me today.”
“Then I’m glad I did.” Billie guided her towards the velvet couch along the main wall of the fitting room. “Sit.”
Debra did as she was instructed, every inch of her body pulsing with desire and pleasure.
Billie lowered herself to her knees and lifted Debra’s chin with two fingers. “Tell me…with honesty this time, what do you see?”
Debra’s breath wavered, but she didn’t look away. “I see a woman who wants to feel alive again.”
“Then lie back and spread for me.”
She had expected nerves, maybe embarrassment, orat leasta rush of regret, but none of those things came. What came instead was scorching heat as Billie’s palms slid up her thighs, exploring their way into warm wetness. And beneath that heatwas something far more dangerous. Recognition. Billie’s handsknewwhere to go. Theyknewwhat Debra craved.
She eased two fingers back inside her and dipped her head. She placed an open-mouthed kiss just above Debra’s pussy and smiled as she gazed up at her through dark,sexy, hooded eyes. It was the intent behind them that unravelled Debra. The promise that this was still about her and not a performance. “I know you’re close, that’s perfectly okay. I want you to enjoy your first time with me and take whatever you need. We can always draw you out a little longer next time.”
With the knowledge that a next time was possible, Debra relaxed back onto the couch and surrendered once more.
The moment Billie’s lips wrapped around her clit, Debra lost all sense of where she was. The euphoria, the gentle lashing of her tongue, the stretch as her fingers delved a little deeper…it was all too much for Debra.
“Oh, fuck!” She rode the rising wave of sensation, her breath uneven as her hips moved in slow, grinding circles against the heat of Billie’s mouth. The rhythm was hers, even as Billie guided her with gentle pressure, even as need rippled through her.
Debra still felt this wasallher doing.
Her choosing. Her claiming.
She clutched at the back of Billie’s head not to control, but to anchor herself to something real as the rest of her drifted into sensation. “Billie, I?—”
“Let it happen, beautiful.”
It wasn’t until the tension started to coil in her belly, her thighs trembling, that she truly understood why women kept coming back here.
The smallest part of her had considered that maybe sex could be expected. She was generally good at reading between the lines, or perhaps she’d imagined a performance…some eroticillusion to make her forget what she’d come for. What she found instead was slow ruin. Unhurried. Intentional. A worship she hadn’t known she’d needed.
“Don’t hold back,” Billie murmured against her, her voice vibrating through Debra’s already overly sensitive body. “Let yourself feel.”
Debra’s head fell back, the soft velvet enveloping her. “Billie…” It was little more than a plea for mercy that didn’t exist. Billie didn’t know the meaning of mercy, and Debra didn’t want it.
Her thighs started to shake, every breath a gasp as she tried and failed to swallow. She could feel herself reaching the brink. That beautiful, terrifying edge where she was no longer a woman sitting on a couch, but a pulse…a raw nerve ready to burst open.
And she did.
The world didn’t go quiet as she’d always imagined. Itroared. Blood in her ears, her heartbeat in her throat, euphoria wracking every muscle in her body. She shattered on Billie’s tongue with a sound she’d never made before—a mixture of a sob and a desperately needed release—and when the world finally slid back into shape, she found Billie’s hands still on her, gently coaxing her through the aftershocks.
Billie lifted her head after a moment and rested her cheek against Debra’s inner thigh, her lips brushing over her skin in gratitude. As she looked up at Debra, her eyes said everything. “You see? You’re already more than enough.”
Debra startled herself when she leaned forward and cupped Billie’s face, her thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. She hadn’t expected a softness to follow the heat. But it was there, and Debra needed Billie to know that she appreciated what she’d done for her here today. “Thank you.”
