A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Seventeen

*Mature Content*
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Billie's POV:

"Class is starting, I'll text you later! x"

Billie smiled down at her phone, cheeks starting to ache slightly at how much she'd been smiling lately. Going from practically hating each other, to fucking on the regular and sending naughty pictures. It was most definitely one hell of a development in their relationship; if that's what you could call it.

Billie didn't want to put a label on anything, it was just a bit of fun, nothing more. At least that's what the blonde had been telling herself. Regardless of the way her face lit up whenever she saw y/n, or the way her heart would thud heavily against her chest whenever she was around her student or the way y/n made her feel, not just in intimate moments, but in general. It was complicated, but Billie was enjoying herself more than she ever had.

The blonde remained in bed, ever since arriving home. Taking advantage of her evening off work and having the house to herself. Clothes lay discarded on the floor, bedsheets crumpled at the foot of the bed.

Phone still in hand, her thumb swiped across the screen, pulling up one of the naughty pictures that y/n had sent her earlier. Billie's teeth sunk into her lower lip, eyes greedily taking in every inch of y/n's body. From her beautiful face, the way her smile seemed confident yet shy. Red lacy bra covering her perfectly rounded breasts. The freckle she adored, laying above her chest. Gaze traveling down to her toned stomach, to the matching red underwear that hugged her hips nicely. Admiring her long legs that she thoroughly enjoyed having wrapped around her neck. Billie's mouth was practically watering at the mere thought of having her face buried between y/n's thighs, lapping up the sweet taste of her arousal.

Thumb swiping left, another picture lighting up her screen. This time y/n's matching underwear set lay on the bed behind her, leaving her body completely free of any garments.

Billie's breathing had gradually become heavier, turning into desperate pants as she rubbed slow circles on her clit. Eyes glued to her phone, y/n staring back at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The blonde quickly stopped her movements, dropping her phone beside her as she climbed out of bed. A better idea occurring, something her husband didn't approve of but seen as he wasn't home she took this as her opportunity. Pulling open one of her drawers, she rummaged at the back, under some clothes, pulling out a small, rectangular box, that contained a vibrator.

An excited feeling coursed through Billie's body, her centre throbbing violently, begging to be touched. It had been ages, since the blonde had used a vibrator to gain the release and pleasure that her marriage had lacked. Y/n made up for that now, just thinking about the younger woman made her feel things that her husband had never been capable of.

The blonde climbed back into bed, reclaiming her earlier position, unlocking her phone to see the naked picture of y/n still on her screen. Switching on the device, it buzzed to life as she spread her legs a little wider, bending them at the knee and holding the toy gently against her aching clit.

Her whole body trembled, back arching off the bed as her eyes practically rolled to the back of her skull. Her phone fell from her hand, replaced by the pillow beneath her head, fist tightening around the material. She didn't need to look at the picture of y/n, she had memorised every single detail, the image residing in her brain where it would remain for the foreseeable future.