Debra shivered. “You have?”
“Yes.” Billie’s lips brushed her skin. “And I’ve been trying very hard not to pin you to my kitchen counter since the moment you walked through the door.”
Debra’s heart raced when Billie’s strong hands pressed her back against the dining table. Her body loomed over her, her thighs parting Debra’s legs with a gentle nudge. Debra had known passion before, but nothing like this—that raw intensity in Billie’s dark eyes, softened by something deeper, something that spoke of trust after years of guarded encounters.
Billie’s hands reached the hem of Debra’s jumper, dragging it up and over her head before Debra had time to understand that this was one hundred percent happening right now. The moment Billie’s eyes landed on Debra’s lace bra, she lit up, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck.”
A soft moan escaped Debra when Billie lifted a hand and cupped her through her bra. Her thumb circled her nipple, coaxing it into a taut peak as unimaginable wetness gathered between her thighs. “B-Billie, please…”
Billie’s response was a low hum against her lips, one hand dipping past the waistband of Debra’s pants, her fingers grazing the lace edge of her underwear. “You know,” Billie whispered. “I’ve wanted you like this, without holding back, from the moment you walked into my shop.”
Debra’s pulse kicked up, knowing exactly the weight of those words. Billie’s past had left scars that Debra had glimpsed in small, stolen moments, and in the way Billie always took control to protect her own heart. But now, pinned here, Debra felt the shift. Billie wasn’t just leading; she was surrendering, too.
Debra arched into Billie’s touch when those skilled fingers pushed her underwear aside and stroked her slick lips. She was soaking wet, her body responding to Billie’s proximity like it always did, but tonight it felt electric. It felt charged with all of the things they’d held back from one another. The longing, the moments Debra wished she could have taken Billie’s pain away…the sheer need they had for one another.
Billie inched towards her clit, circling it with firm, insistent pressure that made Debra’s hips buck. “F-fuck, yes,” Debra gasped and fisted her hands in Billie’s shirt, pulling her closer. “Taste me, Billie.”
Billie stepped back, removed Debra’s pants and underwear, then dropped to her knees, her eyes locked onto Debra’s with an intensity that stole her breath. The table creaked as she leanedback, Debra’s legs now spread wider at Billie’s urging. Those solid hands gripped her thighs and held her open, and then Billie’s mouth was on her…hot, wet,devouring.
Her tongue licked a slow, deliberate path the length of Debra’s pussy, savouring her arousal before flicking against her clit. Debra’s head fell back, a whimper escaping as pleasure coursed through her. Billie sucked gently, then harder, her tongue thrusting inside, mimicking what Debra craved deeper.
“O-oh, s-shit!” Debra thrust against that delicious tongue. “Y-yes, just like that.”
It was exquisite torture, the way Billie knew her body so well from their previous moments. Those quick, heated fucks in the fitting room, the museum…even Debra’s couch. But this was different. Billie’s movements were careful, each lick and suck building Debra towards release with a patience that spoke of emotion, not just lust. Debra threaded her fingers through Billie’s hair, guiding her without demand, feeling the subtle tremor in Billie’s shoulders as if she, too, was unravelling.
“Fuck, Debra.” Billie rose, her chin glistening with Debra’s wetness, and captured her mouth again in a kiss that offered Debra a taste of herself. Her hand returned between Debra’s legs, two fingers easing inside her pussy and curling just right. Debra clenched around her, riding the rhythm as Billie fucked her hard and fast. “All I want…” Billie thrust deeper. “Is to hear you moaning for me for the rest of my life.”
The pressure built relentlessly at those words, waves of heat crashing through her. Billie’s other hand slipped under Debra’s bra, pinching her nipple, the sensation pushing her closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” Billie whispered against her ear, her voice husky and doingeverythingto Debra’s body. “Go on. Let me feel you.”
Debra shattered as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls pulsing around Billie’s fingers as she cried out and her body trembled against the table. Billie held her through it, her fingers slowing, drawing out every aftershock until Debra sagged, breathless. “O-oh, God.”
But Billie wasn’t done.
She straightened, her eyes dark with her own desire, and lifted Debra effortlessly onto the table. Debra watched on as Billie unbuttoned her own pants and revealed the harness she’d been wearing beneath. Sleek, black, with a thick dildo attached to it. They’d used toys before, but seeing it now, in the soft light of Billie’s apartment, it felt like a vow.
Billie stepped between her legs again as she unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her delicious skin, the tip of the toy teasing between Debra’s lips. She gathered Debra’s wetness and coated the length, then slowly looked up at her. “Tell me you want it,” Billie said softly, her hand stroking Debra’s thigh. There was a rare vulnerability in Billie’s eyes that was so devastatingly beautiful that Debra almost looked away.
“I want it. I wantyou.” Debra reached up and cupped Billie’s face. “All of you.”
Billie pushed in slowly and filled her. Debra gasped at the stretch and the fullness, her walls gripping the silicone as Billie started to thrust. It was measured at first, and then it built to a steady rhythm that rocked the table. Each slide in and out sent sparks through Debra, her clit grinding against the base of the toy with every movement.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” Billie braced her hands on either side of her, her muscles flexing as she leaned down to kiss Debra’s neck and collarbone. “So beautiful,” Billie breathed out, her pace quickening and her hips snapping forward with power. Debra wrapped her legs around Billie’s waist, pulling her deeper,their bodies slick with sweat as they moved as one. “Andsofucking tight.”
Her second climax built faster, coiling low in Debra’s belly as Billie’s thrusts grew urgent and unrelenting. She reached between them, her fingers pressing against her own clit, rubbing in time with Billie’s movements. “Together,” Debra whispered as she locked eyes with her. “Come with me, Billie.”
Billie groaned, her own pleasure evident in the flush on her cheeks and the way her breath hitched with each thrust. She pressed Debra’s hand harder to her clit and forced herself deeper.
The world blurred with overwhelming sensation, and they came as one. Debra’s pussy clenched around the toy, waves of ecstasy pulling a cry from her throat. Billie shuddered above her, burying her face in Debra’s neck, her hips grinding through the aftershocks until they both stilled, panting in the quiet aftermath.
Debra held her close, tracing lazy patterns on Billie’s back as the emotional weight settled over them. This wasn’t just sex; it was a bridge they’d crossed, from client to lover…from guarded hearts to something real. When Billie pulled back and their eyes met, Debra knew that this was the night when everything changed.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Billie lay still,blinking into the soft morning light as it spilled through the gap in her bedroom curtains. Her thoughts felt a little sluggish, and her mind was most definitely still caught halfway in sleep, but she found herself unable to move…or care. She expected the usual the moment consciousness returned. The jolt, the mental inventory.Where am I? What time is it? What do I need to do? Who’s expecting something from me?But instead, all she found were delicate arms and that subtle perfume she’d dreamed about before today.
Debra was wrapped around her from behind, close enough that Billie could feel her breathing against the back of her neck. Her thigh slotted behind Billie’s, and her hand rested over Billie’s stomach as though this had always been the arrangement and Billie hadn’t spent the last decade training herself out of being held.
