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BILLIES POV
I know I shouldn't have come back, but I did anyway. I needed to see her again. I told myself I wasnât going to return, but after that one night we had, I needed to see her again⊠no, I have to have her one last time.
I stepped into the club, immediately swallowed by the strobing lights and the bass pounding through the walls hard enough to shake my chest. Onstage, half-dressed women moved around chrome poles with practiced seduction, their skin glistening beneath the hot neon lights.
Men crowded around the stage with flushed faces and hungry eyes, tossing crumpled bills into the air while drunken cheers echoed through the room.
I turned away from the spectacle without much interest. I wasnât here for any of them.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my suit pants, feeling a few lingering stares follow me as I walked deeper into the club. Some of the dancers looked at me with curiosity, others with open greed, but none of it mattered. My focus stayed locked on one person.
The farther I walked, the dimmer the music became until I reached the back hallway reserved for private rooms. Dark velvet curtains hung from the walls, rich crimson under the low amber lights.
Gold trim lined the mirrors, and the air smelled faintly of expensive perfume, liquor, and cigarette smoke. Soft jazz blended with the muffled bass from outside, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere.
As I approached the front desk, a woman sitting behind it looked up at me with a smooth smile.
âWho are you here for tonight?â she asked, her voice silky. âWeâve got the best women in New York, as long as the price is right.â
A quiet chuckle left my throat. âIâm here for Peaches.â
A knowing look flashed across her face before she nodded. Without another word, she led me down the hallway and stopped in front of one of the private rooms. She pulled the velvet curtain aside for me, and I stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit with soft red lighting that cast shadows across the walls. A small stage sat in the center with a polished silver pole stretching from floor to ceiling. Plush black couches lined the walls, and a glass table sat in front of them with a half melted candle flickering lazily in the middle.
I lowered myself into one of the seats, my eyes fixed on the empty stage as anticipation settled heavily in my chest.
I grabbed a cigar and lighter from the small table next to me. I lit the cigar and took a slow puff, the smoke filling my lungs before I let it out into the air. The smell of smoke surrounded me as I leaned back in my seat.
But as I waited My phone rang for the fourth time, and I sighed, letting it ring out until it went to voicemail. A text popped up immediately after.
Quenđ
Quenđ: Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell.
Quenđ: ANSWER YOUR PHONE!
Firstly, calm down.
Quenđ: I am calm đ
Why are you blowing up my phone? I told you I'm busy.
Quenđ: No you did not.
I'm working late, Quen. I told you that.
Quenđ: Again?
Yes.
Just then, I heard the door open, followed by her voice, soft and teasing.
"Here again? You really need a hobby."
Quenđ
I'll see you later, gotta take this call.
I didn't wait for a reply. I turned off my phone and slid it back into my pocket without another thought.
"This is my hobby," I said with a smirk, watching as she stepped further into the room. She shook her head, trying not to smile.
"That's sad."
I just chuckled. I was used to her playful little remarks by now. They were part of our routine.
Every time I told Quen I was working late, I was really here. Lying through my teeth. Falling a little deeper into something I wasn't sure I could crawl out of.
Peaches had become part of my nightly thoughts. A fixation. An obsession I fed with smoke, money, and glances from the dark corners of this club.
We hadn't done anything truly intimate yet. Nothing beyond the dances that felt like we were already breaking the rules. Dances that left my body trembling and my breath short.
Her body always moved like she knew exactly what I needed. Her lips were always just a whisper away from mine but never touched.
"I got ten thousand for you," I said, voice low and steady.
She raised a brow, not needing me to explain.
She knew exactly what I meant. The game had been cute, the teasing, the way she left me aching. But it was getting out of hand.
She had me in a hold she didn't even realize. I couldn't touch Quen without thinking about her, without her face flashing in my head. I couldn't find pleasure without thinking about her body moving against mine, her voice in my ear, her scent all over me.
"More," she said simply.
"Twenty."
"Thirty-five," she countered, locking the door behind her. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she walked toward me, eyes never leaving mine.
This was a negotiation, and she was winning.
"Thirty," I said.
She stopped a foot in front of me. "Fifty thousand or nothing. Not even a dance."
Then she bent over slowly and took the blunt from between my fingers. Her chest hovered near my face for a second before she pulled back and slipped the blunt between her lips. She inhaled deep, like she needed the smoke to steady herself too.
I stared at her body like I hadn't already memorized it.
I stared at her body like I hadn't already memorized it. The lingerie was barely there. Black mesh with rhinestone trim that sparkled with every move.
The top barely held her full chest in place, the straps cutting across her smooth brown skin like artwork. The bottoms were little more than a triangle of sheer fabric that dipped low in the front and rode high on her hips.
Her curves were framed perfectly, her stomach flat, her waist tiny, her thighs soft and strong.
Under the light she glowed, looking like she had been painted in gold.
I had never seen anyone look so expensive.
I nodded, reaching into my purse and pulling out the stacks. "Okay."
She blew the smoke out slow and held the blunt in the corner of her mouth as she counted. She flipped through each band carefully before setting the money on the table beside her.
She didn't say a word. She just gave me a long look, then stepped between my legs. Her fingers brushed my collar, dragging down the fabric slightly, her nails grazing my skin.
She didn't kiss me, but she leaned in close. Her lips brushed the shell of my ear, her breath warm enough to make my chest tighten.
Her hand rested on my thigh, tracing slowly upward."Look at you, all ready for me," she murmured, voice low and amused.
All I could do was exhale through my nose, my chest rising as I stared into her eyes. I didn't speak. I couldn't. My jaw clenched as I fought the urge to pull her onto me and take what I had paid for.
She stayed like that for a second, just watching me, hand resting lightly over my cock. The tension between us was unbearable, her touch light but promising something filthy.
Then she lowered herself slowly to her knees, keeping that steady eye contact the entire way down. Her fingers moved to my waistband and she pulled both my pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. I sprung free, thick and already glistening at the tip.
She looked at it like it was familiar.
Like she'd been thinking about it just as much as I'd been thinking about her.
And I just sat there, legs wide open, heart pounding, breath shallow, letting her take her time. Because I knew this was about to be worth every damn dollar.
Her warm hands rubbed my thighs, her nails light and teasing, dragging across my skin as she leaned in closer.
"Looks like it grew."
"You can take it."
"I know I can." Her voice was silky, confident, and soaked in lust. Her eyes flickered up to mine, a cocky expression playing on her face like she already knew she had me wrapped around her finger.
My dick jumped the second her hands finally touched it, and she smirked.
"Reactive. I like that."
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and leaned in, her lips parting as she slid the tip slowly into her mouth.
She sucked gently at first, lips pursed tight around the head of my dick. The vibration from her hum mixed with her drool had my eyes rolling back a little.
She kissed the head like it was something sacred, her tongue lapping and teasing it before she sank down, taking almost all of me until her lips touched the base.
Her hands bracing against my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, slow at first, then faster.
She gagged slightly, but didn't stop.
She came back up, her lips shiny, her eyes glazed. She gripped my spit-covered shaft with both hands, jerking it expertly. Her wrists twisted with every stroke, and her spit made a lewd sound with every pump.
Then she leaned down and spit directly on it, watching it drip over me before jerking faster. Her mouth opened and she sucked my balls into her mouth, her tongue circling them one by one.
My thighs tensed and my toes curled tight.
"Fuckk," I groaned, breathless and stunned at how good she worked her mouth.
Her hands never stopped. One jerked me hard and wet, the other reached up to caress and rub my stomach. Her lips returned to my shaft, licking and kissing the vein that ran along the side.
Then she deep-throated me again and unhooked her bra with one hand. I barely caught the sight of her tossing it to the side before both her hands returned to work. One massaged my balls while the other held the base of my dick steadily.
âLook at meâ she whispered.
Her voice was raspy, almost demanding, and when I looked down she was already watching me. Her eyes were low and heavy with want, her lips swollen and wet, her mouth open as she took me in again.
She moved with purpose now, sucking hard and deep. Her cheeks hollowed out, and her head twisted in rhythm as she moaned around me. The pressure and pace made my whole body jerk.
I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her, pushing her down slowly. She whimpered, a soft sound that made my stomach tighten, but she didn't stop.
The sight of her like this had me ready to explode. Her hair a mess in my hand, her lips stretched around me, her tits out, her eyes locked on mine. She was filthy, beautiful, unbothered, and in total control even while on her knees.
To me, she had never looked sexier.
The way she let me use her mouth, the way she moaned and drooled and never once broke eye contact, it drove me insane. She was perfection.
My legs twitched again and my toes curled as she moved faster. Her hands massaged and stroked, her mouth sucked and swallowed. Her pace grew wild, and I let her have it all.
I felt it build fast, hotter and heavier with each second. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut as I gripped her tighter, guiding her as my hips jerked up. My chest rose, breath caught in my throat.
And then I came.
Hard.
All in her mouth.
