Page 48 of Dr. Lillian Harrington
Lillian smiled, her eyes bright with affection. "Always."
They stepped into the room, and in that moment, Rebecca knew—this was what happiness felt like. And for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid to hold onto it.
The moment Rebecca and Lillian stepped into their hotel room and the door closed softly behind them, the air shifted. There was a quiet tension between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was something deeper—something filled with anticipation, a pull that had been building all night. The glow from the citylights outside filtered through the large windows, casting a soft, dim light over the room. The atmosphere felt intimate, as if the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of them.
Rebecca glanced at Lillian, who stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the city. Lillian’s eyes met hers, and in that moment, words weren’t necessary. The connection between them was palpable, like an electric current humming beneath the surface, ready to spark.
Lillian smiled, a small, knowing smile, and Rebecca felt her heart skip a beat. How had she gotten here? To this point where she could look at someone and feel so utterly unguarded, so open. It was new, terrifying, but also exhilarating. Lillian had that effect on her—making her feel safe even when she was standing on the edge of something unknown.
Without a word, Lillian stepped closer, her fingers brushing lightly against Rebecca’s arm, the touch soft but enough to send a shiver through her. The warmth of Lillian’s touch felt grounding, pulling Rebecca out of her head and into the present moment.
“Come here,” Lillian whispered, her voice low and soft, filled with affection.
Rebecca let herself be led toward the bed, her heart beating steadily, but not with the usual nerves or fear she’d felt in the past. This time, it was different. It wasn’t just physical; it was about being completely present with Lillian, about sharing something deeper than they had before.
As they stood beside the bed, Lillian’s fingers trailed up Rebecca’s arm, over her shoulder, before settling at the nape of her neck. She leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to Rebecca’s lips. It wasn’t rushed; it was gentle, a kiss that spoke of tenderness, of love, and of the quiet promise they had made to each other.
Rebecca’s hands found their way to Lillian’s waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together in a slow, deliberate dance. There was no urgency, no rush to move forward. They had time—time to explore, time to savor. And for once, Rebecca wasn’t afraid to take that time.
Lillian’s hands slipped under the fabric of Rebecca’s blouse, her fingers grazing against her skin, and Rebecca felt a warmth spread through her, a heat that was more than just physical. It was the feeling of being wanted, of being cared for in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long.
They undressed each other slowly, carefully, their movements fluid and unhurried. Each touch, each kiss, felt intentional, as if they were both savoring the moment, knowing how rare it was to find something that felt this right.
When they finally lay down on the bed, tangled in the soft sheets, the room bathed in the soft glow from outside, Rebecca took a moment to simply look at Lillian. She had never allowed herself this before—to be vulnerable, to let someone see all of her, without any of the walls she usually kept so firmly in place.
And yet, here she was. With Lillian. Unafraid.
“You’re incredible,” Lillian murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along Rebecca’s arm, her eyes filled with warmth and something deeper, something that made Rebecca feel like she was the only person in the world.
Rebecca smiled softly, her hand resting on Lillian’s cheek. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion.
Lillian leaned into her touch, her smile soft. “You deserve this, Rebecca. All of it. You just had to let yourself believe that.”
Rebecca’s heart swelled at Lillian’s words, and for the first time, she felt the truth of them. She did deserve this. She deserved to be happy, to be loved, to feel safe. And Lillian hadshown her that—had given her the space to feel all of those things without fear.
They kissed again, slower this time, their bodies pressing together, their movements in perfect sync. It wasn’t just about passion; it was about connection, about showing each other how much they meant, how much they cared. Every touch, every kiss, was a reminder of the bond they had built, a bond that had only grown stronger over time.
They moved together with purpose, not coyness—hands where they needed to be, mouths where they did the most damage. Rebecca took Lillian’s jaw in one hand and kissed her hard, then dropped to her throat and worked there: open-mouth kisses, a slow pull of teeth, tongue to cool the sting. Her other hand was already inside Lillian’s top, pushing fabric up, thumbs circling until both nipples were tight, then taking one into her mouth and sucking until Lillian’s hips jerked against her thigh.
“Higher,” Lillian breathed, already arching. Rebecca answered by sliding her palm down over stomach and lower, under the band of her panties, parting her with two fingers and testing what she already knew—wet, hot, ready. She set a rhythm that wasn’t gentle so much as exact: thumb on Lillian’s clit in tight, steady circles, two fingers pressing in and curling on the drag back, again and again until Lillian’s voice thinned and her knees fell wider without being asked.
“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 punchedinto 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.
