She melted under Gabby's precise lips. The woman's tongue explore her mouth in ways Billie's never felt before. Despite passion there was skill, but despite skill there was a desperation, a craving, a need that had to be selfishly fulfilled.
Billie rested her head against the door, tilting it as Gabby ran her lips down her neck, sucking her like she would find life beneath the skin of her neck. Billie bit on to her bottom lip as she felt herself grow in her pants, shutting her eyes as hands traveled her body.
She's never felt so paralyzed. In intimate situation, her hands and body would get to work. Billie loved the feel of skin against her hands, and against her lips and against her own. She enjoyed to touch more than being touched.
Yet at the moment, all she wanted was to be touched. She didn't want to change the way things were, to stop Gabby's hands traveling through her body.
Gabby groped her in various ways, as if studying her body, testing what she would like best. Billie enjoyed every minute of it. Not a moment went by where her body didn't react to Gabby's hands caressing her.
Her excitement peaked when Gabby held her hard into her hand, gently, yet causing a surge of violent sensations within Billie.
"Please." Billie begged, lifting her hips to meet the hand.
Gabby moved her lips to press against Billie's again while she teasingly played with her clothed hard.
She could feel Billie's desperation as they kiss. She was moaning against Gabby's lips, kissing back sloppily. Billie didn't know where this greed for more stemmed from, but it was overpowering.
She was elated when Gabby pulled away, pushing her pants down, making her cock spring out. Gabby bent down in front of her, pleasantly surprise at how large Billie is.
Without a warning, she put Billie in her mouth until her nose touched her abdomen, making the younger jerk in shock.
Billie threw her head back, holding back her moan with a bite of her bottom lip. But that wouldn't be enough. Gabby's hands went to hold her ass, guiding her movements in and out of her mouth. Billie threw her hands onto her head, fisting on to a few strands of hair as she desperately tried not to make too many sounds.
She felt incapacitated, yet enjoyable so. Every limb in her body had given in to Gabby and there didn't seem to be any plausible way she could stop it. She could only invite the feeling and embrace it, all while acknowledging its tortorous nature.
When breathing became difficult, Billie allowed the moan she had been holding to escape her throat, tightly shutting her eyes before opening them to look at the ceiling.
Gabby stopped to replace her mouth with her hands, making an even louder sound from Billie fill the room. Unlike Vanessa gentleness, Gabby's touch was aggressive, and fast, only pulling Billie closer to her release.
Her hand around Billie's shaft was adding just the right amount of pressure, with just the right pace, making Billie feel just the right amount of pleasure if not more.
She felt the warmth of Gabby's mouth again, her cock twitching with desperation. Billie lost the ability to form words, or even think words. Her mind had gone blank, and hazy. It became insanely difficult to even hear the wet sounds of Gabby choking on her dick, or the sound of her own voice as she cried out in pleasure.
When Gabby's hands began to fumble her balls, Billie lost all control and released it the woman's mouth, cursing repeatedly until she had emptied herself into Gabby's mouth until she was limp.
The woman stood up, crashing their lips together, allowing Billie to taste herself.
She pulled away too soon, leaning their foreheads together, with her hands against Billie's cheeks.
"This shouldn't have happened." Gabby mumbled.
Billie pressed a kiss on her lips. "I love you so much." she led her towards the couch, their lips still joined as they sat. Billie pulled her into her arms, directly over her hard length, returning her hands to her hips as she guided them back and forth, sighing at the satisfying friction.
The older woman laid her on her back against the couch and quickly stripped off her clothing, before settling back on top of her, guiding her length into her folds.
They both sighed as Billie intruded the woman's walls, and Gabby sunk all the way taking all of her.
The need intensified as their hips moved against one another, obliterating and overpowering. Perhaps the taboo of the need was what made it so incessant.
But it didn't feel so. It more felt like a fulfillment to a void that had, for so long, tormented Billie. Like the piece of her she felt was missing was found in Gabby's womb, and she was complete again.
Her breathing picked up as she joined the rhythm of Gabby's hips, a pace that picked up gradually as seconds went on.
In the midst of pleasure, there was a feeling of peace, a spiritual nurture that fully possessed her, and that she gave in to until it made her heart feel heavy with a more incessant longing.
She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the pleasure as Gabby's lips found her neck, as her hands ran through her body. Yet the feeling didn't go away. It consumed her, a deep, incapacitating grief.
"No." it was a whisper at first, that was buried in the strain of her throat. A strain that felt suffocating. "Stop. Gabby, stop."
Her voice more audible, as well as the helplessness in it. Gabby lifted, first confused, and then a regretful frown on her face upon seeing the tears in Billie's eyes.
She stood up. "I'm so sorry."
Billie sat up, wiping the tears she hadn't known had fallen, then pulled up her pants.
"Billie..." Gabby began, but she couldn't find any words that would explain herself. "I should go."
She put her clothes on with haste, yet slightly hoping Billie would say something, anything to give her clearance as to what she was feeling.
But she didn't. Billie remained silent until Gabby said her final apology and was out the door, carrying her shame on her back.
Billie laid back on the couch, and puts her hands over her face. She replayed the scenario in her mind, searching for what it was that caused her discomfort, and what thought.
It wasn't Vanessa, nor the thought of hurting her. That was pressed up at the back of her mind. Neither was it the Immorality of the acts, because at that time it felt right. It was what Gabby wanted, and what she wanted. What she needed. A physical declaration of love, to soothe the insecurity that stem from the lack of it, or from feeling a lack of it.
The house was quiet again. A silence she would usually dread to be in. Yet today, it didn't seem all that bad. She needed the silence, to rethink her decision, and the meaning behind them.
A/n: everybody just ssssshhhhhhhhhhh
