16. Rebecca #4
“Keep your eyes open,” Rebecca said, and when Lillian did, Rebecca held the stare and changed the angle by a fraction.
The sound Lillian made was immediate. Rebecca didn’t chase; she kept the same pace, same pressure, forcing the build.
When Lillian tried to grind faster, Rebecca anchored her hip and said, “No. Here,” and held her on the edge until the tremor ran from Lillian’s thighs to her calves.
“Now,” Rebecca said, and Lillian went—hard, clean, clenching tight around Rebecca’s fingers, a low cry punched into Rebecca’s mouth when she kissed her through it.
Rebecca rode the aftershocks down with smaller circles and a shallower stroke, then withdrew and licked her fingers clean while Lillian caught her breath.
“Turn over,” Rebecca said, already dragging the sheet down.
Lillian rolled to her front, hips lifting, and Rebecca pulled her panties off and pushed her knees apart, thumbs spreading slick skin before she bent and used her mouth.
No teasing: straight pressure and a slow, relentless tongue over clit, two fingers back inside, curling, flattening, curling again.
Lillian’s hands scrambled at the headboard; Rebecca caught one and pressed it to the mattress.
“Stay,” she said, voice rough against Lillian’s skin, and didn’t stop until Lillian shook herself apart a second time, breathless and swearing as she came hard on Rebecca’s fingers.
“Your turn,” Lillian managed, flipping back and dragging Rebecca up and out of her own clothes.
She didn’t bother with finesse at first—just got a hand between Rebecca’s thighs to feel the heat there, then slid down and mouthed her open, tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes that made Rebecca’s head tip back.
Lillian used the heel of her hand to pin Rebecca’s hip and set a metronome with her tongue; when Rebecca tried to push for more, Lillian pulled back enough to say, “Let me set it,” then sealed her mouth again and didn’t change a thing until Rebecca’s breathing went ragged.
“Fingers,” Rebecca said, and Lillian gave her two, knuckles deep, curling up as she sucked harder.
Rebecca’s answer was a torn sound and a grind of her pussy against Lillian’s face; she caught Lillian’s hair, not to steer but to hold on, and let it take her.
When the orgasm hit, it ran through her in a long, shaking wave—thighs tight, stomach clenched, a low groan that broke into silence as Lillian eased the pressure and milked the last pulses with her tongue.
They shifted without speaking, bodies slick and warm, and went again—Rebecca on top this time, one knee between Lillian’s legs, grinding slow while she palmed Lillian’s breast and worked her clit with two fingers until she was gasping; then Lillian pulling Rebecca down and rolling her, straddling a thigh and rocking against it while Rebecca’s fingers slid back inside her, pace unchanging until Lillian came with her whole body.
When they finally stopped moving, the room smelled like sweat and skin.
Sheets twisted. Breathing loud. Rebecca’s forearm across her eyes.
Lillian’s mouth open, catching air. No speeches.
No declarations. Just the clean, spent quiet of two people who had done exactly what they wanted to each other and didn’t feel like apologising for it.
As they lay there, the soft sounds of the city below lulling them into a peaceful quiet, Rebecca couldn’t help but marvel at how far she had come.
She had been so closed off, so afraid of being hurt, of letting anyone in.
But Lillian had changed that. Lillian had shown her that it was okay to be vulnerable, to be open, to love.
And as she held Lillian close, Rebecca knew she was no longer that same guarded woman. She was someone new—someone who had found peace in letting herself love and be loved.
“I love you,” Rebecca whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.
Lillian stirred slightly, lifting her head to look at Rebecca, her eyes soft and filled with affection. “I love you too.”
Rebecca’s heart swelled at the words, and for the first time in her life, she felt completely and utterly content. She wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of love, not of vulnerability, not of the future.
Because with Lillian, she knew she was safe. She was loved. And she wasn’t going anywhere.
The soft, golden light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the hotel room in a warm, gentle glow.
Rebecca stirred slightly, the peaceful quiet of the early morning settling around her like a comforting blanket.
She blinked her eyes open slowly, her body still wrapped in the familiar warmth of Lillian’s beside her.
They were tangled together, limbs intertwined, the sheets bunched up around them in a way that spoke of a night spent close, connected.
Rebecca didn’t move right away. She didn’t want to disturb the moment—the quiet, serene stillness that made everything feel so perfect.
She shifted her head slightly, just enough to watch Lillian, who was still sleeping soundly beside her, her blonde hair spread out across the pillow, her lips slightly parted.
For a long moment, Rebecca simply watched her. She had never felt this kind of contentment before—this deep, unshakable peace that filled her chest as she lay there with Lillian. The woman who had changed everything.
Lillian’s breathing was soft and steady, the rise and fall of her chest rhythmic and calming.
