Page 109 of All the Forbidden Things
She gives the smallest of smiles, nods, grabs the front of my T-shirt, and pulls me back down. My mouth crashes into hers. Her hips buck and grind against mine.
“Fuck it. I’m taking you to bed, I wanna be able to see all of you,” I tell her.
Manoeuvring one leg off the sofa and onto the floor, I manage to stand without letting her go. A quick glance down at Layla lets me know she’s sleeping soundly on her cot mattress with her fleece blankets tucked securely around her.
I carry Billie, who is still wrapped around me, to her bedroom and lay her back on the bed.
She bites down on the corner of her bottom lip while raking over my chest and face with her bright blue eyes. I pull off my T-shirt, and when she licks her lips, I have to draw in a ragged breath in an attempt to calm myself the fuck down. I want this so bad, and I want it to be good, for her, for me, for ourus.
With shaking hands, I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my hips and thighs, taking my boxers and socks off with them. Her wide eyes follow my actions and take in every inch of me.
I kneel between her legs on the bed. Helping her off with her top, I’m made all too aware of the cast on her arm and what she’s recently been through. I don’t want to bring it up, but I need her to know she’s safe.
“We’ll take this at your pace. You want me to stop, slow down, go faster, you tell me, and I’ll make it happen. You got that?”
Her eyes are wide when they meet mine and she nods.
“Tell me you know that.”
“I know,” she says quietly.
My eyes dance across her face as I gently lay her back on the bed and, pull off her Penelope Pitstop pyjama bottoms, throw them to the floor, and stare. From her purple sparkly covered toenails, up the length of her shapely legs, the curve of her hips, her soft belly, tiny waist, and each of her perfect tits, I take it all in. Every delicious inch of her.
I hold out my hand, and when she takes it, I pull her back up to straddle me.
I cup the side of her face with one hand and hold on to her hip with the other, brushing my thumb over the soft skin there, I tell her, “I’m all yours. You’re in charge.”
She drags her top teeth over her bottom lip a couple of times as she looks down at my chest, then my abs, then to where my cock sits upright between us.
For Billie, I’ve learned dragging her teeth over her lip is something she does to control her nerves, but for me, it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and I absolutely love that she’s clueless to this fact.
Moving my hand from her hip, I begin stroking myself. The tip of my cock glistens already, and how I haven’t exploded yet will forever remain a mystery.
Billie shocks the shit out of me and wraps her hand around mine and squeezes before she, too, starts to stroke me. We both watch, and it’s the most spectacularly erotic thing I’ve ever shared with a woman.
I move my hand away and, sliding it between her legs, I find her clit. With my middle finger, I rub a few times before adding another and sliding them through her oh-so-wet slit.
“Come fuck me, Bamm.”
Without a word, she rises up onto her knees, moves over me, positions herself, before sliding back down so fucking slowly I swear it nearly kills me. We don’t move. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, but we both remain perfectly still until I move my hands and grip each of her hips.
“Let me feel you,” I say as I press my lips to her ear.
She rises higher, before sliding back down, taking more of me this time as she does. Her pussy is gripping me almost as tightly as her hand was, and when she slides back down a third time and I’m buried balls deep, I grind into her. Helping to move her by holding on to her hips, we find our rhythm and, very soon, we pick up the pace. Her tits bounce, and everything about her is so fucking perfect that I know I’m not gonna last long. When she arches her back, tilts her head, and lets out a soft moan, I take one nipple, gently into my mouth and find her clit again, this time with my thumb.
She bucks against me and I feel the first contractions of her internal muscles gripping my cock. I move my mouth from her tits so I can watch her come.
“Look at me. I need to see you, baby. Eyes on me.”
She’s been practically silent this whole time, but when our eyes meet, and she grinds down hard, rocking her clit against me, she lets out another moan so loud, so full of everything she’s feeling, that it touches a place inside me I never knew existed, and I can’t hold back anymore.
Pushing Billie to her back, I bend her knee, push it towards her shoulder and angle myself, so I can be inside her as deep as possible.
And then I fuck her.
But it’s not enough.
Not for me.