She didn't flinch. She took it like she was starving for it. Swallowed every drop.
I exhaled slow and heavy, chest rising and falling as I looked down at her.
Her lips were glossy, cheeks flushed, eyes wild and satisfied like she just did something she was proud of.
I reached down and grabbed her by the arms, lifting her up from her knees and pulling her straight onto my lap.
She straddled me easily, her knees on either side of my thighs, and I leaned in and kissed her like I'd been needing it my whole life.
It was messy from the start. Tongues immediately clashing, mouths open wide, licking into each other like we had something to prove.
Her lips were still slick with my cum and spit, and I didn't care. I wanted to taste all of it. I licked into her mouth deeper, pulling her closer, gripping her ass as I sucked on her bottom lip and dragged my teeth gently across it.
She moaned into my mouth, grinding her hips into me while I devoured her like she was the one feeding me.
My hands roamed her back, fingers spreading over her skin as I moved my lips to her jaw, then her neck, licking and sucking softly just beneath her ear.
Her skin was hot under my tongue, sweet with sweat and the scent of her perfume still lingering.
I let my mouth trail lower, licking across her collarbone, tasting the salt and heat of her skin, biting lightly when she shivered. Her chest rose with each breath, breast bare, right there in front of me.
And I took my time making my way to them.
I could feel her soaking through the thin fabric of her thong, her pussy lips gliding against my dick with every slow, deliberate roll of her hips. Each grind left my shaft slicker, making it twitch and harden all over again, hungry for more.
"You're dripping, I did that?" I whispered, voice low and smug as my middle finger pressed against her slit, rubbing up and down the damp mesh with just enough pressure to make her hips stutter.
She let out a shaky breath, one hand fisting in the back of my hair when my lips finally closed around her nipple. I sucked it gently at first, then let my tongue flick over the hardening peak.
"No, the man before-"
I bit her nipple and slapped her ass hard with my free hand. The sting made her whimper, the sound shooting straight to my dick.
"Don't fucking play with me," I growled against her skin, then licked her nipple slow and soft to soothe the bite.
Peaches chuckled, but it melted into a moan when my fingers slipped under the cloth and made contact with her bare pussy.
She was so wet, so warm.
I could feel her throbbing around my fingers, her body already begging for more. Impatient whines fell from her lips as I began massaging her slit with two fingers, slow at first, then deeper.
My lips moved to her other nipple, tongue curling around the hard peak as I sucked it into my mouth.
"Fuckk," she groaned, grinding harder into my hand as my fingers slipped deep inside her.
"Mhm, ride my fingers, baby." I slapped her ass firmly, the soft clap echoing off the walls and making her rock her hips faster.
I kept fingering her, fast and deep, curling my fingers just right.My eyes opened and looked up at her face, taking in the way her head was thrown back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes rolled back in bliss.
She looked so fucking good like this. Like a dream that had come true twice.
Having her in my lap, my mouth on her breasts, my fingers inside her again felt like a fucking blessing. I couldn't get enough of her and I hadn't even stuck it in yet.
I told myself this would be the last time.
But I lied.
I don't think a few nights with her will ever be enough. I already wanted more, and we had barely started.
She pulled my mouth away from her chest and kissed me. Hard. Her moan spilled into my mouth as her tongue slipped past my lips, swirling against mine before sucking it between her lips.
She sucked on my tongue like it was candy, slow and wet, and I let her. My fingers never stopped moving inside her, pushing faster, deeper, as her slickness poured down my hand, dripping all the way to my elbow.
My other hand slid from her ass and came to her clit. I rubbed fast, tight circles with my thumb, all while keeping the rhythm of my fingers steady and strong inside her.
Peaches finally released my tongue with a wet pop, gripping the back of my neck with one hand and the couch with the other. Her hips rotated, her breasts bouncing beautifully with every thrust of my fingers.
"You look so beautiful, mama," I rasped against her skin, leaning in to lick up her neck, letting my tongue trail along the curve of it, tasting her, wanting all of her.
She moaned louder, breathless and undone, her mouth hanging open as she chased her climax.
"S-shitt," she stuttered, thighs trembling, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers, her clit throbbing wildly beneath my thumb.
I knew the woman body well enough to know exactly what that meant.
"You gonna cum for me? Hm?" I whispered low and thick against her ear, licking just below it, then sucking gently on the soft skin.
"Y-yess, yess!"
And just then she came.
Her hips jerked erratically, her head falling back, a loud moan ripping from her throat as she unraveled in my lap, soaking my hand.
I didn't give her a second to catch her breath.
I wrapped my arms around her and laid her back against the couch, then flipped her over onto her stomach. Her hair spilled across the cushion, and I grabbed her hips and lifted them, arching her body just how I wanted.
She chuckled breathlessly, looking over her shoulder with a lazy smile. "You're desperate for an another piece of me , huh?"
I didn't deny it. I leaned down until my lips brushed her ear. "You have no idea."
I didn't give her a chance to talk before I aligned my dick to her entrance and slowly sank into her. The feeling of her tightening around me made me bite my lip, fighting back a groan that wanted to escape.
My hand found her hip, my thumb pressing into the soft skin of her lower back as I held her steady. I stayed buried to the hilt, letting her get used to the fullness, watching the way her head tipped back and her throat worked as she swallowed.
"You okay?" I rasped, my voice strained as I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her damp hairline.
Yeah," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "Just... give me a second."
I waited, stroking her back in slow circles to help her adjust, feeling her heartbeat racing against my palm. Then, I began to move. It started slow, agonizingly slow, just a shallow grind that dragged my cock through her wetness.
Her nails dug into the couch cushions, her breath hitching with every inch I withdrew.
"It's good," she whispered, her hips rising to meet my slow thrusts. "Keep going."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I picked up the pace, my strokes growing deeper and harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mixed with her soft moans and my own ragged breaths. I reached up to grab her breasts, squeezing them as I pounded into her, feeling her body quiver with every impact.
Her back arched, her head thrown back, and she cried out as I hit a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. I knew I'd found it. I watched her face contort with pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream.
"You like that?" I asked, grinning as I watched her writhe beneath me.
"Mmhmm," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Yes."
I spanked her ass again, the sound echoing through the room, and she jolted, her hips bucking against me. "More."
I didn't hold back anymore. I pounded into her with reckless abandon, my body slapping against hers. I was lost in the sex, completely consumed by the urge to fill her up, to mark her, to possess her. Her body was a playground for my desires.
I leaned down until my face was right in front of hers, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that swallowed her gasp. My tongue tangled aggressively with hers, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her arousal, and I refused to break the contact even as I pistoned into her harder, deeper.
I pulled back just enough to watch her eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy, but I didn't stop moving my hips. I was deep now, buried to the root every time I bottomed out, and I could feel the way her inner walls rippled and fluttered around me, milking me for everything I had.
"Look at you," I growled, a hand coming up to grab her neck, fingers splaying against her throat as I applied just enough pressure to cut off her air slightly, sending a fresh wave of heat through her veins. "Taking me so well. So fucking wet for me."
She couldn't answer, only a broken whine escaping her as I snapped my hips forward, hard and fast, chasing my own release.
"You love this, don't you?" I demanded, pulling her hair to the side so I could kiss and bite along her neck, licking at the frantic pulse beating there. "You love being used like this."
She nodded frantically, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as her body reacted to the rough treatment.
"Yes... yes, I do..."
I grinned against her skin, a dark, possessive sound that vibrated through her. "Say it."
"I love it! I love being your slut!"
The words hit me like a bullet. My eyes snapped down to hers, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. The control I thought I had was slipping, but god, did it feel good.
I flipped her over onto her back in one swift motion, hiking her legs up over my shoulders. The new angle hit her even deeper, and I saw her eyes roll back, a scream tearing from her throat.
"Fuck," I hissed, my head falling forward as I pistoned into her with abandon.
I reached down and grabbed her ankles, pressing them back toward her chest to open her up completely to me. I wanted to see everything. I wanted to watch her body break down beneath me, piece by piece.
"You're so beautiful when you cum," I rasped, watching her breasts bounce with every rough thrust. "Look at this pussy. Clenching down on me like it can't get enough."
She was a mess of writhing limbs and moans, completely undone, but she was still holding on, trying to meet my gaze even as her vision blurred.
I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting down hard on the sensitive peak, making her arch her back off the couch.
"Come for me, peaches," I ordered, my voice dropping to a guttural growl as I ground my pelvis against hers, hitting that spot inside her over and over again. "Show me how much you want me."
She bucked wildly, her back arching off the couch, her fingers clawing at my back, leaving red trails behind. She screamed my name, a raw, broken sound that echoed off the walls, her body seizing up as she went over the edge.
I felt her clamp down on me, her inner walls fluttering violently, rippling around my cock as she rode out her orgasm. It was too much.
