Chapter 44
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 just how 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.
“Impressive,” Rosa smirked. “Now, do you think you might remember what to do with it?”
“Why don’t you remind me?” Billy said, moving closer until her hips were in line with Rosa’s mouth. “Do you want to kiss it?”
“Not really,” Rosa answered, but she took hold of it and began to move her palm up and down. “Lube?”
Billy reached down and pulled open a small drawer. “In there.”
Rosa found it and squeezed a little along the length of the shaft, her palm continuing to move up and down, spreading it and creating a friction that made Billy hiss and bite her lip.
“Do you remember the first time we did this?” she asked Billy, who nodded. “And you remember what I told you then?”
“Yes.”
“Remind me.”
“You said, ‘Stop fucking me like you think I’ll break.’”
Rosa grinned, released the dildo, and wiped her hand on the towel before standing up and letting it fall to the floor. She turned and leaned over the edge of the bed, her backside in the air. Billy’s palm caressed it before slapping hard enough to make Rosa whimper.
“Still like that too, huh?”
Rosa’s backside wiggled in response.
Billy ran her palm over Rosa’s skin, gentle at first, then firmer, fingers tracing the curve of her hip. She nudged Rosa’s legs apart, pressing her own body in close, the harnessed dildo heavy and warm against Rosa’s skin.
“Ready?” Billy asked, her voice low.
Rosa nodded, pushing her hips back in invitation. “Don’t make me wait.”
Billy guided the tip between Rosa’s legs, teasing her, letting it glide through slickness before pressing in—slow, steady, giving Rosa time to adjust. One hand gripped Rosa’s waist, grounding them both, while the other stroked up her spine, reassuring, possessive.
Rosa’s breath caught as Billy thrust, building a rhythm—gentle at first, then deeper, harder, matching the quiet pleas and the arch of Rosa’s back, the slap of skin, the creak of the bed.
Billy bent forward, lips brushing against Rosa’s shoulder. “Still want more?”
Rosa gasped, “Yes, please. Just like that—don’t stop.”
Billy held her steady, rocking into her, whispering encouragement—dirty, sweet, all for Rosa. When Rosa came, it was with a guttural cry, her body clenching around the toy, legs shaking as Billy slowed, easing her through the aftershocks.
Billy pressed a kiss to Rosa’s shoulder again, not moving away, just holding her, letting the moment linger just long enough to settle, until she was thrusting again, building the pleasure once more.
“Yes,” Rosa cried out, pushing up on her hands, her body arching to meet each thrust. “Harder.”
Billy’s hands tightened on Rosa’s hips, her rhythm growing more urgent, the headboard banging the wall with every movement. The air in the room was thick with heat and the scent of sex, the sheets rumpling beneath Rosa’s hands as she rocked back, matching Billy’s pace.
Rosa’s breath came in ragged gasps, the sensations almost overwhelming as Billy drove deeper, every thrust sending sparks through her. Billy bent forward again, lips brushing the nape of Rosa’s neck, her voice low and rough. “You feel so good.”
Rosa moaned, fingers twisting in the bedding. “Don’t stop—please—”
Billy’s hand slid around, fingers circling Rosa’s clit, moving in time with the thrusts. Rosa shuddered, hips jerking, her body tightening as pleasure built and crested. She cried out as she came, legs trembling, the world narrowing to Billy’s hands and hips and mouth.
Billy slowed, easing Rosa through the aftershocks again, pressing soft kisses to her back and shoulders, her hands gentle and steady. For a moment, they stayed like that—breathless, tangled together.