#subbillie <3
Isabel Winter
My Billie. My sweet, sweet —shy— Billie. Watching her sleep might be the most stalker-ish thing i do, but my god is it worth it. She looks so adorable and at peace. From the way she subconsciously pulls the blanket all the way up to her face, her hands clutching the blanket close to herself, to the way she scrunches her nose every once in a while.
I count every freckle on her face. I study her face as if it's a painting in a museum. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her. She has such a pure, innocent soul, that I will never let anyone destroy.
I see the patterns of her breathing change, as she slowly wakes up from a nights rest. Once her eyes open, she sees how i'm already looking at her.
Her face lights up with embarrassment, as her cheeks start to blush, "Stop staring at me in my sleep you weirdo." she chuckles.
I bring my hand up to her face and slowly lean down to catch her lips with mine. She lets out a quiet hum, as our lips connect in a soothing, loving way. There was no rush in our kiss, as we slowly move our lips together.
Our kiss gradually starts to heat up, and both of our desires grow with each second. Her hand reaches for the side of my neck, as she pulls my face closer. I place my hand on her thigh and encourage her to place it over mine. As she hooks her leg over mine, I slide my hand up her thigh, to her hip, before placing it on the bottom of her back to pull her impossibly closer.
She moans into my mouth, while I keep a hold on her fragile body. Our bodies heat up quickly. Billie, with her center placed on my thigh, starts to grind on me slightly. I don't even think she's realizing what she's doing. Which somehow makes it 10 times more hot for me. "Jesus christ, Bil." I breathe out.
"What, did I do something wrong?" She looks at me with concern written all over her face.
"No baby, not at all. Opposite, actually. You're writhing for me to touch you, huh? I've got you grinding on my thigh already angel." I say teasingly with a smirk. I know she hates it when I confront her with something sexual. She gets so shy.
Billie widens her eyes as she realizes what she was doing. I can tell from the look on her face, she's about to open her mouth and apologize for her action, so I decide to just shut her up from her nonsense before she got the chance by slamming my lips against hers.
She lets out a surprised squeak as she chuckled a bit into the kiss with a smile. Billies hand rests on my waist, as she scrunches the material of my shirt in her hand, as if she couldn't get enough of me.
I reach down and grab a handful of her ass, pressing her harder against my thigh, motioning for her to continue grinding on me. "Oh my god" she whispers against my lips. She holds her mouth open, unable to kiss me back as she's so lost in the feeling between her legs. I peck her top lip, before kissing her bottom lip gently.
"There you go, baby. Use me for your pleasure — go on." I encourage her on. Her breath quickens with every minute passing.
"I need- fuck" she starts, but gets interrupted by her own moan. "Cmon baby, what do you need? Hm? Tell me angel." I tell her.
"I- I need more. I need more" she says out of breath.
"Yeah? Can't get enough? You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?" I ask her with a sly smirk.
A moan escapes from her plump lips, "Yes, god yes."
I tut in disapproval, "No. I want you to tell me. Tell me you're a greedy little slut."
Her eyes roll back in pleasure. "I'm a greedy little slut. Just for you. Only for you." she breathes out.
I give her ass a slap over her panties in approval, "good girl". I rub my hand in a soothing motion over where I slapped her ass before slowly inching my hand higher and higher, reaching the band of her panties before grabbing them and slowly pulling them down, "How about we remove these, hm?"
She desperately nods, as she lifts her hips a tiny bit, to help me with taking her panties off.
After her panties are removed, I place my hand on her lower back to press her exposed cunt back on my bare thigh. Billie releases a sigh of relief. She immediately starts writhing her hips back and forth on me, searching for pleasure.
I gently guide her with my hand, but mostly just let her choose the rhythm and speed she feels the most pleasure with. "There you go, good girl." I praise her.
I hear Billie moan out from my words. Her hips speeding up a tad. I gently grab her cheek and angle it up toward mine, pressing my lips against hers. Her plump, soft lips feel incredible against me. The woman is fucking addicted to aquaphor, and it shows. I'm not complaining though, her lips always look and feel so temptingly soft.
She moans into my mouth, as I feel the vibrations of her hum against my lips.
Billie is the type of girl who doesn't even realize how gorgeous she is. It pisses me off every single day, that she doesn't get how stunning she is. I wish she had the confidence to own herself. The amount of times I've heard her subconsciously talk herself down. It's a bad habit of hers. She'll rant off when someone or something has bothered her, and somehow always come to the conclusion that it's her fault. It makes me so mad to see the world bring her down every single day. I wish she could see herself from my eyes. I wish she could own it to herself, to stand up for her.
"Is-isabel" Billie mutters out.
"Yes darling?"
Billie slowly slows the movement of her hips down before they reach a stop. I open my eyes to find Billie with an embarrassed and almost ashamed look on her face. Worry immediately fills my guts. "Hey-hey, what's wrong? Do you not feel comfortable? Do you want to stop?" I quickly reassure her.
Billie quickly shakes her head in a 'no' motion. "No no. I'm fine. I-it's just- uhm." She reaches her hand behind her neck in a nervous manner.
"What's up baby, you can tell me — cmon. There's nothing to be ashamed of, my love."
Billie takes a deep breath before trying to reveal to me what she wanted to say, "Uhm, do you think we can possibly — if you want to, of course. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything- I was just wondering, if you know — you uhm-" she stops in the middle of her sentence and drops her head down in embarrassment, so that her head is situated below my chin, on my chest.
"Shit why is it so hard to say it." she whines. I chuckle a bit, finding a bit of humor in Billies incapability to ask me something. I reach my hand up to the back of her head, comfortingly petting her hair before kissing the top of her head.
"Would it help if you don't look directly into my eyes?" I ask with a chuckle.
I can feel her breath fanning across the nape of my neck when she answers, "Yes."
"Okay then, go on baby. Ask me whatever you please." I say with a smile.
Billie takes another deep breath before finally asking, "Remember that strap on you bought a while ago, just as a joke?"
My eyes widen immediately. Oh my god. It was back when I was trying to find a birthday present for her. I ended up going to an adult toys store and buying her a dildo strap-on, purely just to see the shock on her face when she would open up the present on her birthday, in front of all our friends, and find that at the bottom of a gift bag. I even went the extra mile — as if the gift itself wasn't embarrassment enough for her — and put on a post-it note on it saying "Can't wait to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a whole week ;)" . I remember how her eyes practically plunged out of her face when she opened it. All of our friends instantly gained curiosity. She lied to them all, and said it was a "sweet and sentimental gift", and insisted on hiding it from them.
