𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲?

𝟑𝟕

⚠️ Smut Warning ⚠️

~ Setting at the moment : Lisa's bedroom ~

Billie's POV

I got on top of her and peeled off her clothes ever so slowly.

One by one, piece by piece.

Starting with her button up shirt and ending with her black, lace bra.

All that was left was her matching panties.

There were no words to truly describe how beautiful her body was.

Every stretch mark.

Every beauty mark.

Down to the last fucking freckle.

There was no denying she had the body of a goddess.

But even a goddess is incapable of being matched to the beauty of her.

I leaned down slowly, placing my hand on her jawline and pressing my lips against hers gently.

A gem like her should be treated with care like no other.

She had such a familiar taste.

Warm and comforting.

It was the same strawberry chap stick that she wore when dating me.

So nostalgic yet so solacing.

Her lips parted slightly, inviting my tongue into her mouth.

My tongue brushed against her's in a gentle manner from time to time within the slow, passionate kiss.

One of my playlists could be heard in the background on a low volume, accompanied by the sound of our lips smacking every time we would pull away for air.

The feeling of her lips on mine, knowing she was melting under my touch, knowing she wanted it just as bad as I did. It gave me a sense of reassurance.

Hope, even.

I had a chance with her.

The love of my life wanted me too.

"You're staring at me." She giggled softly.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"Cute lil dimple." I smiled, poking the dimple on the left side of her cheek that appeared each time she would smile her beautiful smile.

She blushed and looked down shyly.

Placing my hand on her chin, I lifted her head right back up and looked directly into her gorgeous, hazel eyes.

She looked right back into mine with a look that could only be described as vulnerable.

"You tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?" I said, completely serious.

I noticed that her eyes were watering.

Like she was about to cry.

"You okay?" I asked.

The tears slid down her cheeks but she kept a small smile and nodded her head.

"Baby, if you don't want to do this-"

"N-No, I do. I just-.... You're acting like you again." She chuckled.

What do I act like?