Session 𝓔ighty-Four

Session 84:
"The Deep End”

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I felt a little nervous once Monroe emerged from the bathroom, walking over to the bed I was lying in.

She had been in there for a few minutes, cleaning the toy she had used on me.

Now she was all mine again, and I knew what I had to do.

Or the conversation we needed to have.

“Welcome back,” I murmured as she stopped by the bed.

“I don’t feel very welcome,” Monroe said, glancing away from my eyes to my body.

I immediately lifted the covers, holding my arms out for her with a smile.

“How about now, beautiful?” I asked as she instinctively leaned down, burying herself in my arms.

“Much better,” she breathed out, tangling her legs with mine as I let the covers fall over us. “You’re so warm.”

“You’re really cold—“ I inaudibly gasped when she pressed her hands to my back. “Ro,” I scolded, trying to push her away from me.

Monroe only chuckled, “You’re supposed to warm me up,” she said, tightening her arms around my waist.

I squeezed her shoulders as her cold hands ran down my back.

“I can’t wait to make my hands cold so I can do this back to you,” I mumbled, briefly squeezing my eyes shut when she grabbed my ass.

“Sounds lovely,” Monroe whispered, her blue eyes sinking into mine, “I know exactly how to warm them back up.”

I parted my lips slightly, eyeing the soft smirk on my girlfriend’s face.

“You dirty girl,” I nudged her with an amused smile.

“Can you blame me?” she asked, her eyes trailing my face. “Look at you. I genuinely want to touch you every second of the day, Liberty.”

I jokingly rolled my eyes. “I would be glued to the bed, Ro.”

“Not that kind of touch,” she clarified, furrowing her brows slightly as she held my stare. “I simply like… touching you. Skin to skin contact with you makes me feel like the world isn’t on fire.”

I remained silent for a moment, wordlessly staring into her beautiful eyes.

Our faces were so close, and my chest felt so warm.

Even my cheeks felt warm, blushing from her confession alone.

“Even if the world was on fire,” I whispered, drawing in a deep breath. “I would happily burn with you, baby.”

Monroe’s smile grew softer. “Romeo and Juliet,” she said, even if it sounded more like a question.

And while anyone else probably would’ve freaked out by how serious she was—I wasn’t.

I’m all in with her.

“Romeo and Juliet,” I repeated back to her, “Or Juliet and Juliet.”

Monroe hummed, her eyes searching mine. “Glad we could agree, darling,” she murmured, leaning her face closer to mine. “We’ll never live without each other.”

“I don’t want to live without you,” I said before I could think it through, my words vulnerable and honest.

Goosebumps ran down my spine when Monroe’s soft lips pursed into the cutest frown.

It was the first time I had truly seen a frown on her, and I swear she made it look so pretty.

As she does with anything.

“I don’t want to live without you either, Liberty,” she whispered, resting her nose against mine. “We'll never have to live apart, darling.”

I nodded as I held her stare, wrapping my arms around her neck.

The air between us was tense, or maybe it was just me?

Maybe I had this weight I wanted to get off my chest.

These three words that I keep thinking more and more about.

“How about I run us a bath, sweet girl?” Monroe suggested, reaching up to gently tuck any stray hair away from my face.

“Yes, please,” I whispered, smiling slightly as I eyed her face.

Monroe leaned forward, softly kissing my forehead.

“I did want to tell you,” I suddenly said before she could fully pull away. “About my mother.”

Monroe halted against me, her entire focus purely on me.

There wasn’t an expression on her face, almost like she was giving me the opportunity to say what I had to first before immediately reacting.

“I want to tell her. I want us to be public, and I’m ready to enter this next stage of our lives,” I started to speak, letting out a soft sigh. “You know how difficult my relationship is with my mother, so it might take me some time to work up the courage… if that’s okay?”

“Of course, that’s okay, Liberty,” Monroe didn’t hesitate to say, leaning in to softly kiss my forehead. “It was never about when. All I wanted to know was that you were open to it, darling. That you wanted to move forward publicly.”

