“You name it, I’ll make it happen.”
God, this wasn’t Debra. Being ‘serviced’ by a woman who had to be at least twenty years younger than her…in a fitting room on Savile Row.
“Talk to me, Debra. Tell me what you crave.”
The look in Billie’s eyes told Debra there was no reason to hold back in the confines of this room. She sat forward, took Billie’s chin in her palm, and looked her dead in the eye as she said, “I want to be fucked so thoroughly that I’m never the same woman again.”
Something flickered across Billie’s face as those words landed between them. Debra thought she may have overstepped when the room remained silent until Billie rose to her feet and moved to the side table next to the couch. She opened the single drawer and stared down at the contents.
“This,” she said as she plucked something from inside. “Rarely comes out.”
Billie held up a sex toy—a double-ended dildo to be specific—her eyes painfully dark as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
“O-oh.” Debra squeezed her thighs together as she gazed up at Billie. She shifted between that beautiful face and the toy in her hand, overcome in ways she couldn’t begin to describe. “Billie, I?—”
“Do you want this?” Billie asked as she got to her knees in front of Debra again and held her jaw. “Truthfully, do you want it?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation, just an aching need to see Billie in this light. “I want it.”
Billie’s eyes gleamed with a raw hunger as she lowered her hand from Debra’s jaw. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Debra swallowed, her voice barely a murmur. “Show me.”
Billie’s hand slid up Debra’s thigh, a smirk working its way to her lips as she watched Debra shiver with anticipation. She dipped two fingers inside Debra, pumping them slowly and gathering her wetness along the length of them. Debra moaned, her hips rocking forward instinctively as she chased the pressure. Billie’s fingers emerged, drenched, and as she reached for the double-ended toy, every nerve in Debra’s body came alive on a scale she couldn’t comprehend.
She smeared Debra’s arousal along the length of one end, coating it thoroughly from base to tip, the slickness making it gleam under the low light. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” Billie unbuttoned her pants and forced them down her thighs, her underwear following to expose her slick pussy. “I’m already dripping wet for you, Debra.”
Positioning the coated end at her entrance, Billie eased it inside herself inch by inch, wobbling a little on her knees as she gasped.
“F-fuck.” Debra watched on in sheer delight. Billie Brown was quite something.
She pushed further, the dildo disappearing into her until half was buried. Debra ached to reach out and tug on it, to see the satisfaction on Billie’s face, but she was almost convinced this was a dream. The moment she moved, she’d wake up alone in her flat.
Still, Debra sat mesmerised, her confidence blooming as Billie whimpered, the dildo shifting inside her…ready for Debra to join in and seal whatever this intimate connection they shared was.
“Are you going to take it like a good girl?”
God, Debra would take it any way Billie asked her to. She looked up at Billie and simply nodded. The word ‘yes’ seemed entirely useless in this moment. It wouldn’t be enough. “I’ll take it all.”
Billie’s eyes flickered with surprise and want, but Debra had a feeling restraint warred beneath the surface.
Then Billie rose, her body unfolding with that controlled grace Debra had memorised. She leaned over her, bracing one hand on the back of the couch, her face close enough that Debra could feel the warmth of her breath on her lips.
“You’re trembling,” Billie whispered.
Debra exhaled, her pulse pounding furiously when she felt the tip press against her clit. “B-because of you.”
“Tell me what you’re afraid of,” Billie murmured.
“Losing myself,” Debra said with a moan. “Wanting more. Everything.”
Billie reached out and stroked a thumb against her cheek. “You’re not losing anything. You’re remembering.”
Debra closed her eyes, aware that Billie had chosen to bypass some of her confession. But a part of her understood. Billie was here to provide a service and nothing more. It was on Debra to remember that, to draw a line under what this was and what it would never be.
Billie lowered her hand and eased two fingers inside Debra, a dreamy look settling in her eyes. “You feel like you’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”
Debra’s breath hitched. “Maybe I have.”
