She had no idea where they were going, only that they were kissing, and moving, and Billy’s hands were all over her. The zip on the back of her dress had been lowered, cool air hitting her back. Rosa pulled Billy’s shirt free from where it was tucked into the waistband of her trousers.
Her tongue was met with the full force of Billy’s—eager and flexible as they battled back and forth to occupy each other’s mouths.
A door opened, a hand moved away from her, and a light switched on before the palm was back, squeezing her breast and hardening her nipple.
Her back was shoved up against something hard and cold. The kiss broke and Billy stepped away, gasping for air, her mouth open as she watched Rosa. Her eyes, already dark, darkened further.
Billy pulled off her shirt—braless and brazen. Rosa realised they were in the bathroom.
“Take it off,” Billy said, before turning on the shower.
Rosa smirked, last night’s conversation playing over in her mind.
“You want to watch me strip?”
“I mean…it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”
Slowly, she shimmied and let the dress fall free from her shoulders. The material falling to the floor and puddling around her feet. She kicked off her heels and turned her back on Billy.
Billy, whose keen eyes watched on intently, stood frozen in place.
Rosa reached behind herself and unclipped the bra—lilac lace. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Billy’s eyes were still on her, she covered her chest with her arms and spun around before slowly leaning forward, her arms and the bra all falling away, revealing her breasts.
She bit her bottom lip as she watched Billy’s reaction; the way her gaze lingered just long enough before travelling up to Rosa’s face, her mouth, and then her eyes.
“Go on,” Billy encouraged, a slow smile appearing as she unbuckled her belt. The sound of the water masked their breathing, steam billowing around them.
Rosa matched the grin. Fingers hooked into the sides of her matching underwear, her eyes locking on Billy, as she slid the silk and lace down her thighs. When they dropped to the floor,she stepped out and forward, her own hands brushing Billy’s away from the button on her trousers.
“Is that how you remember it?” Rosa asked, her voice low and husky. The zip lowered, and she slipped her hand inside the waistband of Billy’s shorts, finding her already wet.
“I think it had the desired effect,” Billy said, her hips jerking.
Chapter forty-four
Rosa’s palms pressed against the sides of the shower cubicle. Her back leant against the cold tile and her feet barely held her up as Billy washed her body with a cloth, and then with her tongue.
“Right there…” she pleaded, “just…there.” She’d almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the attention her clit was receiving. How had she gone all these years without it?
Making do with her own fingers and a couple of toys she’d ordered off the internet was nothing compared to the sensations Billy Fisk created with her mouth and tongue.
She glanced down and found Billy staring up at her. It was all so hot and sexy. Images from the past flooded her mind as she remembered all the times she’d come with Billy looking up at her, half-buried between her legs, face wet and smeared with the evidence.
It barrelled through her with an urgency she’d long thought had left her—nerve endings spiking, muscles clenching, and the need to force a sound from her throat that would capture justhow much her body wanted to praise the talents of the woman on her knees and between her legs.
Only Billy’s tight grip around her thighs stopped Rosa from collapsing, her legs weakening, thighs trembling.
Catching her breath, Rosa said, “I don’t want to appear greedy but—”
Billy eased herself up onto her feet and grinned down at Rosa. “You want more…right?”
“Lots,” Rosa confessed. “And you know how, right?”
Rosa sat on the edge of the bed. She was wrapped in a towel, though they’d both dried off.
“Do you need a hand?” she asked, watching Billy getting frustrated with the leather and buckles.
“Nope, almost there,” Billy answered, pulling one strap tighter, the dildo in place and bouncing in agreement. “There.” She stood up proudly and wiggled her hips, making the dildo move from side to side.