I groaned, my hips stuttering, and I buried myself deep inside her, spilling into her with a guttural moan, filling her up until I was sure there was no room for anything else but me.
Tonight is the night I do something special for her birthday. I know Billie doesn't like big, extravagant gestures, but she's worth every dollar that leaves my bank account.
My baby is turning twenty eight this year, and I want to make sure she feels special and knows just how much I love her. I want her to know that no matter where life takes us, I'll be by her side, loving her through every high and every low, through every laugh and every tear.
This isn't about expensive gifts or grand displays; it's about celebrating the incredible woman she is. It's about reminding her that she is cherished, appreciated, and loved more than words could ever fully express.
Because if there's one thing I want Billie to remember on her birthday, it's that she has my heart today, tomorrow, and for as long as time will allow.
A smile grew on my lips as I thought about her. Her eyes, her presence, the way she genuinely cared for the people she loved. Everything about her made me feel at peace.
As if she could sense I was thinking about her, my phone lit up with her name. A grin immediately spread across my face, and I answered without hesitation.
"Hello, baby," I said warmly.
"Hey, baby. What are you doing? I want you to come home so we can cuddle. I miss you," she whined softly, her voice filled with longing. I could almost picture her pouting on the other end of the line, wrapped in our couch blanket and relaxing with Shark
A small chuckle escaped my lips. Billie had always been clingy whenever we spent too much time apart, and honestly, I loved that about her. What she didn't know, however, was that I had something special planned for tonight.
"Well," I said, leaning back in my seat as a smile tugged at my lips, "I actually have something I want you to see. So, I need you to get dressed nicely. A driver will be at the house soon to take you where you need to go."
Silence.
A long, suspicious silence.
"What?" Billie finally asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
I could practically picture her narrowing those beautiful blue eyes of hers, brow furrowed in that adorable way she does when she's trying to figure something out.
"Just trust me, baby."
"You planned something." The accusation in her voice was clear, but I detected a hint of excitement beneath it.
I laughed so hard my driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror with concern. "Sorry," I mouthed to him before turning my attention back to the phone.
Gosh, I loved this woman.
"Just trust me," I giggled, unable to contain my excitement.
"Okay, baby. I'll see you... wherever you're taking me." There was resignation in her voice, but also anticipation.
A grin spread across my face "Alright, baby. I'll see you in a few."
"Love you."
"Love you more."
"Impossible.â
I laughed softly. "Bye, Billie."
"Bye, Bey."
Then the line went dead, and for a moment, I stared at my phone, my smile refusing to fade. No matter how many years passed, she still had that effect on me.
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I glanced out the tinted window of the SUV. The city lights blurred past as we made our way toward the marina.
Everything was finally ready.
Weeks of phone calls. Countless conversations with event coordinators, chefs, florists, and security. All for her.
The yacht sat docked at the end of a private pier, illuminated by warm golden lights that reflected beautifully against the dark water. It wasn't flashy or overwhelming. Elegant. Intimate. Exactly what Billie would love.
As I stepped out of the vehicle, the cool evening breeze greeted me.
The scent of the ocean mixed with fresh flowers decorated along the entrance. Soft music drifted through the air, barely audible over the gentle sound of waves lapping against the dock.
Just Perfect.
A staff member approached me. "Everything is ready."
I nodded. "Has the cake arrived?"
"Yes, madam. The vegan chocolate red velvet as requested."
"The flowers?"
"They're in place. The white roses and peonies are arranged exactly as you specified."
I smiled.
One of my favorite parts of the evening was waiting on the deck of the yacht, a wall lined with photographs from throughout our relationship.
Pictures from lazy mornings spent in bed, sunlight streaming through the windows.
Vacations to remote islands where we were just two people in love, not celebrities.
Award shows where we'd stolen glances across crowded rooms.
Late night adventures in cities we'd never visited before.
Quiet moments nobody else had seen.
Moments that belonged to us.
A vibration against my leg pulled me from my thoughts.
Driver: We're five minutes away.
My heart immediately sped up.
In five minutes, Billie would walk onto this yacht.
In five minutes, she'd realize why I'd been acting suspicious all day.
I took a slow breath and moved toward the entrance.
The deck glowed beneath strings of warm lights. Candles flickered gently on nearby tables, and beyond them stretched the endless dark water, sparkling beneath the moonlight.
Everything felt calm, Beautiful and Romantic.
Exactly the atmosphere I'd hoped for.
Another text appeared.
Driver: Arriving now.
A nervous laugh escaped me.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this anxious.
Not before a performance. Not before an award show. Not before any major event.
Yet somehow, waiting for Billie to arrive had my stomach tied in knots.
Then I heard it.
The sound of a car door closing and Footsteps approaching the dock.
And suddenly, every detail I'd planned faded into the background as I turned toward the entrance, ready to see the look on her face when she realized this entire night had been created just for her.
I watched as she appeared at the end of the dock, a vision in a simple black suit that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and even from this distance, I could see the confusion mixed with awe on her face as she took in the scene before her.
Her eyes found mine, and the world around us faded away. The soft glow of the yacht lights reflected in those deep blue irises, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
"Surprise," I whispered, though I knew she couldn't hear me from across the deck.
As she approached, I walked forward to meet her at the entrance of the yacht. The click of her heels against the wooden dock was the only sound besides the gentle lapping of water against the hull.
I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Happy birthday, baby."
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around, taking in the candles, the flowers, the soft music playing. "You didn't."
"I did," I confirmed with a smile. "Only the best for my girl."
She threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. "This is too much."
"It's never too much for you," I whispered against her hair, holding her tight. "Never."
After a moment, she pulled back, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Show me everything."
I took her hand, lacing our fingers together as I led her onto the yacht. "First, I want you to see this."
I guided her toward the wall of photographs I'd had arranged. Her breath caught as she recognized the moments captured there.
"Oh my god," she whispered, moving along the wall. Her fingers traced the edge of a frame showing us on a beach in Maldives, both laughing as I attempted to teach her how to surf. "I remember this day. You crashed into a pier and nearly broke your nose."
I laughed. "And you spent the rest of the afternoon fussing over me instead of enjoying the beach."
"Because I love you, you idiot," she said, though her voice was soft and affectionate. She paused at another photo, this one from the Oscar awards three years ago. We were backstage, and I had my arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her cheek. "This was right after i won best original song."
"And right before you dragged me to five after-parties," I added, smiling at the memory. "I thought I'd die from exhaustion the next day."
Billie turned to face me, her eyes shining with emotion. "You remember all these moments."
"How could I forget?" I asked, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Every moment with you is something I want to remember forever."
She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes for a moment. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"You loved me," I said simply. "That's all you ever had to do."
I led her further onto the deck, where a small table for two was set up near the railing, candles flickering between us. The city lights twinkled in the distance across the water.
"Dinner is served whenever you're ready," I said, pulling out her chair. "Your favorite vegan dishes, of course."
She sat down, her eyes never leaving mine. "You thought of everything."
"I tried," I admitted as I took my seat across from her. "But I wanted tonight to be about us. No distractions, no obligations. Just you and me."
As we ate, we talked and laughed, sharing stories and memories. Billie seemed to relax more with each passing moment, the initial shock giving way to pure enjoyment.
"You know," she said after taking a sip of wine, "when I imagined my birthday, I never pictured anything like this."
"What did you picture?" I asked, genuinely curious.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe just a quiet night in, watching movies, eating way too much junk food."
I reached across the table to take her hand. "We can still do that tomorrow. Tonight is for celebrating the amazing woman you've become."
She squeezed my hand. "You know what the best part of all this is?"
"What?"
"That after all these years, after everything we've been through, you still look at me the way you did when we first met," she said, her voice soft but certain. "Like I'm the only person in the room."
"Because you are," I replied without hesitation. "You always have been."
After dinner, I led her to the front of the yacht, where a small cake sat on a table, twenty eight candles flickering in the evening breeze.
"Make a wish," I said softly.
She closed her eyes, a serene expression on her face. After a moment, she opened them and blew out all the candles in one breath.
"What did you wish for?" I asked.
She smiled mysteriously. "If I tell you, it won't come true."
"Fair enough," I laughed, cutting a piece of cake and offering it to her.
As she took a bite, her eyes widened in surprise. "This is my mom's recipe. How did you get it?"
"I called her," I admitted with a grin. "She was more than happy to share it. Said it was the least she could do for her daughter's twenty-eight birthday."
Billie's eyes filled with tears again. "You talked to my mom?"
"Of course I did," I said, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb. "Family is important, and she's part of yours."
"I love you so much," she whispered, setting her plate down and wrapping her arms around me.
"I love you more," I replied, holding her close as we stood at the railing, watching the lights of the city reflect on the water.
We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, no words needed between us. The night was perfect, but it wasn't about the yacht or the dinner or the cake. It was about us, about the journey that had brought us here, and the future we still had to look forward to.
"Thank you for tonight," Billie said softly, her head resting on my shoulder. "It's the best birthday present I've ever received."
