A/N: I havenāt written in soooo long, so this may be painful to read. Also, please send some requests! I wanna get back into writingš«¶š¼
Warnings: Smut. Minimal plot.
āBil? Baby?ā I call out as I enter the house, noticing the peaceful quiet, followed by the whisper of music echoing through from the garden.
Following the sound, through the sliding doors, I spot Billie laying on her stomach one one of the sun loungers; that multi-colored Prada bikini, contrasted against her milky, smooth skin.
I walk up behind her, my footsteps soft as to not startle her. Sitting on the edge of the lounger, I slide my hand up the back of her thigh, eliciting a slight flinch of her body. She turns her head to spot me next to her, a lazy grin pulling at her lips.
āHi, baby girlā. Her voice is low, eyes squinted in the afternoon sun.
āHow long have you been out here, gorgeous?ā I question, noticing the heat from her skin under my palm. āDid you put sun cream on?ā.
She nods softly before speaking.
āAbout 3 hours, but yeah, Iāve put some on.ā Nodding softly, I massage the back of her thigh gently, smiling as her legs spread, just slightly, but obvious.
āGood girl.ā I whisper and her reacting is slight. Barely there, but noticeable. A faint rosy blush tints her cheeks, that has nothing to do with the LA heat. The slow expansion of her pupils, black overtaking the ice blue of her irisā. Her lips part gently, just enough to let out a whispered breath.
āSay that againā¦ please.ā Billieās voice comes out almost breathless. āCall me a good girl againā¦ā. She sits up, slowly, kneeling on the lounger and facing me. I try to hold back a mischievous smile, my own heart fluttering in realization.
āYou wanna by my good girl?ā I whisper, tauntingly. A soft breeze passes by, causing her hair to blow in the wind, making her look desperately angelic.
She nods, almost pathetically and the action causes my own thighs to clench together, feeling a growing pulse in my clit. Billieās eyes zone in on the movement, and a soft whimper escapes her. I stand up and hold my hand out for her, as she watches my movements intently. She slips her hand into mine and uses the grip to stand up, before her hands find the home around my waist; my arms resting loosely around her neck.
āYouāll have to earn it then, sweet girl.ā I whisper, teasingly. My stomach flips at her visible reaction: the rise of her chest, the way her tongue peaks out and drags along her bottom lip, the way her hands tighten on my hips. Suddenly, sheās lifting me up and my legs wrap around her waist, a soft gasp leaving my lips, before smirking*
āImpatient, baby girl?ā Billie simply nods and walks us into the house, through the kitchen, to the living room and placing me on the couch, before kneeling before me. āwhat are you doing, my love?ā I whisper, caressing her cheek.
āWanna be your good girl, and make you feel goodā. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as her soft voice, but a burning satisfaction settles in my chest.
āThen show me, pretty girl. Be good for meā¦ā
Billie wastes no time unbuttoning my jeans, whilst looking at me with those wide, blown out eyes. Her plump lips wet from were she has been licking them in with impatience. She tugs the denim down my legs, along with the lace of my panties. A soft groan escapes her throat as she looks at the wetness between my legs.
āsee something you want, princess?ā My question is answered with an almost timid nod, as blush continues to build on her flushed skin.
āWanna tasteā¦ please?ā Billie mutters, eyes fixated on the way my pussy lips part slowly as I spread my legs. I comb my hands through her hair, bringing her head closer.
āTake what you want baby, show me how good you areā¦ā I mumble, massaging her scalp as she takes a shaky breath, before leaning closer and gliding her tongue through my folds. I choke out a breathless moan at the feeling, my fingers tightening on her roots slightly. Her tongue teases at my entrance, gathering my juices on her tongue and swallowing audibly, before circling her tongue around my pulsing clit.
āFuckā fuck, baby girlā¦ just like that, youāre doing so good for me.ā I whine, my hips rolling in time with her tongue. Billieās eyes flutter at my praise, her fingers gripping my thighs tighter, as she fastens her pace on my clit.
āFingers babyā use your fingers for me Angel.ā Billie doesnāt hesitate to listen to my instructions. Without taking her tongue off my clit, she releases my thigh with one hand, and brings two fingers to my entrance, coating them in my arousal before sliding them in, drawing out a choked gasp from me.
She curls them deliciously, pumping them in and out, rubbing them against the spongy spot inside me. My thighs shake at the stimulation on my clit and g-spot.
āBillie babyā¦ fuck donāt stop. Making me feel sāgoodā. Billie moans agaisnt me, quickening her pace with both her tongue and fingers. My thighs begin to shake around her head, fingers tightening in her hair. Billie then grazes her teeth against my swollen clit, and stars explode behind my eyes.
My back bows off the couch as I cry out her name. Her fingers continue to work in and out of me as my pussy pulses around her, whilst she coaxes me through my orgasm.
Eventually I melt agaisnt the cushions on the couch. Breathless, eyes heavy and glazed and chest heaving, I look down at Billie, who is still in her knees between my legs. She looks up at me with those big, enchanting eyes; her lips swollen and doused in my arousal.
āDid I do good?ā She asks timidly, but thereās a look of mischievous desire in her eyes.
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