I pursed my lips. “I’m sorry I never confirmed better,” I sighed.

Monroe only shook her head. “You confirmed right now, and that’s all that matters,” she assured me, reaching up to gently cup my face in her hands. “Knowing that you want to move forward is better than hearing you say soon, Liberty. An explanation is even better than that.”

I nodded a few times, feeling relieved by the direction of this conversation.

Zion was totally right.

I just needed to communicate—that’s all Monroe wanted from me.

“I apologize if you felt rushed to tell her,” Monroe suddenly whispered, her eyes trailing my face. “I can promise you, all I wanted to know was that we’re on the same page, especially after you met everyone in New York.”

“I know,” I whispered, wishing I could go back in time to handle this better.

At least we’re talking about it all now.

“I felt deeper in this than you.”

I frowned at her confession, especially when she pulled me into a hug and buried her face into the crook of my neck.

“You’re not deeper, baby,” I quickly said, hugging her tighter to me. “We’re in this together, and we’ll always keep each other afloat in the deep end.”

Monroe silently nodded.

Then she let out the softest sigh.

“I really dislike feeling out of control,” she admitted weakly, her words muffled against my neck. 

“I know, baby,” I whispered, gently playing with her hair. “The only thing I can offer is myself on those days you feel out of control.”

Monroe softly kissed my neck, “My sweet girl,” she whispered, her arms tightening around me. 

“Seriously, you can do anything you want to me, baby. As long as you feel okay again,“ I emphasized, running my hands down her back.

“Anything except that flogger,” Monroe subtly added, earning a soft chuckle from me.

I personally wouldn’t mind it again, but I knew Monroe would never even put it in my eyesight.

“You can definitely hold my breath again,” I determined with a growing smile.

“I could tell you enjoyed that, darling,” Monroe said, pulling away from my neck to meet my stare. “My beautiful girl likes breath play, it seems.”

I raised a brow. “Breath play,” I tested out the new term. “Yeah, I love breath play.”

“Good to know,” she determined, her blue eyes trailing my face.

I smiled slightly when she leaned in to softly kiss my lips.

The kiss was gentle and fleeting before she slid out of bed to go run our bath.

While she did that, I called for room service with only one idea in mind.

Strawberries and whipped cream.

I specified a whipped cream bottle, too, instead of them putting it in a bowl.

And I may or may not have gotten us a bottle of champagne.

They were surprisingly quick with everything—within fifteen minutes, there were knocks at the door.

Monroe was busy preparing the bath for us, so I quickly slipped on a robe to grab the stuff I ordered.

I wanted to surprise her with it all, so I quickly slid the robe off onto the bed and grabbed all of the different things in my arms.

A loose smile was plastered to my face as I walked toward the bathroom, which already smelled like vanilla from the bubble bath running.

“Surprise, beautiful,” I said as soon as I walked into the bathroom.

Monroe glanced away from the bathtub she stood beside, her stare immediately locking with mine.

Then her eyes shifted down, openly eyeing my bare body and the stuff in my arms.

All I could stare at was her, and the black mesh undergarments she still wore.

“What a lovely surprise,” she determined as I approached her.

“Get undressed,” I said as I carefully set the strawberries and whipped cream down on the bathtub ledge.

“Is that an order?” Monroe asked with an amused smile, clearly not taking me seriously.

“It is,” I said, setting the bottle of champagne down last. “Get undressed, or I’ll do it for you.”

Monroe remained silent for a moment, openly staring at me.

Then she shrugged, purposely not making an effort to take off her bra or underwear.

My lips twitched up, “You like when I undress you, Ro?” I murmured softly, taking a few steps closer to her.

“Of course, darling,” she said as I reached past her body, unhooking her bra first.

“I like it too,” I determined, as I guided her bra off.

Then I reached down to her smooth mesh underwear, toying with the waistband for a moment.

