Chapter 3 #2
She turned her attention to the sash of silk and slipped one finger underneath. The material surrendered without resistance, opening as though it had been anticipating her touch.
“See yourself,” she whispered against Debra’s neck. Billie couldn’t help but breathe her in. “What do you find there?”
Debra lifted her gaze to the glass, darting between their mirrored forms. The parted robe revealed a subtle mark near her hipbone, an intimate detail uncovered through chance and tenderness.
“I see someone…attempting,” Debra said.
“Attempts matter,” Billie told her as her fingers travelled lower, delicate and confident as she grazed them just above the waistband of Debra’s lace underwear. “Few people ever make them.”
“I’m not like the others.”
“No,” Billie concurred. “You’re not.”
She leaned in, the last of the space dividing them no longer an issue. Their reflection merged them into one outline, with Billie’s height sheltering Debra’s form, her hands aching to worship, the current of dominance resting silently between them.
Billie’s lips grazed her ear. “I don’t transform you into someone else. I reveal who you’ve always been.”
Debra’s eyes softened. “What if I’m afraid of that person?”
“Then we wait and try again another time, but trust me, you’re far more than your fears would have you believe.” Billie’s fingers inched the robe open a little more. “Still with me?”
“Yes.” They locked eyes, Debra’s stare unwavering. “Completely.”
Something charged passed between them, but this was the threshold she sought. Desire acknowledged out loud.
“Then we continue,” she said. “At whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”
Billie slid the robe from Debra’s body, fighting back the urge to drop to her knees for this woman. That wasn’t who she was anymore. She didn’t give herself freely to the first beautiful woman she came across. Actually, she didn’t give herself to anyone at all anymore.
She took a breath, inconspicuously of course, and leaned in once more. “Shall we?”
“Yes.” Debra trembled when Billie ghosted the back of her hand over the taut nipple peeking through the lace fabric. “I’m ready.”
“Keep those beautiful eyes on me.”
The word ready still hung between them as Billie pressed herself to Debra’s back. Debra caught their reflection—Billie’s dark suit and her own pale skin, the two of them separated only by breath—and the air changed. The temperature had certainly crept up.
She’d meant to keep her eyes open, to follow Billie’s instruction, but that first brush of contact when the back of Billie’s hand had teased her nipple into a painfully hard peak had made her world tilt. She exhaled a breathy moan and surrendered to whatever was happening here.
“So beautiful.”
Debra swallowed, entirely consumed by the woman pressed against her.
“Do you know what I see?” Billie asked as she slowly stroked her palm down Debra’s stomach, the tip of her tongue teasing the outline of Debra’s ear. “A woman who got back up.”
Billie didn’t hurry. She moved with purpose, inching that soft hand lower until it slipped past the waistband of her underwear. Debra’s breath hitched when Billie stilled her hand, aware that she was soaking wet with each whisper against her neck.
“A woman who deserves to feel wanted and explored…”
Those words lodged somewhere deep inside Debra, in a place that hadn’t heard anything like that in a long time. Her throat squeezed, a raw ache clawing its way upward and towards release. She blinked, fighting the sting behind her eyes.
Billie noticed. Of course she did. When her hand shifted again and two fingers pressed to Debra’s clit, her legs almost gave out. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever touched her quite like this. With care and respect…with a look of want buried deep in their eyes. “B-Billie…”
“Feel me. Feel what I see when I look at you…when I touch you.”
Oh, Debra felt it. She felt every minute movement. “Oh, God.”
“You deserve love and attention, Debra. You deserve to feel comfortable and appreciated in your own skin.” Billie shifted lower and eased two fingers inside Debra. “And your pretty pussy agrees with me.”
Whatever this woman was doing to her, Debra felt alive. She was so far removed from this life…this lifestyle, but she could indulge just this once. She had walked through the door to Brown & Co. with several expectations in mind, and Billie had fulfilled every last one so far.
“I want you to do something for me,” Billie said as she eased out of Debra and removed her underwear. She placed it down neatly on top of her pile of clothes and turned back to Debra, holding out a hand. “If you’re sure you want to continue?”
“Y-yes.” Debra barely managed to speak. She was so close to losing control entirely that she didn’t trust her voice. “Anything you want from me.”
Billie angled her head and smiled. “Mm. You’re rather obedient for a woman who came in here for nothing more than a suit.”
“I didn’t think anyone would ever say the things you’ve said to me today.”
