Billie exhaled a shaky breath and leaned in, letting the weight of her body settle just enough to send heat spilling between them. The tension built slowly, a warm, rising ache that made Debra’s breath stutter. She clung to Billie’s shirt, grounding herself as Billie’s mouth trailed along her jaw, then her throat, sending a wave of heat rushing down her spine.
“B-Billie.”
Billie’s lips brushed her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I wantyouinside me. Not any other version, but this one right here…”
Billie pushed up and off the couch, sliding Debra’s pants from her in no time at all. A switch had been flicked, and the look in Billie’s eyes said there would be no holding back again tonight. She hooked her fingers over the waistband of Debra’s lace underwear and practically tore them from her body. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you like this since the day we met. Outside of the fitting room. Open, and real, andsofucking beautiful.”
Billie lowered herself to her knees and brushed her fingers up Debra’s thighs. That tentative stroke made Debra’s breath hitch, her hips lifting to meet Billie’s touch. “Please, Billie. I’m aching for you.”
“Then let me ease that ache,” Billie whispered as she dipped her head and nipped at Debra’s inner thigh. “Let me taste you.”
Billie’s tongue parted her lips, lapping slowly and circling Debra’s swollen clit that constantly craved her attention. Debra’s fingers tightened in Billie’s hair, her back arching offthe cushions. She gasped, her thighs shaking around Billie’s shoulders.“Y-yes, oh fuck!”
Billie hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks through Debra. She eased two fingers inside, her tongue lashing relentlessly as she drove Debra towards the edge. Billie drew back, watching her dripping fingers slip in and out. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.”
And then she added a third finger, dove back in, and Debra’s world narrowed to the sounds of Billie’s devotion and the building pressure low in her belly. “I…I’m close.” Debra shattered when Billie eased deeper, crying out her name as she unravelled and soaked Billie’s chin. “F-fuck!”
Panting but needing so much more, Debra pulled Billie up and into a searing kiss, tasting herself on those delicious lips.
She drew back a little and stared into Billie’s eyes, every last ounce of control fading away as she eased Billie onto her back and smiled into a kiss. “Please, let me have you, Billie. All of you.”
Billie’s eyes widened as a flush crept across her cheeks. Just when Debra thought she was going to retreat, the opposite happened. Billie shifted back onto the couch cushion, unbuttoned her pants, and tugged them over her arse. Once she was bare, Debra sat back on her knees and drank her in. God, her own arousal had just come back tenfold as Billie gazed back at her, the vulnerability in those eyes almost devastating.
She leaned in and kissed Billie, moaning when her fingertips found her soaked pussy. “You feel like silk…”
Billie bucked her hips and whimpered against Debra’s mouth. “P-please, I-I need?—”
“I know.” Debra pushed inside with two fingers, watching as a range of emotions flashed in Billie’s eyes. “So beautiful.” And then she lowered herself, desperate to taste Billie Brown on the tip of her tongue. She delved in, savouring Billie’s sweetness,lapping at her clit in long, firm strokes. The moan she received for her efforts was music to her ears.
Billie fisted her hand in one of the cushions and met every thrust of Debra’s fingers. “Oh, shit!” She said through clenched teeth. “Y-yes, just like that.” Her thighs tensed around Debra, urging her on. “Fuck me like you want me.” Debra obliged, sucking harder on Billie’s clit as she thrust deeper, stretching and filling Billie. She felt her walls clench, then came the whimpers that turned to pleas as Billie murmured, “Don’t stop. F-fuck, I’m coming!”
Billie’s body bowed as a cry tore from her throat and her orgasm claimed her, flooding Debra’s mouth. Debra drank her in, prolonging the aftershocks until Billie slumped, spent and breathless, on her couch.
Debra found herself wrapped up against Billie not a moment later, those strong arms holding her close. She traced lazy patterns over Billie’s stomach beneath her shirt and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Billie exhaled slowly, her forehead resting against Debra’s. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t try to get up and leave. She just…stayed.
Debra reached up and threaded her fingers through Billie’s hair as the quiet settled around them. “You don’t have to run anymore.”
Billie—beautifuland complicated Billie—relaxed into the couch and smiled.
She didn’t close herself off, and she didn’t make any kind of comment. Instead…for once, she stayedexactlywhere Debra wanted her.
Chapter Fourteen
Billie stood barefootat the window, her favourite coffee cup cradled in her hand, mesmerised by the steam as it rose slowly, only to vanish. Everything around her looked the same—the immaculate lines of the furniture and the art she’d bought because it matched the walls—and yet, it wasn’t. The air in her apartment this morning held a kind of gentleness she didn’t recognise.
Today,everythingfelt different.
Her jacket lay over the back of a chair, not hung neatly away as it should have been. There was an empty whiskey glass on the counter, and she’d left her shoes by the door. Small things, out of place. Human things, as they should be.
For the first time since Billie had moved in here several years ago, she didn’t rush to fix any of the mess. Instead, she sipped her coffee, enjoying the burn as it slid down her throat. And then she sighed. The stillness that once steadied her now felt too big.
Memories of last night came flooding back in fragments. The warmth of Debra’s hand as she held Billie’s, the look in her eyes as she’d poured her heart out…the beautiful rise and fall of her chest as they both lay there spent, but the one thing thatremained firmly at the front of Billie’s mind was the calm that had followed.
She didn’t know calm. Not that kind of calm. Billie, when she was with another woman, the way she had been with Debra last night, was used to uncertainty and anger. She was used to bruises and belittling. She was used to taking the blame for whatever her ex decided to throw at her each night.