"The night's not over yet," I said mysteriously.
She pulled back to look at me, curiosity in her eyes. "There's more?"
I nodded with a smile. "There's always more when it comes to you."
As the yacht began to move slowly away from the dock, I took her hand in mine, ready to show her just how much she meant to me, how every day with her was a celebration worth cherishing.
Twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight years of her bringing light and love into this world and others, and for the past six of them, into my life.
We were now at the very edge of the yacht, standing against the railing, the railing digging slightly into my stomach as I leaned forward. Billie was in front of me, her back pressed firmly against my chest.
I wrapped both of my arms around her waist, resting my hands on the cool metal of the railing as I gathered her in, her soft curves fitting perfectly against me.
The view stretched out before us, a breathtaking expanse of the ocean turning into liquid gold as the sun began its descent.
The water shimmered with a thousand reflections, catching the light and sending it dancing across the surface. The colors were incredibly a deep oranges, vibrant purples, and soft pinks blending together in the sky. The air smelled like salt and sea, crisp and clean.
"Wow," Billie breathed, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the hull. She turned her head slightly, resting it back against my shoulder.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I whispered, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her ear.
"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes closed as she took in the sight. "It's... it's breathtaking. How did you get this view?"
"It's not about the view," I murmured, feeling her shiver as I leaned closer. "It's about who I'm sharing it with."
She turned around then, facing me, her eyes filled with a deep, soulful adoration. She reached up and cupped my face in her hands, pulling me down for a kiss.
It was soft at first, gentle and loving, our lips brushing against each other. But as the kiss deepened, the fire inside us flared to life. It was a kiss that spoke of weeks of longing, of stolen glances, of a love that had only grown stronger with time.
Her tongue traced the edge of my lips, and I parted them, welcoming her inside. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and full of passion. I pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back to pull her flush against me, while the other tangled in her hair, holding her head in place.
I broke the kiss for just a moment to catch my breath, but I didn't let her go. I rested my forehead against hers, our breath mingling. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," I said, my voice husky.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," she whispered, a smile playing on her lips.
I kissed her again, this time more urgently. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I needed to be closer. I lifted her up slightly, wrapping her legs around my waist, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I want you," I breathed against her lips.
"Then take me," she challenged. The wind whipped around us, carrying the scent of the ocean and her perfume, intoxicating me. I carried her toward the small bedroom below deck, my heart pounding in my chest.
Once inside, I gently set her down on the bed, the mattress soft and inviting. I leaned over her, my eyes taking in her beautiful form.
She reached for the single button of her blazer, her gaze locked on mine as she undid it. The jacket slid from her shoulders and pooled on the pillows. Next, she unzipped her trousers, letting them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. Her fingers hooked into her panties, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she slid them down her legs, stepping free to lie completely bare on the bed.
I took a moment to just look at her, admiring her. She was a vision of beauty and perfection. Then I moved forward, my hands exploring her body, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin, igniting a fire within her.
"Baby," she gasped as my fingers found her most sensitive spot. She arched her back, her head falling back against the pillows. Her breathing quickened, and I knew she was ready.
I lowered myself between her legs, my fingers trailing up the smooth skin of her inner thighs, parting them to make more room. Her breathing hitched as my fingers grazed over the delicate lace of her panties, the fabric dampening against her skin.
"You're so wet for me," I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I traced the edge of the fabric with my thumb.
She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly against my hand. "Don't... don't tease."
I smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. "I'm not teasing, baby. I'm just admiring you."
I hooked my fingers into the side of her panties and slowly slid them down, letting them pool at her ankles. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal, before I finally lowered my mouth to her center.
She gasped, her back arching off the mattress as my tongue flicked against her clit. I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud, sucking gently while my fingers slid into her, curling to find that sweet spot inside her.
"Oh god," she cried out, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Bey... yes... right there."
I worked her up slowly, my tongue and fingers moving in perfect rhythm. I could feel her muscles clamping down around my fingers, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I wanted to drive her wild, wanted to make her see stars.
I increased the pressure, my tongue swirling over her clit as my fingers thrust in and out, faster and faster. She was so close, her body trembling, her walls clenching around me.
"Baby, I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice high and breathless.
"Let go for me," I commanded softly, my lips still pressed against her center. "I want to taste you."
She screamed my name, her body shuddering violently as she rode out her orgasm, her juices flooding my mouth. I drank her in, savoring every drop, my own arousal screaming for release.
I pulled back, licking my lips, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I looked up at her, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body still rippling with aftershocks.
"Good?" I asked, a smirk playing on my oral.
"Unbelievable," she breathed, reaching down to pull me up for a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, mixing with her sweet taste, and it only made me want her more.
âBaby if you think I'm done with you, you are sadly mistaken,â I said, sitting up from the bed. I slipped off my yellow dress, letting the fabric pool around me before removing it from the bed completely.
Billieâs eyes trailed over my body, her gaze hot and hungry, before she bit her lip, clearly very pleased with what she saw. I climbed onto the bed, crawling over her until I was positioned on top of her, my weight settled between her spread thighs.
I aligned my throbbing clit directly against hers, pressing our sensitive centers together.
The friction was electric. The wetness from both of us created a slick glide as I slowly ground against her. "God, you're so wet," I groaned, the sensation driving me wild.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep, desperate kiss, my hips moving in slow, circular motions to maximize the contact.
"Feels good?" she breathed against my mouth, her hands gripping my ass.
"Perfect," I gasped, arching my back to press harder against her. I wanted to feel every ridge, every peak of her body against mine. I moved faster, our clits rubbing together with increasing intensity, the pleasure building low in my stomach.
"Baby, I'm going to come," she cried out, her body trembling.
"Me too," I moaned, matching her rhythm perfectly.
"Let's come together." As we moved against each other, the pleasure peaked, waves of intense sensation crashing over us.
We collapsed forward, our foreheads resting together, hearts pounding as we rode out our simultaneous release, completely spent and deeply connected.
Tonight is the night I do something special for her birthday. I know Billie doesn't like big, extravagant gestures, but she's worth every dollar that leaves my bank account.
My baby is turning twenty eight this year, and I want to make sure she feels special and knows just how much I love her. I want her to know that no matter where life takes us, I'll be by her side, loving her through every high and every low, through every laugh and every tear.
This isn't about expensive gifts or grand displays; it's about celebrating the incredible woman she is. It's about reminding her that she is cherished, appreciated, and loved more than words could ever fully express.
Because if there's one thing I want Billie to remember on her birthday, it's that she has my heart today, tomorrow, and for as long as time will allow.
A smile grew on my lips as I thought about her. Her eyes, her presence, the way she genuinely cared for the people she loved. Everything about her made me feel at peace.
As if she could sense I was thinking about her, my phone lit up with her name. A grin immediately spread across my face, and I answered without hesitation.
"Hello, baby," I said warmly.
"Hey, baby. What are you doing? I want you to come home so we can cuddle. I miss you," she whined softly, her voice filled with longing. I could almost picture her pouting on the other end of the line, wrapped in our couch blanket and relaxing with Shark
A small chuckle escaped my lips. Billie had always been clingy whenever we spent too much time apart, and honestly, I loved that about her. What she didn't know, however, was that I had something special planned for tonight.
"Well," I said, leaning back in my seat as a smile tugged at my lips, "I actually have something I want you to see. So, I need you to get dressed nicely. A driver will be at the house soon to take you where you need to go."
Silence.
A long, suspicious silence.
"What?" Billie finally asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
I could practically picture her narrowing those beautiful blue eyes of hers, brow furrowed in that adorable way she does when she's trying to figure something out.
"Just trust me, baby."
"You planned something." The accusation in her voice was clear, but I detected a hint of excitement beneath it.
I laughed so hard my driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror with concern. "Sorry," I mouthed to him before turning my attention back to the phone.
Gosh, I loved this woman.
"Just trust me," I giggled, unable to contain my excitement.
"Okay, baby. I'll see you... wherever you're taking me." There was resignation in her voice, but also anticipation.
A grin spread across my face "Alright, baby. I'll see you in a few."
"Love you."
"Love you more."
"Impossible.â
I laughed softly. "Bye, Billie."
"Bye, Bey."
Then the line went dead, and for a moment, I stared at my phone, my smile refusing to fade. No matter how many years passed, she still had that effect on me.
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I glanced out the tinted window of the SUV. The city lights blurred past as we made our way toward the marina.
Everything was finally ready.
Weeks of phone calls. Countless conversations with event coordinators, chefs, florists, and security. All for her.
The yacht sat docked at the end of a private pier, illuminated by warm golden lights that reflected beautifully against the dark water. It wasn't flashy or overwhelming. Elegant. Intimate. Exactly what Billie would love.
As I stepped out of the vehicle, the cool evening breeze greeted me.
