“What?” Billie asked.
“You.” Debra shrugged. “In shorts, cooking…talking to my son like it’s the most normal thing in the world.”
Billie turned the heat down a notch. “Itisnormal.”
A slow smile spread on Debra’s lips. “It is now.”
Billie stirred the risotto again, slower this time. She side-glanced at the two sets of keys sitting on the counter to her right. It felt strange knowing that they both had them now. Debra to access Billie’s, and Billie had access to Debra’s. Then she thought about Debra’s car parked downstairs in her own allocated spot, right beside Billie’s. She watched Debra again, smiling at how she’d folded herself into Billie’s life without rearranging it entirely.
This is it, Billie thought.This is the one thing I was waiting for my whole life.
Footsteps sounded behind her, but she didn’t turn around. Debra’s hands came to rest on her hips, her thumbs pressing lightly as if to remind Billie that she was there. Billie smiled and leaned back into her. “Dinner’s nearly ready, gorgeous.”
“I know.” The stove clicked off suddenly. “But it can wait a few more minutes…”
Billie’s breath caught when Debra’s tone changed. She knew exactly what that tone meant when Debra was this close. She felt the shift behind her, the way the space changed, and then she turned…her pulse kicking up when Debra lowered herself to her knees. “I’m starving, Billie.”
“Is that so?” Billie cocked her head as she took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Maybe you need a little snack to see you over…”
Billie gripped the edge of the counter as Debra’s fingers hooked over the waistband of her shorts. She didn’t resist when she tugged them down, along with her underwear, the fabric now pooled at her feet. The air hit her skin, cool against the sudden heat building between her legs, and then Debra’s eyes locked on hers, and that hunger made Billie’s stomach twist in the best possible way.
Debra leaned in, her breath warm on Billie’s inner thigh as her lips brushed teasingly across her skin. Billie let out a shakyexhale, one hand finding Debra’s hair, her fingers threading through and tightening. Then Debra’s mouth was on her, her tongue flat and pressing against her pussy, licking slowly and savouring every moment. Billie’s knees buckled, but she stayed upright, watching as Debra’s hands slid up her legs to hold her steady. “Mm, baby. You’re aching for me.”
“F-fuck, always.” Debra started off gentle, her tongue circling Billie’s clit with just enough pressure to make her hips rock forward. She could feel herself getting wetter, that slickness mixing with her own gasps. Debra hummed against her, the vibration sending a shiver down Billie’s spine, and as her nipples hardened and her breath repeatedly caught, she tightened her grip further in Debra’s hair. “That’s it, babe. Taste me…”
Debra pulled back and looked up at Billie, her chin glistening. “You taste so fucking good.”
She dove back in, sucking on Billie’s clit as though she’d been deprived of her taste for years. Billie felt the press of a finger, and then Debra slid inside with ease, moaning when Billie clenched around her. “O-oh, shit.”
She added a second finger, thrusting in and out, steady and deep, while her mouth kept working Billie’s clit—licking and sucking relentlessly. Billie’s legs trembled, the counter the only thing keeping her upright as heat sat low in her belly, building with every push of Debra’s fingers and every flick of her tongue. “Come for me, baby. Let me drink you up.”
Debra fucked her harder, her free hand gripping Billie’s arse to pull her closer. Billie’s body arched, chasing it all, until the pressure snapped. She came with a piercing cry, her walls gripping Debra’s fingers as waves of pleasure pulled her under.
Her strength gave out, her knees buckling as she slid down the cabinets to the floor. Debra smirked, her hand still between Billie’s legs, stroking softly and coaxing everything she could. Billie leaned her head back against the cupboard, her chestheaving, and pulled Debra into a messy kiss. “I hope you know that you’re the only woman in this world I ever want to taste myself on again.”
“I love it when you let go,” Debra whispered against Billie’s lips. “It makes me so fucking wet hearing you come.”
“Stand upnow.”
They were both aching for more, and Debra was about to get exactly what she wanted.
Debra rose slowly, her legs unsteady as she watched Billie force herself up from the floor, too. Her heart pounded as she gripped Debra’s waist, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of those grey joggers that hugged her curves so perfectly. She spun Debra around and pressed her firmly against the kitchen counter.
Debra braced her hands against the surface, her body arching instinctively as Billie leaned in, her breath hot against the nape of her neck as she whispered, “I need you now.” She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Debra’s joggers and yanked them down in one swift motion, the fabric sliding over Debra’s hips and bunching at her thighs. Billie’s eyes lit up. No underwear, just smooth, bare skin that made her mouth water. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Debra visibly shivered, her arse pushing back against Billie’s front as she craved that friction. Billie wasted no time at all, her hands roaming greedily over Debra’s exposed flesh, squeezing her firm cheeks before sliding one palm between her legs.
“O-oh, Billie. I?—”
“So wet for me.” Billie traced her fingers over Debra’s lips, then eased two inside as she nipped at Debra’s earlobe. “And so ready for me.”
Debra moaned, her head dropping forward as she bent fully over the counter. This position opened her up completely to Billie, her legs spreading as far as her tangled joggers wouldallow. Billie pressed her own body flush against Debra’s back and snaked her hand around to cup one breast through her thin tank top, pinching at her taut nipple. She forced her fingers deeper, moaning at Debra’s tightness, the sound of her wetness filling the kitchen and turning Billie on even more.
She added a third finger and stretched Debra wider. Nothing in this world could compare to the sound of this woman moaning for her as her body trembled and the pleasure built. “Yes, oh fuck…right there.”
She picked up her pace, thrusting in and out relentlessly. Debra’s walls clenched around her, fluttering wildly, and Billie knew she was teetering on the edge. “You take me like such a good girl.”
“S-shit…I.” Debra cried out, her body seizing as her orgasm crashed over her. Billie felt the rush, that hot gush of fluid coating her fingers, spilling out in forceful squirts that soaked her hand and dripped down Debra’s thighs. Debra’s pussy pulsed around her fingers as wave after wave hit, her legs quaking as she gripped the counter with force. “B-Billie, I?—”
