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 ; From her button up shirt to her black, lace panties covering up what used to be mine. As I undress my wife, I take in every inch of her beautiful body.

No amount of words will ever truly suffice describing just how beautiful this woman is, I mean I really can't help but admire her perfect, slender figure, her delicate curves, and the soft, smooth skin that covers her entire body.

I could go on & on just thinking about it. I could lose myself endlessly in thoughts of her. The way her rib cage would not-so-subtly reveal itself with each breath she took, mesmerizing me with its delicate rhythm. Her cute, perky breasts that seemed to beg for the exclusive touch of my hands. And her sweet, button nose that was perfect for those tender kisses I couldn't resist giving her, especially in those early days of our love.

"Billie.." Her gentle, soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Her right hand caressed the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair with a very gentle, sensual sort of touch. A touch only she had. She focused on the roots, her grip firm yet gentle as she guided my face closer to hers.

Her eyes locked onto mine with an almost unreadable expression. Something was starting to bother her though. I could tell.

"Yes, mama?" I moved in slowly, just barely closing the distance between us.

"What about your girlfriend?" Her head titled just slightly. Something about her tone of voice within that question sounded a little more playful than she intended.

At least I think it wasn't intentional.

Her hips lifted off the bed only a little bit as she tried to grind herself against my already hard dick, her eyes closing in the pleasure she was getting from doing so. Once her eyes opened, she had this look.. That look in her eyes... so playful yet so seductive. The shit was so damn sexy. The way her bottom lip was only slightly pulled between her teeth as she looked up at me as though I was the only one for her. She was so vulnerable beneath me. So submissive.

I was loving every goddamn second of it.

"What, Quinn?" I questioned.

She gave me a quiet hum in response, as she peppered small kisses up and down my neck. Her tongue so gracefully joined the interaction, gently licking at my sensitive spot just beneath my jawline like a kitten licks fresh milk.

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

Our lips met in a slow, lingering kiss, almost like a dance of longing, and desire that had been building up for too fucking long.

When my lips closed over hers I thought my heart was going to break through my chest. She was so soft, and sweet. It must have only been a second, but it seemed like that kiss lasted forever, or was eventually going to. I then pulled away to look at her blushing face, hell I felt the color rising in mine as well.

Each touch was filled with a depth of emotion I had never really felt before. It was like I had been aching for her touch for so long and never even knew. Each kiss... Hell, each touch was conveying years of separation and aching to be reunited. Those little whimpers she lets out when I kiss on her neck, and her chest.. She spoke volumes without speaking a single word.