The scent of the ocean mixed with fresh flowers decorated along the entrance. Soft music drifted through the air, barely audible over the gentle sound of waves lapping against the dock.
Just Perfect.
A staff member approached me. "Everything is ready."
I nodded. "Has the cake arrived?"
"Yes, madam. The vegan chocolate red velvet as requested."
"The flowers?"
"They're in place. The white roses and peonies are arranged exactly as you specified."
I smiled.
One of my favorite parts of the evening was waiting on the deck of the yacht, a wall lined with photographs from throughout our relationship.
Pictures from lazy mornings spent in bed, sunlight streaming through the windows.
Vacations to remote islands where we were just two people in love, not celebrities.
Award shows where we'd stolen glances across crowded rooms.
Late night adventures in cities we'd never visited before.
Quiet moments nobody else had seen.
Moments that belonged to us.
A vibration against my leg pulled me from my thoughts.
Driver: We're five minutes away.
My heart immediately sped up.
In five minutes, Billie would walk onto this yacht.
In five minutes, she'd realize why I'd been acting suspicious all day.
I took a slow breath and moved toward the entrance.
The deck glowed beneath strings of warm lights. Candles flickered gently on nearby tables.
Everything felt calm, Beautiful and Romantic.
Exactly the atmosphere I'd hoped for.
Another text appeared.
Driver: Arriving now.
A nervous laugh escaped me.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this anxious.
Not before a performance. Not before an award show. Not before any major event.
Yet somehow, waiting for Billie to arrive had my stomach tied in knots.
Then I heard it.
The sound of a car door closing and Footsteps approaching the dock.
And suddenly, every detail I'd planned faded into the background as I turned toward the entrance, ready to see the look on her face when she realized this entire night had been created just for her.
I watched as she appeared at the end of the dock, a vision in a simple black suit that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and even from this distance, I could see the confusion mixed with awe on her face as she took in the scene before her.
Her eyes found mine, and the world around us faded away. The soft glow of the yacht lights reflected in those deep blue irises, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
"Surprise," I whispered, though I knew she couldn't hear me from across the deck.
As she approached, I walked forward to meet her at the entrance of the yacht. The click of her heels against the wooden dock was the only sound besides the gentle lapping of water against the hull.
I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Happy birthday, baby."
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around, taking in the candles, the flowers, the soft music playing. "You didn't."
"I did," I confirmed with a smile. "Only the best for my girl."
She threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. "This is too much."
"It's never too much for you," I whispered against her hair, holding her tight. "Never."
After a moment, she pulled back, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Show me everything."
I took her hand, lacing our fingers together as I led her onto the yacht. "First, I want you to see this."
I guided her toward the wall of photographs I'd had arranged. Her breath caught as she recognized the moments captured there.
"Oh my god," she whispered, moving along the wall. Her fingers traced the edge of a frame showing us on a beach in Maldives, both laughing as I attempted to teach her how to surf. "I remember this day. You crashed into a pier and nearly broke your nose."
I laughed. "And you spent the rest of the afternoon fussing over me instead of enjoying the beach."
"Because I love you, you idiot," she said, though her voice was soft and affectionate. She paused at another photo, this one from the Oscar awards three years ago. We were backstage, and I had my arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her cheek. "This was right after I won best original song."
"And right before you dragged me to five after-parties," I added, smiling at the memory. "I thought I'd die from exhaustion the next day."
Billie turned to face me, her eyes shining with emotion. "You remember all these moments."
"How could I forget?" I asked, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Every moment with you is something I want to remember forever."
She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes for a moment. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"You loved me," I said simply. "That's all you ever had to do."
I led her further onto the deck, where a small table for two was set up near the railing, candles flickering between us. The city lights twinkled in the distance across the water.
"Dinner is served whenever you're ready," I said, pulling out her chair. "Your favorite vegan dishes, of course."
She sat down, her eyes never leaving mine. "You thought of everything."
"I tried," I admitted as I took my seat across from her. "But I wanted tonight to be about us. No distractions, no obligations. Just you and me."
As we ate, we talked and laughed, sharing stories and memories. Billie seemed to relax more with each passing moment, the initial shock giving way to pure enjoyment.
"You know," she said after taking a sip of wine, "when I imagined my birthday, I never pictured anything like this."
"What did you picture?" I asked, genuinely curious.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe just a quiet night in, watching movies, eating way too much junk food."
I reached across the table to take her hand. "We can still do that tomorrow. Tonight is for celebrating the amazing woman you've become."
She squeezed my hand. "You know what the best part of all this is?"
"What?"
"That after all these years, after everything we've been through, you still look at me the way you did when we first met," she said, her voice soft but certain. "Like I'm the only person in the room."
"Because you are," I replied without hesitation. "You always have been."
After dinner, I led her to the front of the yacht, where a small cake sat on a table, twenty eight candles flickering in the evening breeze.
"Make a wish," I said softly.
She closed her eyes, a serene expression on her face. After a moment, she opened them and blew out all the candles in one breath.
"What did you wish for?" I asked.
She smiled mysteriously. "If I tell you, it won't come true."
"Fair enough," I laughed, cutting a piece of cake and offering it to her.
As she took a bite, her eyes widened in surprise. "This is my mom's recipe. How did you get it?"
"I called her," I admitted with a grin. "She was more than happy to share it. Said it was the least she could do for her daughter's twenty-eight birthday."
Billie's eyes filled with tears again. "You talked to my mom?"
"Of course I did," I said, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb. "Family is important, and she's part of yours."
"I love you so much," she whispered, setting her plate down and wrapping her arms around me.
"I love you more," I replied, holding her close as we stood at the railing, watching the lights of the city reflect on the water.
We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, no words needed between us. The night was perfect, but it wasn't about the yacht or the dinner or the cake. It was about us, about the journey that had brought us here, and the future we still had to look forward to.
"Thank you for tonight," Billie said softly, her head resting on my shoulder. "It's the best birthday present I've ever received."
"The night's not over yet," I said mysteriously.
She pulled back to look at me, curiosity in her eyes. "There's more?"
I nodded with a smile. "There's always more when it comes to you."
As the yacht began to move slowly away from the dock, I took her hand in mine, ready to show her just how much she meant to me, how every day with her was a celebration worth cherishing.
Twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight years of her bringing light and love into this world and others, and for the past six of them, into my life.
We were now at the very edge of the yacht, standing against the railing, the railing digging slightly into my stomach as I leaned forward. Billie was in front of me, her back pressed firmly against my chest.
I wrapped both of my arms around her waist, resting my hands on the cool metal of the railing as I gathered her in, her soft curves fitting perfectly against me.
The view stretched out before us, a breathtaking expanse of the ocean turning into liquid gold as the sun began its descent.
The water shimmered with a thousand reflections, catching the light and sending it dancing across the surface. The colors were incredibly a deep oranges, vibrant purples, and soft pinks blending together in the sky. The air smelled like salt and sea, crisp and clean.
"Wow," Billie breathed, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the hull. She turned her head slightly, resting it back against my shoulder.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I whispered, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her ear.
"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes closed as she took in the sight. "It's... it's breathtaking. How did you get this view?"
"It's not about the view," I murmured, feeling her shiver as I leaned closer. "It's about who I'm sharing it with."
She turned around then, facing me, her eyes filled with a deep, soulful adoration. She reached up and cupped my face in her hands, pulling me down for a kiss.
It was soft at first, gentle and loving, our lips brushing against each other. But as the kiss deepened, the fire inside us flared to life. It was a kiss that spoke of weeks of longing, of stolen glances, of a love that had only grown stronger with time.
Her tongue traced the edge of my lips, and I parted them, welcoming her inside. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and full of passion. I pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back to pull her flush against me, while the other tangled in her hair, holding her head in place.
I broke the kiss for just a moment to catch my breath, but I didn't let her go. I rested my forehead against hers, our breath mingling. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," I said, my voice husky.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," she whispered, a smile playing on her lips.
I kissed her again, this time more urgently. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I needed to be closer. I lifted her up slightly, wrapping her legs around my waist, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I want you," I breathed against her lips.
"Then take me," she challenged. The wind whipped around us, carrying the scent of the ocean and her perfume, intoxicating me. I carried her toward the small bedroom below deck, my heart pounding in my chest.
Once inside, I gently set her down on the bed, the mattress soft and inviting. I leaned over her, my eyes taking in her beautiful form.
She reached for the single button of her blazer, her gaze locked on mine as she undid it. The jacket slid from her shoulders and pooled on the pillows. Next, she unzipped her trousers, letting them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. Her fingers hooked into her panties, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she slid them down her legs, stepping free to lie completely bare on the bed.
I took a moment to just look at her, admiring her. She was a vision of beauty and perfection. Then I moved forward, my hands exploring her body, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin, igniting a fire within her.
"Baby," she gasped as my fingers found her most sensitive spot. She arched her back, her head falling back against the pillows. Her breathing quickened, and I knew she was ready.
