because I met you | billie eilish

simple

I leaned in closer, my forehead resting against hers. "Then let's not keep it simple,"

Billie looked down at my lips and slowly pressed her lips against mine. 

Her hands roamed my back pulling me closer.

Without breaking the kiss, Billie pressed me gently against the cool, tiled wall. I wrapped my legs around her waist, drawing her even closer. 

Billie's hands slid down to my thighs, supporting me effortlessly as we continued to kiss, each one more urgent and passionate than the last. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, a rhythm that matched my own.

Her hands held firmly onto my ass as she began to walk us towards the stairs of the pool. 

We reached the edge of the pool and stepped onto the deck she carried me towards the sliding door that led back into the house. The glass of the door was cool against my back as she pressed me gently but firmly against it, her body pinning me in place.

Her lips left mine and trailed down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving her better access, and let out a soft moan as she found a particularly sensitive spot. 

"Billie," I whispered, my voice trembling with need and desire.

Billie's eyes were dark and intense as she pulled back from kissing my neck, her breathing heavy. She opened the sliding door and slowly let me down, my feet finding the solid ground beneath me. 

As we walked towards the stairs, I reached for her hand, intertwining our fingers. She followed me up, the anticipation building with each step. 

We reached her room. Billie gently pulled me onto her lap as we sat on the edge of her bed, positioning us so we faced the mirror across the room. Our eyes meeting in the glass.

Her hands rested on my hips, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "We should probably take this off," she whispered.

With deliberate slowness, she grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to lift it over my head. I raised my arms, allowing her to pull the shirt off completely.

Billie's eyes never left mine in the mirror. Her hands returned to my waist slowly brushing her fingers lightly to my thigh.

I looked straight in her eyes and grabbed her hand putting it on my underwear. 

She leaned in closer, her lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. "Is that what you want?," She whispered, slowly taking off my bra. 

"Mhm," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper

Her hand slipped down into my underwear. The sensation of her fingers against my wetness made me shiver, a soft gasp escaped my lips.

Her eyes never left mine as she gently slipped a finger inside me. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against mine. "Let me hear you," she whispered against my lips.

As she slipped another finger inside,  I couldn't help but let out a louder moan, my hips moving against her hand

"Billie," I whispered against her skin.

"That's it," Billie murmured, her lips grazing my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle bites.

She started to rub my clit in circular motions. 

"Fuck" I put my hand on my face.

Billie slowed down her pace "Look at me" She pointed in the mirror with her other hand. 

"I uh-" 

She started to move her fingers faster.

"Use your words"

Billie moved me from her lap and got on her knees. I looked down at her, our eyes locking. 

Her tongue slipped between my folds, making me tilt my head back. 

Her movements were slow at first, her tongue exploring every inch, learning what made me moan, what made me tremble. She circled my clit with the tip of her tongue, each motion sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. 

I let out a soft moan and gripped the sheets.

Billie's rhythm intensified making her fingers moving faster.

"I'm so close," I gasped.

Billie slowed down, her movements becoming almost teasingly gentle before she stopped entirely. 

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need.

Billie's eyes locked onto mine. She seemed to love the control she had over me, the way she could bring me to the edge and pull me back. But she didn't leave me waiting long. She began moving her fingers faster again, her thumb brushing against my clit in perfect rhythm.

My walls tightened around her fingers as I came on her fingers. 

"You taste amazing," she murmured, her voice husky.

She brought her fingers up to my lips. Without breaking eye contact, I opened my mouth, taking her fingers in, tasting myself on her skin. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

We climbed into bed. Billie laid on her back, and I snuggled into her side, resting my head on her chest. I looked up at her, taking in every detail of her face, the way the soft light played on her features.

Billie glanced down at me. She looked at me as if she couldn't quite believe I was there, that this moment was real. Her hand gently stroked my back.

"You're so pretty," I whispered.

Billie shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "Shush," she laughed.

I smiled back, shaking my head. "No, I'm being serious," I insisted. "I've always thought you were pretty. From seeing you on the TV screen to meeting you for the first time, and even more now."

Her eyes softened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You really mean that?" she asked.

I nodded, reaching up to gently trace the outline of her jaw with my fingertips. "I do. You're beautiful, Billie. Inside and out."

She looked at me with such intensity that it took my breath away. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "That means more to me than you know."

I snuggled closer, wrapping my arm around her waist, holding her tightly. "You deserve to hear it," I said softly.