Rebecca couldn’t help but smile as she watched her, her heart swelling with affection.
She thought back to how things had been before Lillian entered her life—the cold, empty existence she had built for herself, where walls were erected to keep everyone out.
She had been fine. At least, that’s what she had convinced herself.
But now, lying here next to Lillian, she realized how much fuller, how much brighter, her life had become.
She didn’t have to keep pretending. With Lillian, there were no walls, no defenses. She could be herself—flawed, vulnerable, real. And Lillian loved her for it.
For the first time in years, Rebecca felt understood. Truly understood. And the best part? She wasn’t afraid of it anymore.
The thought made her smile widen, a soft, almost shy feeling blooming in her chest. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected to fall for someone so completely. But with Lillian, it had felt inevitable, like the pieces of her life were finally falling into place.
Just then, Lillian stirred beside her, letting out a small, sleepy groan as she shifted slightly. Rebecca watched as Lillian blinked her eyes open, a slow smile spreading across her face as she caught Rebecca’s gaze.
“Good morning, Dr. Lang,” Lillian murmured, her voice still thick with sleep but laced with warmth
Rebecca chuckled softly, her hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from Lillian’s face. “Good morning.”
Lillian stretched out beside her, her body pressing closer to Rebecca’s as she shifted into a more comfortable position. “You know, you snore a little,” Lillian teased, her grin widening as she spoke.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “I do not.”
“You definitely do,” Lillian said with a laugh, her eyes twinkling. “It’s cute, though. I didn’t expect the Ice Queen to have such an endearing flaw.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’ve been promoted to my official snore monitor.”
Lillian snickered, nestling closer as she wrapped an arm around Rebecca’s waist. “I accept the position. But it comes with perks, right?”
Rebecca hummed thoughtfully, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Lillian’s forehead. “Oh, I think we can negotiate something.”
They fell into a comfortable silence after that, their bodies pressed close as the morning light continued to spill across the room. There was no rush to get up, no immediate pull back to reality. Just the two of them, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, savoring the peace of the moment.
Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself soak in the quiet.
She had never imagined her life could feel this simple.
This full. With Lillian, everything was lighter.
She didn’t have to be the unflappable, untouchable professional all the time.
She could just be Rebecca. And that was enough.
“Hey,” Lillian said softly after a while, her voice cutting through the comfortable silence. “What are you thinking about?”
Rebecca opened her eyes again, her smile soft as she met Lillian’s gaze. “You,” she admitted easily. “Us.”
Lillian’s eyes sparkled with affection. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Rebecca replied, her voice thoughtful. “I’m happy. Really happy. I never thought I’d feel like this, like I could just be myself with someone.”
Lillian’s hand tightened slightly around her waist, her smile warm. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Rebecca. You never did.”
Rebecca felt a rush of warmth flood her chest, the truth of Lillian’s words settling deep inside her. It was true. She had never had to pretend. Not with Lillian.
They shared another soft kiss, and for a long moment, Rebecca let herself get lost in the quiet intimacy between them. But eventually, the world outside started to creep back in, the clock ticking forward, reminding them that they couldn’t stay in this little bubble forever.
“We should probably start getting ready,” Rebecca said with a sigh, though there was no real urgency in her voice. She was perfectly content to stay in bed with Lillian forever, but she knew they had to return to their lives soon.
Lillian groaned dramatically, burying her face in Rebecca’s chest. “I don’t wanna.”
Rebecca laughed, running a hand through Lillian’s hair. “Trust me, I don’t either. But we have a hospital to run.”
Lillian sighed, her head lifting to meet Rebecca’s eyes. “Fine. But we’re getting breakfast first. No skipping meals, Dr. Lang.”
Rebecca smiled softly, nodding. “Deal.”
As they packed up their things, the lightness between them remained, the playfulness from the morning carrying them through their departure.
They teased each other about their morning routines, joked about the people they’d seen at the conference, and made plans to get dinner that night, even though they knew they’d both be exhausted from a long day back at work.
As they walked out of the hotel and into the crisp morning air, Rebecca couldn’t help but glance over at Lillian, her heart swelling with affection.
They weren’t just returning to their professional lives; they were returning to their lives together.
And even though the hospital was waiting, even though the world would continue to be demanding and exhausting, Rebecca knew that she had something real with Lillian.
Something that made everything else worth it.
As they got into the car to head back, Rebecca reached over, her hand finding Lillian’s and squeezing gently.
“You ready for another day?” Lillian asked with a small smile, her eyes twinkling.
Rebecca nodded, a sense of peace settling over her. “As long as I’m with you, yeah.”
And with that, they drove off, the city waking up around them, but for Rebecca, the day already felt full of promise.