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BILLIE'S P OV;
- SMUT || DOM G!P BIL
as i stirred from the comfort of our bed, the warmth beside me was absent, and my heart whispered her name. "eileen?" I called softly, my voice still heavy with sleep. slowly, I rose from the bed, my limbs protesting the departure from its cocoon of blankets.
with a yawn and a stretch, I rubbed my eyes, greeting the morning sun filtering through the curtains, painting our small cottage in hues of gold and warmth.
padding across the wooden floorboards, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. the sound of running water echoed in the silence of the morning, a soothing melody accompanying my morning ritual.
as I emerged, teeth brushed and senses awakened, I sought out the source of my heart's longing.
stepping into the living room, my gaze immediately fell upon her, a vision of tranquility amidst the vibrant landscape outside.
eileen lay on the soft grass outside, a white blanket cradling her form as she immersed herself in the pages of a book. the gentle breeze tousled her hair, strands of chestnut dancing in the sunlight, framing her features like a halo.
she wore a simple floral dress, the blue blooms a perfect complement to the azure sky above. the sun kissed her skin, casting a golden glow upon her tanned olive complexion, and I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty.
with each turn of a page, she seemed to become more enchanting, more ethereal.
I watched her, captivated by the way her feet swung back and forth, a rhythm of contentment in the stillness of the morning.
In her hands, a bounty of strawberries awaited
her indulgence, each bite a testament to the sweetness of life itself. as she savored the fruit, her lips curved into a smile.
seating myself on the couch, I drank in the sight before me, committing every detail to memory.
I felt a rush of warmth flood through me as eileen's gaze met mine, her smile like a beacon in the morning light. watching her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection and desire welling up inside me.
as she bit into the juicy strawberry, a small trickle of crimson escaped, trailing down her chin in a tantalizing display. my eyebrow twitched involuntarily as I watched her, a mixture of amusement and arousal swirling within me.
eileen's movements were like poetry in motion, each gesture a symphony of grace and sensuality. with a casual flick of her hand, she wiped away the errant juice, her eyes never leaving mine. the sight of her licking it off her finger sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a storm of butterflies in my stomach.
my gaze lingered on her as she arched her back, a gesture so effortlessly seductive it stole the breath from my lungs. I couldn't help but wonder what she was reading that had her acting like this, but in that moment, I didn't care.
as she reached for another strawberry, dipping it into the whipped cream with a slow, deliberate motion, I felt my pulse quicken. the sight of her biting into the fruit sent my hands instinctively moving to caress my own inner thighs in response.