I lowered myself between her legs, my fingers trailing up the smooth skin of her inner thighs, parting them to make more room. Her breathing hitched as my fingers grazed over the delicate lace of her panties, the fabric dampening against her skin.
"You're so wet for me," I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I traced the edge of the fabric with my thumb.
She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly against my hand. "Don't... don't tease."
I smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. "I'm not teasing, baby. I'm just admiring you."
I hooked my fingers into the side of her panties and slowly slid them down, letting them pool at her ankles. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal, before I finally lowered my mouth to her center.
She gasped, her back arching off the mattress as my tongue flicked against her clit. I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud, sucking gently while my fingers slid into her, curling to find that sweet spot inside her.
"Oh god," she cried out, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Bey... yes... right there."
I worked her up slowly, my tongue and fingers moving in perfect rhythm. I could feel her muscles clamping down around my fingers, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I wanted to drive her wild, wanted to make her see stars.
I increased the pressure, my tongue swirling over her clit as my fingers thrust in and out, faster and faster. She was so close, her body trembling, her walls clenching around me.
"Baby, I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice high and breathless.
"Let go for me," I commanded softly, my lips still pressed against her center. "I want to taste you."
She screamed my name, her body shuddering violently as she rode out her orgasm, her juices flooding my mouth. I drank her in, savoring every drop, my own arousal screaming for release.
I pulled back, licking my lips, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I looked up at her, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body still rippling with aftershocks.
"Good?" I asked, a smirk playing on my oral.
"Unbelievable," she breathed, reaching down to pull me up for a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, mixing with her sweet taste, and it only made me want her more.
âBaby if you think I'm done with you, you are sadly mistaken,â I said, sitting up from the bed. I slipped off my yellow dress, letting the fabric pool around me before removing it from the bed completely.
Billieâs eyes trailed over my body, her gaze hot and hungry, before she bit her lip, clearly very pleased with what she saw. I crawling over her until I was positioned on top of her, my weight settled between her spread thighs.
I aligned my throbbing clit directly against hers, pressing our sensitive centers together.
The friction was electric. The wetness from both of us created a slick glide as I slowly ground against her. "God, you're so wet," I groaned, the sensation driving me wild.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep, desperate kiss, my hips moving in slow, circular motions to maximize the contact.
"Feels good?" she breathed against my mouth, her hands gripping my ass.
"Perfect," I gasped, arching my back to press harder against her. I wanted to feel every ridge, every peak of her body against mine. I moved faster, our clits rubbing together with increasing intensity, the pleasure building low in my stomach.
"Baby, I'm going to come," she cried out, her body trembling.
"Me too," I moaned, matching her rhythm perfectly.
"Let's come together." As we moved against each other, the pleasure peaked, waves of intense sensation crashing over us.
We collapsed forward, our foreheads resting together, hearts pounding as we rode out our simultaneous release, completely spent and deeply connected.
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BILLIES POV
I know I shouldn't have come back, but I did anyway. I needed to see her again. I told myself I wasnât going to return, but after that one night we had, I needed to see her again⊠no, I have to have her one last time.
I stepped into the club, immediately swallowed by the strobing lights and the bass pounding through the walls hard enough to shake my chest. Onstage, half-dressed women moved around chrome poles with practiced seduction, their skin glistening beneath the hot neon lights.
Men crowded around the stage with flushed faces and hungry eyes, tossing crumpled bills into the air while drunken cheers echoed through the room.
I turned away from the spectacle without much interest. I wasnât here for any of them.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my suit pants, feeling a few lingering stares follow me as I walked deeper into the club. Some of the dancers looked at me with curiosity, others with open greed, but none of it mattered. My focus stayed locked on one person.
The farther I walked, the dimmer the music became until I reached the back hallway reserved for private rooms. Dark velvet curtains hung from the walls, rich crimson under the low amber lights.
Gold trim lined the mirrors, and the air smelled faintly of expensive perfume, liquor, and cigarette smoke. Soft jazz blended with the muffled bass from outside, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere.
As I approached the front desk, a woman sitting behind it looked up at me with a smooth smile.
âWho are you here for tonight?â she asked, her voice silky. âWeâve got the best women in New York, as long as the price is right.â
A quiet chuckle left my throat. âIâm here for Peaches.â
A knowing look flashed across her face before she nodded. Without another word, she led me down the hallway and stopped in front of one of the private rooms. She pulled the velvet curtain aside for me, and I stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit with soft red lighting that cast shadows across the walls. A small stage sat in the center with a polished silver pole stretching from floor to ceiling. Plush black couches lined the walls, and a glass table sat in front of them with a half melted candle flickering lazily in the middle.
I lowered myself into one of the seats, my eyes fixed on the empty stage as anticipation settled heavily in my chest.
I grabbed a cigar and lighter from the small table next to me. I lit the cigar and took a slow puff, the smoke filling my lungs before I let it out into the air. The smell of smoke surrounded me as I leaned back in my seat.
But as I waited My phone rang for the fourth time, and I sighed, letting it ring out until it went to voicemail. A text popped up immediately after.
Quenđ
Quenđ: Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell.
Quenđ: ANSWER YOUR PHONE!
Firstly, calm down.
Quenđ: I am calm đ
Why are you blowing up my phone? I told you I'm busy.
Quenđ: No you did not.
I'm working late, Quen. I told you that.
Quenđ: Again?
Yes.
Just then, I heard the door open, followed by her voice, soft and teasing.
"Here again? You really need a hobby."
Quenđ
I'll see you later, gotta take this call.
I didn't wait for a reply. I turned off my phone and slid it back into my pocket without another thought.
"This is my hobby," I said with a smirk, watching as she stepped further into the room. She shook her head, trying not to smile.
"That's sad."
I just chuckled. I was used to her playful little remarks by now. They were part of our routine.
Every time I told Quen I was working late, I was really here. Lying through my teeth. Falling a little deeper into something I wasn't sure I could crawl out of.
Peaches had become part of my nightly thoughts. A fixation. An obsession I fed with smoke, money, and glances from the dark corners of this club.
We hadn't done anything truly intimate yet. Nothing beyond the dances that felt like we were already breaking the rules. Dances that left my body trembling and my breath short.
Her body always moved like she knew exactly what I needed. Her lips were always just a whisper away from mine but never touched.
"I got ten thousand for you," I said, voice low and steady.
She raised a brow, not needing me to explain.
She knew exactly what I meant. The game had been cute, the teasing, the way she left me aching. But it was getting out of hand.
She had me in a hold she didn't even realize. I couldn't touch Quen without thinking about her, without her face flashing in my head. I couldn't find pleasure without thinking about her body moving against mine, her voice in my ear, her scent all over me.
"More," she said simply.
"Twenty."
"Thirty-five," she countered, locking the door behind her. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she walked toward me, eyes never leaving mine.
This was a negotiation, and she was winning.
"Thirty," I said.
She stopped a foot in front of me. "Fifty thousand or nothing. Not even a dance."
Then she bent over slowly and took the blunt from between my fingers. Her chest hovered near my face for a second before she pulled back and slipped the blunt between her lips. She inhaled deep, like she needed the smoke to steady herself too.
I stared at her body like I hadn't already memorized it.
I stared at her body like I hadn't already memorized it. The lingerie was barely there. Black mesh with rhinestone trim that sparkled with every move.
The top barely held her full chest in place, the straps cutting across her smooth brown skin like artwork. The bottoms were little more than a triangle of sheer fabric that dipped low in the front and rode high on her hips.
Her curves were framed perfectly, her stomach flat, her waist tiny, her thighs soft and strong.
Under the light she glowed, looking like she had been painted in gold.
I had never seen anyone look so expensive.
I nodded, reaching into my purse and pulling out the stacks. "Okay."
She blew the smoke out slow and held the blunt in the corner of her mouth as she counted. She flipped through each band carefully before setting the money on the table beside her.
She didn't say a word. She just gave me a long look, then stepped between my legs. Her fingers brushed my collar, dragging down the fabric slightly, her nails grazing my skin.
She didn't kiss me, but she leaned in close. Her lips brushed the shell of my ear, her breath warm enough to make my chest tighten.
Her hand rested on my thigh, tracing slowly upward."Look at you, all ready for me," she murmured, voice low and amused.
All I could do was exhale through my nose, my chest rising as I stared into her eyes. I didn't speak. I couldn't. My jaw clenched as I fought the urge to pull her onto me and take what I had paid for.
She stayed like that for a second, just watching me, hand resting lightly over my cock. The tension between us was unbearable, her touch light but promising something filthy.
Then she lowered herself slowly to her knees, keeping that steady eye contact the entire way down. Her fingers moved to my waistband and she pulled both my pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. I sprung free, thick and already glistening at the tip.
She looked at it like it was familiar.
Like she'd been thinking about it just as much as I'd been thinking about her.