Monroe’s stare didn’t waver from mine, and I definitely didn’t look away from her as I slowly pulled the material down her thighs.

I didn’t hesitate to kneel down fully, helping her out of her underwear entirely.

Then I pressed a fleeting kiss to both of her thighs, standing on my feet again and rising to my original height.

Monroe immediately kissed me as soon as I was at her height, making me smile slightly.

Then we impatiently got in the hot bath, sinking down in the steaming water that made goosebumps prickle all over our skin.

I naturally straddled her lap before grabbing the bottle of champagne to open.

“Have a sip for me, Ro Ro?” I softly asked her, bringing the bottle to her lips.

Monroe didn’t hesitate to part her soft lips for me, making me smile in approval.

“Good girl,” I subtly murmured, making my girlfriend chuckle slightly as she took a brief sip of the bubbly champagne.

“You’re adorable,” she said, taking another sip of the champagne when I lifted the bottle again.

Then I lifted the bottle to my lips, taking a couple of long sips.

It was such a calm feeling in the air, especially as we sipped on the bubbly champagne, our bodies pressed together in the hot water.

I felt so soothed—almost like I could stay right here with her forever.

We sipped a little more on the champagne before I inevitably reached for the whipped cream bottle.

I started preparing a few strawberries with whipped cream on top, feeding a couple to her before she grabbed the whipped cream bottle herself.

“Ro,” I laughed when she drew a line of whipped cream across my chest.

She only hummed in approval at the sight before leaning down, licking it all away.

Her tongue was so soft and warm against my skin, making me grip her shoulders a little tighter.

Especially when she dragged her tongue up my neck, gently sucking down right below my jawline.

It made my lips part slightly, my head feeling a little dizzier than before.

“Be still for mommy,” she softly whispered in my ear, making my entire body burn up.

I wordlessly nodded as she drew more whipped cream against my skin, except this time, it was a line down my neck.

I tried my best to be still for her, letting her lick up the mess she made against my skin.

But it was a little hard to be still when she squeezed some of the whipped cream on both of my hardened nipples.

I naturally arched into her when she licked it all up, sucking down so softly against me.

Once she finished licking my other nipple clean, I immediately pulled her in for a kiss.

Monroe didn’t hesitate to throw the whipped cream bottle aside, falling into the intense kiss with me. 

All I could hear were our heavy breaths and the sound of water lapping around us as I shifted on her lap.

My tongue started sliding into her mouth with each kiss, reaching up to wrap my hands around her neck.

I hummed when she ran her hands up my back, caressing my wet skin.

The kiss between us naturally grew slower all of a sudden—the rushed moment between us fading away.

Her lips moved so gently against mine, lightly squeezing my waist as I reached up from her neck to cup her face in my hands.

Suddenly, the moment felt so much more intimate.

And I adored every second of it.

It felt like there was so much intention behind each kiss we shared.

I let out a soft sigh when we slowly pulled away, naturally leaning back into her.

But only for a hug.

Monroe kissed my shoulder as she hugged me back, holding me so tightly against her.

We sat like that for minutes on end, time passing between us as the water slowly lost steam.

Eventually, we pulled away to start cleaning ourselves off.

I grabbed the soap to start on her first, washing her soft skin for her.

Monroe washed my body for me next, making sure not to get my hair wet.

Once we were fully clean, we got out of the bath to dry each other off and put on lotion before sliding white robes on.

I even managed to convince Monroe to do a face mask before bed.

It was the iconic green mask, which somehow looked perfect on her.

Meanwhile, I looked like a swamp monster or something,

“It’s cute, darling,” Monroe said, making me roll my eyes with a smile.

“On you,” I emphasized as she grabbed her phone from the bathroom counter.

“Let’s take a picture,” she suggested as she unlocked her phone.

“Of course, this is the one time you want a picture,” I mumbled jokingly. “When my face is green and I look like some swamp monster.”

Monroe smiled softly. “I like it, