lovely | billie eilish

12 | First Time (18+)

The cool night breeze greeted us as we stepped out of the ocean, our laughter and whispered words still lingering between us. Billie handed me a towel, her smile warm as she dried herself off. We gathered our things from the beach, the sand clinging to our feet as we made our way back up the narrow path toward her house.

The evening had been magical, and as we walked hand in hand, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something special between us.

When we reached her front door, Billie paused and looked at me, her gaze soft and full of affection. "Do you want to spend the night?" she asked, her voice low and inviting.

I felt a thrill of excitement at her words, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'd love that," I replied, smiling up at her.

Inside, the house was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the ocean in the distance. Billie led me to her bedroom, where she grabbed an oversized shirt from her closet and handed it to me. "You can change in the bathroom if you want."

"Thanks," I said, taking the shirt and slipping into the bathroom. As I stood under the warm stream of the shower, I let the events of the night wash over me, enjoying the enjoying the peaceful moment after a busy day.

When I emerged from the bathroom, the oversized shirt hung loosely on me, barely covering the pair of underwear I wore beneath.

Billie's eyes lit up as she took in the sight. Her gaze lingered with a mixture of desire and longing. She pat the space next to her with a warm, inviting smile. "Come here," she said softly.

I climbed into bed beside her, feeling the softness of the sheets and the comforting warmth of her presence. As the movie played quietly in the background, I found myself focused solely on Billie—her hand brushing against mine, the way her leg slightly touched mine under the covers. Every small contact sent a spark of electricity through me.

As the minutes passed, our touches became more intimate. Billie's hand found mine, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. I shifted closer, resting my head on her shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The warmth between us grew, the room filled with a quiet tension that was both exhilarating and soothing.

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Billie's hand slowly moved to my waist, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. I turned to look at her, our faces inches apart, and the desire in her eyes mirrored my own. Without a word, I leaned in, our lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss.

The kiss deepened, our touches becoming more urgent as we let go of the last remnants of restraint. Billie's hand slipped under the hem of the shirt I was wearing, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I responded, my fingers gently exploring the curves of her body, feeling the connection between us grow stronger with every passing second.

We broke apart just long enough to catch our breath, our foreheads resting against each other. The movie continued to play, but it was just background noise now.

"Violet," Billie whispered. "I don't want this night to end."

"Neither do I," I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest.

We lay together in Billie's bed, the air between us thick with the tension that had been building all night. Her hand moved with a deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of my waist. Each touch sent a wave of desire through me, my breath hitching as she explored further.

Our kisses deepened, growing more passionate and urgent. Billie's hand moved under the shirt, caressing the skin of my stomach before moving higher. Her touch was both tender and possessive, and I felt my body responding eagerly to her every move.

I shifted closer, pressing my body against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. The shirt I wore was quickly becoming irrelevant as Billie pushed it up, her fingers grazing the underside of my breasts. My breath caught as her thumb brushed over one of my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Is this okay?" she whispered, her voice low and husky, her eyes searching mine for any hesitation.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted her—needed her in a way that was both thrilling and a little terrifying.

Billie smiled, a mixture of relief and desire in her eyes as she pushed the shirt up and over my head, leaving me exposed to her gaze. She took a moment to appreciate the sight of me before leaning in to press her lips to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone and then lower, her mouth exploring every inch of my skin.

I arched into her touch, my hands tangling in her hair as she made her way down my body. Her lips found my breast, her mouth warm and wet as she teased my nipple with her tongue. A soft moan escaped my lips, the sensation overwhelming as She showered me with attention.

Billie's hands were everywhere—moving over my sides, my hips, my thighs. I felt the mattress shift as she positioned herself above me, her eyes locking onto mine as she kissed her way back up to my lips, her body pressing me into the bed. I could feel her passion in the way she touched me, her hands exploring with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

I reached for her, pulling her closer, wanting to feel her skin against mine. Billie understood my need, quickly shedding her own clothes until there was nothing between us. The sensation of her bare body against mine was intoxicating, and I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her even closer.

Billie's hand slid down my body, her fingers finding the sensitive spot between my legs. She moved with a confidence that sent shivers through me. Her touch was gentle but firm as she moved her fingers inside me, building the pressure until I was trembling beneath her.

I gasped, my hips arching into her hand as she worked me closer to release. Billie's lips found mine again, her kiss deep and possessive, as if she wanted to claim every part of me. The world outside her bedroom disappeared, leaving only the two of us.

When the tension finally broke, it was like a wave crashing over me, powerful and all-consuming. I cried out, my body trembling as Billie held me. She kissed me deeply, her lips soft and gentle.

As the sensations slowly subsided, Billie held me close, as we both caught our breath. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, our bodies still entwined.

"You're amazing," Billie whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I've never felt anything like this before."

I smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection and contentment. "Neither have I," I replied softly, running my fingers through her hair as I looked into her eyes.

I leaned in to kiss her again, a slow, lingering kiss. When we finally pulled apart, we settled back into the bed, Billie pulling the covers over us as we snuggled close, her arms wrapped securely around me.