And I just sat there, legs wide open, heart pounding, breath shallow, letting her take her time. Because I knew this was about to be worth every damn dollar.
Her warm hands rubbed my thighs, her nails light and teasing, dragging across my skin as she leaned in closer.
"Looks like it grew."
"You can take it."
"I know I can." Her voice was silky, confident, and soaked in lust. Her eyes flickered up to mine, a cocky expression playing on her face like she already knew she had me wrapped around her finger.
My dick jumped the second her hands finally touched it, and she smirked.
"Reactive. I like that."
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and leaned in, her lips parting as she slid the tip slowly into her mouth.
She sucked gently at first, lips pursed tight around the head of my dick. The vibration from her hum mixed with her drool had my eyes rolling back a little.
She kissed the head like it was something sacred, her tongue lapping and teasing it before she sank down, taking almost all of me until her lips touched the base.
Her hands bracing against my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, slow at first, then faster.
She gagged slightly, but didn't stop.
She came back up, her lips shiny, her eyes glazed. She gripped my spit-covered shaft with both hands, jerking it expertly. Her wrists twisted with every stroke, and her spit made a lewd sound with every pump.
Then she leaned down and spit directly on it, watching it drip over me before jerking faster. Her mouth opened and she sucked my balls into her mouth, her tongue circling them one by one.
My thighs tensed and my toes curled tight.
"Fuckk," I groaned, breathless and stunned at how good she worked her mouth.
Her hands never stopped. One jerked me hard and wet, the other reached up to caress and rub my stomach. Her lips returned to my shaft, licking and kissing the vein that ran along the side.
Then she deep-throated me again and unhooked her bra with one hand. I barely caught the sight of her tossing it to the side before both her hands returned to work. One massaged my balls while the other held the base of my dick steadily.
âLook at meâ she whispered.
Her voice was raspy, almost demanding, and when I looked down she was already watching me. Her eyes were low and heavy with want, her lips swollen and wet, her mouth open as she took me in again.
She moved with purpose now, sucking hard and deep. Her cheeks hollowed out, and her head twisted in rhythm as she moaned around me. The pressure and pace made my whole body jerk.
I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her, pushing her down slowly. She whimpered, a soft sound that made my stomach tighten, but she didn't stop.
The sight of her like this had me ready to explode. Her hair a mess in my hand, her lips stretched around me, her tits out, her eyes locked on mine. She was filthy, beautiful, unbothered, and in total control even while on her knees.
To me, she had never looked sexier.
The way she let me use her mouth, the way she moaned and drooled and never once broke eye contact, it drove me insane. She was perfection.
My legs twitched again and my toes curled as she moved faster. Her hands massaged and stroked, her mouth sucked and swallowed. Her pace grew wild, and I let her have it all.
I felt it build fast, hotter and heavier with each second. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut as I gripped her tighter, guiding her as my hips jerked up. My chest rose, breath caught in my throat.
And then I came.
Hard.
All in her mouth.
She didn't flinch. She took it like she was starving for it. Swallowed every drop.
I exhaled slow and heavy, chest rising and falling as I looked down at her.
Her lips were glossy, cheeks flushed, eyes wild and satisfied like she just did something she was proud of.
I reached down and grabbed her by the arms, lifting her up from her knees and pulling her straight onto my lap.
She straddled me easily, her knees on either side of my thighs, and I leaned in and kissed her like I'd been needing it my whole life.
It was messy from the start. Tongues immediately clashing, mouths open wide, licking into each other like we had something to prove.
Her lips were still slick with my cum and spit, and I didn't care. I wanted to taste all of it. I licked into her mouth deeper, pulling her closer, gripping her ass as I sucked on her bottom lip and dragged my teeth gently across it.
She moaned into my mouth, grinding her hips into me while I devoured her like she was the one feeding me.
My hands roamed her back, fingers spreading over her skin as I moved my lips to her jaw, then her neck, licking and sucking softly just beneath her ear.
Her skin was hot under my tongue, sweet with sweat and the scent of her perfume still lingering.
I let my mouth trail lower, licking across her collarbone, tasting the salt and heat of her skin, biting lightly when she shivered. Her chest rose with each breath, breast bare, right there in front of me.
And I took my time making my way to them.
I could feel her soaking through the thin fabric of her thong, her pussy lips gliding against my dick with every slow, deliberate roll of her hips. Each grind left my shaft slicker, making it twitch and harden all over again, hungry for more.
"You're dripping, I did that?" I whispered, voice low and smug as my middle finger pressed against her slit, rubbing up and down the damp mesh with just enough pressure to make her hips stutter.
She let out a shaky breath, one hand fisting in the back of my hair when my lips finally closed around her nipple. I sucked it gently at first, then let my tongue flick over the hardening peak.
"No, the man before-"
I bit her nipple and slapped her ass hard with my free hand. The sting made her whimper, the sound shooting straight to my dick.
"Don't fucking play with me," I growled against her skin, then licked her nipple slow and soft to soothe the bite.
Peaches chuckled, but it melted into a moan when my fingers slipped under the cloth and made contact with her bare pussy.
She was so wet, so warm.
I could feel her throbbing around my fingers, her body already begging for more. Impatient whines fell from her lips as I began massaging her slit with two fingers, slow at first, then deeper.
My lips moved to her other nipple, tongue curling around the hard peak as I sucked it into my mouth.
"Fuckk," she groaned, grinding harder into my hand as my fingers slipped deep inside her.
"Mhm, ride my fingers, baby." I slapped her ass firmly, the soft clap echoing off the walls and making her rock her hips faster.
I kept fingering her, fast and deep, curling my fingers just right.My eyes opened and looked up at her face, taking in the way her head was thrown back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes rolled back in bliss.
She looked so fucking good like this. Like a dream that had come true twice.
Having her in my lap, my mouth on her breasts, my fingers inside her again felt like a fucking blessing. I couldn't get enough of her and I hadn't even stuck it in yet.
I told myself this would be the last time.
But I lied.
I don't think a few nights with her will ever be enough. I already wanted more, and we had barely started.
She pulled my mouth away from her chest and kissed me. Hard. Her moan spilled into my mouth as her tongue slipped past my lips, swirling against mine before sucking it between her lips.
She sucked on my tongue like it was candy, slow and wet, and I let her. My fingers never stopped moving inside her, pushing faster, deeper, as her slickness poured down my hand, dripping all the way to my elbow.
My other hand slid from her ass and came to her clit. I rubbed fast, tight circles with my thumb, all while keeping the rhythm of my fingers steady and strong inside her.
Peaches finally released my tongue with a wet pop, gripping the back of my neck with one hand and the couch with the other. Her hips rotated, her breasts bouncing beautifully with every thrust of my fingers.
"You look so beautiful, mama," I rasped against her skin, leaning in to lick up her neck, letting my tongue trail along the curve of it, tasting her, wanting all of her.
She moaned louder, breathless and undone, her mouth hanging open as she chased her climax.
"S-shitt," she stuttered, thighs trembling, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers, her clit throbbing wildly beneath my thumb.
I knew the woman body well enough to know exactly what that meant.
"You gonna cum for me? Hm?" I whispered low and thick against her ear, licking just below it, then sucking gently on the soft skin.
"Y-yess, yess!"
And just then she came.
Her hips jerked erratically, her head falling back, a loud moan ripping from her throat as she unraveled in my lap, soaking my hand.
I didn't give her a second to catch her breath.
I wrapped my arms around her and laid her back against the couch, then flipped her over onto her stomach. Her hair spilled across the cushion, and I grabbed her hips and lifted them, arching her body just how I wanted.
She chuckled breathlessly, looking over her shoulder with a lazy smile. "You're desperate for an another piece of me , huh?"
I didn't deny it. I leaned down until my lips brushed her ear. "You have no idea."
I didn't give her a chance to talk before I aligned my dick to her entrance and slowly sank into her. The feeling of her tightening around me made me bite my lip, fighting back a groan that wanted to escape.
My hand found her hip, my thumb pressing into the soft skin of her lower back as I held her steady. I stayed buried to the hilt, letting her get used to the fullness, watching the way her head tipped back and her throat worked as she swallowed.
"You okay?" I rasped, my voice strained as I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her damp hairline.
Yeah," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "Just... give me a second."
I waited, stroking her back in slow circles to help her adjust, feeling her heartbeat racing against my palm. Then, I began to move. It started slow, agonizingly slow, just a shallow grind that dragged my cock through her wetness.
Her nails dug into the couch cushions, her breath hitching with every inch I withdrew.
"It's good," she whispered, her hips rising to meet my slow thrusts. "Keep going."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I picked up the pace, my strokes growing deeper and harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mixed with her soft moans and my own ragged breaths. I reached up to grab her breasts, squeezing them as I pounded into her, feeling her body quiver with every impact.
Her back arched, her head thrown back, and she cried out as I hit a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. I knew I'd found it. I watched her face contort with pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream.