“Then I’m glad I did.” Billie guided her towards the velvet couch along the main wall of the fitting room. “Sit.”
Debra did as she was instructed, every inch of her body pulsing with desire and pleasure.
Billie lowered herself to her knees and lifted Debra’s chin with two fingers. “Tell me…with honesty this time, what do you see?”
Debra’s breath wavered, but she didn’t look away. “I see a woman who wants to feel alive again.”
“Then lie back and spread for me.”
She had expected nerves, maybe embarrassment, or at least a rush of regret, but none of those things came.
What came instead was scorching heat as Billie’s palms slid up her thighs, exploring their way into warm wetness.
And beneath that heat was something far more dangerous.
Recognition. Billie’s hands knew where to go. They knew what Debra craved.
She eased two fingers back inside her and dipped her head.
She placed an open-mouthed kiss just above Debra’s pussy and smiled as she gazed up at her through dark, sexy, hooded eyes.
It was the intent behind them that unravelled Debra.
The promise that this was still about her and not a performance.
“I know you’re close, that’s perfectly okay.
I want you to enjoy your first time with me and take whatever you need.
We can always draw you out a little longer next time. ”
With the knowledge that a next time was possible, Debra relaxed back onto the couch and surrendered once more.
The moment Billie’s lips wrapped around her clit, Debra lost all sense of where she was. The euphoria, the gentle lashing of her tongue, the stretch as her fingers delved a little deeper…it was all too much for Debra.
“Oh, fuck!” She rode the rising wave of sensation, her breath uneven as her hips moved in slow, grinding circles against the heat of Billie’s mouth. The rhythm was hers, even as Billie guided her with gentle pressure, even as need rippled through her.
Debra still felt this was all her doing.
Her choosing. Her claiming.
She clutched at the back of Billie’s head not to control, but to anchor herself to something real as the rest of her drifted into sensation. “Billie, I—”
“Let it happen, beautiful.”
It wasn’t until the tension started to coil in her belly, her thighs trembling, that she truly understood why women kept coming back here.
The smallest part of her had considered that maybe sex could be expected.
She was generally good at reading between the lines, or perhaps she’d imagined a performance…
some erotic illusion to make her forget what she’d come for.
What she found instead was slow ruin. Unhurried.
Intentional. A worship she hadn’t known she’d needed.
“Don’t hold back,” Billie murmured against her, her voice vibrating through Debra’s already overly sensitive body. “Let yourself feel.”
Debra’s head fell back, the soft velvet enveloping her. “Billie…” It was little more than a plea for mercy that didn’t exist. Billie didn’t know the meaning of mercy, and Debra didn’t want it.
Her thighs started to shake, every breath a gasp as she tried and failed to swallow. She could feel herself reaching the brink. That beautiful, terrifying edge where she was no longer a woman sitting on a couch, but a pulse…a raw nerve ready to burst open.
And she did.
The world didn’t go quiet as she’d always imagined.
It roared. Blood in her ears, her heartbeat in her throat, euphoria wracking every muscle in her body.
She shattered on Billie’s tongue with a sound she’d never made before—a mixture of a sob and a desperately needed release—and when the world finally slid back into shape, she found Billie’s hands still on her, gently coaxing her through the aftershocks.
Billie lifted her head after a moment and rested her cheek against Debra’s inner thigh, her lips brushing over her skin in gratitude. As she looked up at Debra, her eyes said everything. “You see? You’re already more than enough.”
Debra startled herself when she leaned forward and cupped Billie’s face, her thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. She hadn’t expected a softness to follow the heat. But it was there, and Debra needed Billie to know that she appreciated what she’d done for her here today. “Thank you.”
Billie smiled, but slowly drew back from Debra’s touch. “Next time,” she said, as if there was no doubt and no question at all, “we’ll take our time and find every part of you that you’ve forgotten exists.”
Debra inhaled a shaky breath, and for the first time in a long time, it didn’t hurt to breathe.
She was wanted, and she was far from done.
“Right,” Billie went on, rising to her feet with her suit immaculate and her gaze still burning, “we can go ahead and take those measurements now, or you can relax for a while in our lounge with champagne.”
Debra wasn’t sure she could concentrate on fabric and measurements right now. Champagne absolutely seemed like the right idea. After all, she should be celebrating what had happened here today. “I think champagne sounds wonderful.”
Billie offered her a single nod. “Champagne it is. I’ll direct you to our lounge once you’re feeling…a little more steady on your feet.”