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Clearly determined, Billie pushed herself up on her knees, then sank back down. I groaned, my eyelids fluttering, my vision blurring as I felt all of that exquisite, tight heat enveloping me. She started slow at first, getting a rhythm going, and I tried to hold still, trembling with effort. I wanted to fuck up into her so badly. But I didn’t want to hurt her or go too fast.
At last, she began to speed up properly, and I tentatively thrust up into her. Billie gasped, nodding. “Yes…”
“You like that?” I asked, thrusting again, harder this time.
Billie clenched around me, her head falling back, and I couldn’t resist—I slid my hands up to grasp at her breasts, massaging them.
“Yes,” Billie cried out. “Oh, God, yes, keep—all of it, keep doing all of it.”
I thrust up into her again, starting up a rhythm, as she gasped and pushed herself up and down, matching my movements. She looked so fucking gorgeous like this, my naughty girl, but just for me—and there was something sweet about that, about how we could be playful and let go, just for each other.
Fuck, I was close. “Touch yourself for me,” I whispered. “I want to see you come.”
Billie let out a moan and slid her hand down, rubbing at her clit. Her thrusts became shorter, erratic, and I could hardly breathe as I felt her come around me, become even more slick and tight, her mouth falling open as she cried out my name.
I lost all control, fucking up into her with abandon, God she was so hot, so fucking hot, it felt so good, she felt so good—oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—
Billie slumped down on top of me as I came and I kissed her, wrapping my arms around her, sealing us together. She was so hot, and there was something so hot and forbidden about this, doing it in her childhood bedroom, but honestly anywhere would’ve been sexy. She made it sexy.
After we kissed languidly Billie rolled to the side, and we caught our breaths. I wanted to stay like this forever. I never wanted to leave.
Even though I knew that her parents could catch us, I also knew that they weren’t supposed to be home until the afternoon, so I gave in and just rolled over to look at Billie. I had to be up in the morning for my shift at the garage anyway, so it wasn’t like I was going to laze around in bed.
And I wanted to stay with her. She’d never slept over at my place. I wanted to wake up with her in my arms. “Mind if I stay the night?” I asked, heart leaping into my throat.
Of course, she might say no. She would probably say know. I shouldn’t even get my hopes up about her saying yes. She was going to say no, and that would be fine, really, it would be totally fine…
Billie smiled at me, her eyes lighting up. “I’d love that,” she breathed.
I pulled her into my arms without further ado, kissing her softly. Billie smiled into it, breaking the kiss, and I pressed our foreheads together. Perfect.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I was feeling more rested than I had in ages. Billie wasn’t in bed anymore, but I could still feel the phantom of her there. Even though I’d been asleep, the sensation of her in my arms, her warmth, her weight, her steady breathing, the smell of her hair—it had seeped through into my dreams and I’d been unconsciously aware of it all night. It felt like I hadn’t even dreamed, like I was on one level asleep and on one level just lying there with her.
Of course, now she wasn’t there, but the bed was still warm, so it couldn’t have been all that long since she woke up… I rolled over and saw that my phone alarm was due to go off in five minutes. I must’ve woken up automatically, either prepared for the alarm or because I’d realized that Billie had left.
I couldn’t hear the shower going, so she wasn’t in there… but I could smell bacon. Was she cooking breakfast?
Heaving myself up out of bed, I got dressed and went to the bathroom to take care of things before heading downstairs. Sure enough there in the kitchen, wearing her pajamas again, was Billie. Her hair was a rat’s nest, adorably so, and I could see a couple fading hickeys on her shoulders and clavicle. I grinned.
“What are you up to on this fine morning?” I asked, sliding up behind her and wrapping my arms around her.
Billie lightly slapped at my arms. “I’m in front of a hot stove, be careful.”
I laughed and backed away, holding my hands up in a gesture of surrender. “All right, all right.”