"You like that?" I asked, grinning as I watched her writhe beneath me.
"Mmhmm," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Yes."
I spanked her ass again, the sound echoing through the room, and she jolted, her hips bucking against me. "More."
I didn't hold back anymore. I pounded into her with reckless abandon, my body slapping against hers. I was lost in the sex, completely consumed by the urge to fill her up, to mark her, to possess her. Her body was a playground for my desires.
I leaned down until my face was right in front of hers, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that swallowed her gasp. My tongue tangled aggressively with hers, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her arousal, and I refused to break the contact even as I pistoned into her harder, deeper.
I pulled back just enough to watch her eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy, but I didn't stop moving my hips. I was deep now, buried to the root every time I bottomed out, and I could feel the way her inner walls rippled and fluttered around me, milking me for everything I had.
"Look at you," I growled, a hand coming up to grab her neck, fingers splaying against her throat as I applied just enough pressure to cut off her air slightly, sending a fresh wave of heat through her veins. "Taking me so well. So fucking wet for me."
She couldn't answer, only a broken whine escaping her as I snapped my hips forward, hard and fast, chasing my own release.
"You love this, don't you?" I demanded, pulling her hair to the side so I could kiss and bite along her neck, licking at the frantic pulse beating there. "You love being used like this."
She nodded frantically, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as her body reacted to the rough treatment.
"Yes... yes, I do..."
I grinned against her skin, a dark, possessive sound that vibrated through her. "Say it."
"I love it! I love being your slut!"
The words hit me like a bullet. My eyes snapped down to hers, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. The control I thought I had was slipping, but god, did it feel good.
I flipped her over onto her back in one swift motion, hiking her legs up over my shoulders. The new angle hit her even deeper, and I saw her eyes roll back, a scream tearing from her throat.
"Fuck," I hissed, my head falling forward as I pistoned into her with abandon.
I reached down and grabbed her ankles, pressing them back toward her chest to open her up completely to me. I wanted to see everything. I wanted to watch her body break down beneath me, piece by piece.
"You're so beautiful when you cum," I rasped, watching her breasts bounce with every rough thrust. "Look at this pussy. Clenching down on me like it can't get enough."
She was a mess of writhing limbs and moans, completely undone, but she was still holding on, trying to meet my gaze even as her vision blurred.
I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting down hard on the sensitive peak, making her arch her back off the couch.
"Come for me, peaches," I ordered, my voice dropping to a guttural growl as I ground my pelvis against hers, hitting that spot inside her over and over again. "Show me how much you want me."
She bucked wildly, her back arching off the couch, her fingers clawing at my back, leaving red trails behind. She screamed my name, a raw, broken sound that echoed off the walls, her body seizing up as she went over the edge.
I felt her clamp down on me, her inner walls fluttering violently, rippling around my cock as she rode out her orgasm. It was too much.
I groaned, my hips stuttering, and I buried myself deep inside her, spilling into her with a guttural moan, filling her up until I was sure there was no room for anything else but me.
Hey, this is just a little test to see how yâall feel about this Billie and Bey oneshot. If it gets love, I might turn it into a full fanfic. But anyways Lmk what you think in the comments and if you want to see more.đ
My jaw clenched as I remembered him kissing her on the cheek, then the lips as I watched from the other table while she went up to get her award for album of the year. The sight replayed in my head as if on a broken record, irritating me every second.
"Oh? So now you care about what people think? So what if the blogs don't know?" I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "What matters is what's real. What matters is when no one's watching us."
Beyonce sucks her teeth at my response. "You say that yet you had other girls all up on you for photos and whispering in your ear and shit when you're publicly âsingleâ ." She said before turning back around to walk until we reach the bedroom. She starts taking off her bracelets and necklace at her vanity table, her movements sharp and angry.
I stand by the door my face scrunched up in confusion. "Girls all up on me?" I say aloud. I start to think back to any time some girls were "up on me" according to her and it takes me a few seconds but then I remember the photos I took with Sabrina, Chapel, and others.
Sabrina was really close to me, as usual but I wasn't really paying attention because I knew that's just how she is through the few encounters we had. Well.âŠthats how I think she usually is.
My chest tightens with a familiar frustration. I walk over to her, placing my hands gently on her shoulders, leaning down to rest my chin on the top of her head.
"Don't," she warns, her voice a low grumble, though she doesn't pull away from my touch.
"I'm sorry you saw it," I murmur into her hair. "But I'm not sorry for what it was. It was nothing."
She sighs, a heavy, annoyed sound. "Don't lie to me, Billie. You get to be annoyed about him, but I'm supposed to just sit back and watch girls hang all over you?"
My hands slide from her shoulders down her arms, wrapping around her waist from behind. I pull her back against me, my chin still resting on her shoulder as we look at each other in the mirror.
"It's not the same," I say, my voice a low grumble against her ear. "You know it's not the same. He's... a complication we agreed on. They're just noise."
"Then why does it bother you so much when he touches me?" she fires back, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection, a challenge in them. "If he's just a 'complication'?"
I can't help the small smirk that plays on my lips. I turn her head gently to make her look at me in the eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes are soft as she looks at me, the anger from moments ago melting away into that familiar, intoxicating warmth that always manages to undo me.
The light from the vanity catches the flecks of gold in them, and for a second, I forget we were even fighting.
"Because you're MY girlfriend," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "Not his. No one elseâs but Mine." My thumb gently strokes the smooth skin of her cheek, and I watch as her lips part slightly, her breath hitching. The way she looks at me now, with complete surrender, is the only answer I need.
My thumb traces the curve of her jaw before I lean in, closing the distance between us. This kiss is different from the one before. It's slow, deep, and possessive. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming every inch of her, and she meets me stroke for stroke, a soft moan vibrating in her throat.
Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.
I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. I can feel her pulse hammering beneath my lips, a frantic rhythm that matches my own. "Billie," she breathes out, her head tilting to give me better access.
"Shh," I murmur against her skin. "Just feel." My hands find the zipper of her dress, pulling it down in one slow, deliberate motion.
The fabric pools around her waist, and I take a moment to just look at her, the black lace of her bra contrasting beautifully with her smooth, brown skin. I reach around and unhook it, letting it fall away. My hands cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her already hard nipples, and she arches into my touch with a gasp.
I push her back gently, laying her down on the bed. I hover over her, my knee nudging her legs apart. My lips find hers again as my hand slides down her body, over the flat plane of her stomach, until I reach the edge of her lace panties. I can feel the heat radiating from her, and I smirk against her mouth.
"You're already so wet for me," I whisper, my voice thick with satisfaction. "And I've barely touched you."
I slip my hand inside her panties, my fingers sliding through her slick folds. Her hips buck up off the bed, a choked cry escaping her lips. I circle her clit slowly, teasingly, before sliding one finger inside her.
She's so tight, so wet, and it takes everything in me not to just take her right then and there. "Billie, please," she begs, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
"Please what?" I ask, adding another finger, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes her see stars. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she gasps out. "I want you."
Those words made me lose whatever control I thought I had over myself when it came to her, but I was sorely mistaken.
I kiss her hard, tasting the desperation and need on her tongue. It's exactly what I wanted to hear.
My hand moves faster, my fingers scissoring inside her, curling to hit that sensitive spot over and over. I watch her face as she loses herself to the pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut, her back arching off the mattress.
"Open your eyes," I command softly, though my tone is rough with lust. I need to see her when she falls apart for me. I want to see the possessiveness in her gaze as she realizes who's giving her this feeling.
Her eyelids flutter open, unfocused at first, then snapping into focus on me. The raw look of devotion in her eyes is enough to make me ache with desire.
"You're mine baby," I growl against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. "Say it."
I don't give her time to answer before I slip my fingers out of her and grab the strap from the drawer next to the bed and put it on quickly before positioning my strap at her entrance. I look down at her, seeing the glistening evidence of how much she wants me, and I thrust forward in one smooth motion.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fill her completely. It's tight, hot, and perfect.
I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to the stretch, before starting to move. Slow at first, drawing it out, making every second count. But the longer I stay like this, the more desperate I become.
My hand leaves her breast to grip her hip, holding her steady as I stroke into her harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her and mine breathless moans as my clit grinds into the flat part of the dildo.
Her eyes lock onto mine, wide and unfocused with pleasure. I lean down, capturing her mouth in another deep kiss, swallowing her cries as I feel my own release building rapidly. I can feel her walls clamping down around the strap, milking it for everything she has.
"Come for me," I command, my voice dropping an octave. "Let me feel it."
The moment the words leave my lips, her body tenses, and she cries out my name as she shatters around me. The feeling of her coming apart is enough to send me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and collapse onto her.
We lie there for a long moment, catching our breath, her body warm and trembling beneath mine. I brush a stray lock of hair from her face, my thumb tracing her cheekbone.
"Sorry about the fight, I didn't mean to get so jealous over this" I murmur against her hair, kissing her forehead.
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