Do you still cry? //Billie Eilish

are we not?*

September 20th:

-Lisa's pov-

"Are we not?" Billie asked, sounding confused.

"The last time we talked about this, we said we'd be exclusive but then you ghosted me and I-."

"Shut up, Lisa." Billie put down the spoons she was unpacking and came over to me to stand between my thighs.

"You asked me something, don't tell me to shut up?!" I said, feeling irritated.

"Shhh!" she hushed me, moving in to kiss me."

Her hands moved gently over my waist and thighs as we kissed passionately. My heart raced with excitement. She slipped her hands under my shirt, exploring my body. Eventually, she removed my shirt and unhooked my bra. Stepping back, she looked at me with an intense gaze.

"God, I fucking love your body," she said, biting her lip.

I hopped off the counter and pressed her against the kitchen closet. We continued to make out as I unfastened her belt. Her pants fell to the ground and she kicked them away. Our breaths quickened. I pulled down her panties and started touching her.

"Baby, you're so wet."

"Fuck me then," she whispered under her breath.

I started rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she began to moan, expressing her desire for me. The sound sent shivers down my spine. I started to apply more pressure. Her body squirmed slightly.

"Hold still," I urged.

I knelt on the cold floor in front of her and began to eat her out. I licked and flicked my tongue through her folds.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl," she moaned.

I sucked on her clit, causing her to jump a little. I knew she was about to cum when her moans grew louder. Slowly, I inserted a finger into her, teasing her because I knew she wanted at least two inside her when I fucked her. Moving my tongue faster around her clit, I gradually increased the speed of my finger inside her.

"Fuck, baby," she exclaimed.

I could only respond with small moans as I continued to pleasure her.

"Please fuck me harder."

I gave in and inserted a second finger. Thrusting against her walls, I kept my rhythm.

"Don't stop. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she cried out.

She released onto my hands as her orgasm washed over her.

I helped her ride out her orgasm before getting up from the floor. Perhaps getting a house instead of an apartment was a good idea, as the neighbors would surely have heard that.

"Welcome home," I said with a smirk on my face kissing her to let her taste herself.

"Fuck," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. I turned around to wash my hands in the kitchen sink because they were covered in her juices.

She came up behind me and kissed down my spine. "Thank you that felt so good, babe. Fuck."

I didn't know how to respond without it sounding cringe, so I just remained silent and kissed her.

"Get back up there. I want to return the favor, love," she said with a mischievous smirk.

"Wrong time of the month. But thank you, Bobby," I replied, implying that I was on my period.

"Oh, okay. I have to change my panties; they're soaked as fuck," she said as she went to get fresh ones from her suitcase.

"Just so you know I can take your dirty clothes with me tonight and wash them for you since you don't have a washer and a dryer yet."