"Until you want me to stop."
Lips nipped against their counterpart. Rosa's palms flattened against Billy's chest, sliding upward, smoothing the material until they found Billy's neck.
"What if…I don't want you to stop?"
"Then…I won't."
"What if…we break each other again?" Rosa asked, before the sensation of Billy's tongue against her upper lip made her gasp, her knees bending, weakening.
"I won't let us," Billy answered.
Rosa’s mouth surrendered, her tongue a traitor to her as her desire took over and Billy Fisk found her way into her heart once more.
"I want you," Rosa declared. "I…" Her words ceased, her mouth engulfed by the permission granted. She found herself lifted, her legs wrapping around a familiar, and yet new, waist, and carried just a few feet to the couch.
"Tell me again," Billy said as she placed her down and lifted the sweater away from her body, up and over Rosa's head.
"I want you," Rosa repeated as she watched nimble, familiar fingers unbutton her jeans and inch them down her thighs until Rosa kicked them free.
Billy's gaze travelled upward, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
"You're so beautiful, just how I remember." The words came out as a whisper, hands sliding up Rosa's calves, over her knees, pausing at her thighs. "I've thought about this…about you…us…so many times."
Rosa's breath hitched. "Billy…"
"Shh." A kiss pressed to Rosa's knee, then higher. Lips traced a slow and reverent path along her inner thigh. "Let me show you."
Rosa's fingers threaded into dark hair, her own head falling back against the cushion. The mouth on her skin continued its journey, kissing, tasting, remembering. At the edge of Rosa's underwear, there was a pause, eyes looking up.
"Yes?" The voice was rough with want.
"Yes," Rosa breathed.
Fingers hooked into the fabric and pulled it away. Settling between Rosa's legs, hands spread them wider, and then a warm mouth was on her—insistent, knowing.
Rosa gasped, her hips lifting off the couch as Billy's tongue moved with purpose, finding the rhythm she needed, the pressure she craved. Everything was remembered—the way her thighs trembled when she was close, the soft sounds she made when that tongue circled just right.
"Billy…oh, God…" Rosa's fingers tightened, her body arching.
There was no stopping now. Hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as that relentless, tender mouth worked. She could feel herself tightening, her breathing changing.
"Don't stop," Rosa pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please don't stop."
A hum vibrated against her, sending Rosa over the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering, her thighs clamping, as wave after wave crashed through her.
The touch gentled, slowing, easing her down until she was left trembling. Soft kisses pressed to her thighs, her hips, her stomach, before Billy crawled up her body.
Rosa's eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed. "That was…"
"Just the beginning." Billy's mouth captured hers in a deep kiss. Rosa could taste herself, and it sent another jolt of desire through her. "I remember," Billy whispered, breaking the kiss.Her mouth moved down and she pressed her lips to Rosa's neck, just below her ear—that spot Billy knew would drive Rosa wild.
The reaction was immediate. Hips bucked, Rosa gasped. "Oh..."
Billy smiled against warm skin, teeth grazing the sensitive spot before her tongue soothed it.
Rosa's hands slid under Billy's shirt, pushing it up. Billy sat up just enough for it to be pulled over her head, then Rosa's hands were on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over nipples. Rosa's mouth followed her hands, kissing down Billy’s chest, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking gently.
"Rosa…please…"
