A Billie Eilish Fanfic - Kidnapped 2

Here to Stay LIGHT SMUT/CLEO'S POV

Billie pressed into my lips with force. It felt vaguely familiar. I remembered when she first kissed me. I was terrified and nervous and excited all at once, I feel the same way now.

But this time I pressed back and put my tongue in her mouth. I pushed Billie back onto the bed and looked down at her face, she was craving me. I couldn't help but wonder who else had seen her craving face during these past four years. That was a face that was meant only for me.

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and continued to straddle Billie, she tugged at the bottom of my shirt, I pulled it over my head. I sat on top of her in a strapless white bra. My body had changed. I had stretch marks now, I had love handles. My boobs weren't as perky. Being a mom does this shit to you. I couldn't help but feel self conscious.

Billie looked me up and down and grabbed my hand,

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," she whispered.

I felt my eyes tear up. She always knew what to say.

The rest progressed quickly like it used to. She ripped my bra off and played with my nipples how I liked...she hadn't forgotten my preferences. Some things never change.

I stripped her. Her body was still fit as ever. Why did she even want me? After four years she could have found someone that didn't carry a child and was a lot less complicated. Her perfect body made me feel insecure. But her actions didn't. She stripped the rest of my clothes off like she was hungry for me.

When we were both naked she held me close and kissed up my neck softly. The romance was intense, and don't get me wrong, I loved it...but I had already soaked through my panties before Billie had taken them off of me. She loved teasing me as I begged.

"Billie please?"

She kissed down my chest and abdomen, leaving small hickeys...in case I wanted amber again probably. Billie always was possessive.

"Beg for me," she responded.

I did beg. I opened my legs for her and started to rub myself and say her name.

She sat back and watched silently. I opened my eyes when she grabbed my hand,

"Let me."

I let her. She swirled her tongue around my clit softly, making the goosebumps on my legs travel all over my body. I was already close and she had barely touched me. Her touch was magic. Just the idea of her touch could almost get me off. I had imagined this moment for four years, normally it ended in tears after I would cum. But this time I wasn't going to cry.

Billie put a finger in me slowly, curling it as I moaned for her. She looked up and smiled. She hadn't forgotten a thing. Her second finger entered and she kissed my thighs. She increased her speed and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

"Bil I'm going to.."

"Please do baby."

Normally she would make me beg, or hold it, but I guess she figured that we had waited long enough for this moment to happen again. I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Billie helped me ride it out then put my head on her lap and rubbed through my hair.

She started to cry.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked her.

"Wha-? No Cleo. No baby. I just missed you. I haven't done that since I last saw you. I couldn't bring myself to be with someone else, I tried but...I don't think I'll ever do it with anyone else again."

I felt an instant feeling of guilt. I had done it with someone else. And she knew it. I knew that's what she was thinking about.

I wanted to comfort her,

"I know you know me and amber...did it...but Billie it's never been like me and you. Never. Not the sex, not the romance, not anything," I sat up and grabbed her hand, "if I knew you were coming back I never would have slept with someone else but I was lonely and I didn't know when the loneliness was ending. I was just trying to replace you and it didn't even work."

Billie gave me a small playful grin,

"So I fuck better?"

I rolled my eyes and playfully hit her,

"Yes billie! Yes. You fuck me better. Is that all you wanted to hear? Geez," I rolled my eyes at her, making her smile bigger.

We were both silent for a moment, looking at each others still naked bodies. I had missed hers so much.

"Is it possible that you got even hotter after giving birth?" She asked.

She always tried to make me feel better. I remembered back when I was super conscious about my boobs and she complimented them every single day, bought me push up bras to wear because they made me feel better and she gave them extra attention in bed. She must know that I feel self conscious. She was such a perfect partner...

"I feel fat and my body will never be the same," I put my head down and then looked back up at her, "it never bothered me with amber, but with you...I know you can do so much better and you saw me before. I was so much more attractive. You look the exact same as before."

Billie scooted closer to me,

"You are absolutely not fat. Your body shows me you carried our child and gave birth. Your body has been through hell to give me the best thing that's ever happened to me. And you're still a fucking MILF..." she giggled, "I mean how did I get so lucky?"

No...how did I get so lucky?

We laid together in bed catching up for hours. We hadn't slept yet, but I glanced at the clock at it was already 4am.

"Billie! We have to go to sleep! It's 4am! I have to get up at 6am to get Calvin ready for school," I explained.

"Okay baby say less, get some sleep okay? I love you. I'm here to stay now," she kissed my forehead and I cuddled into her chest. I was finally home.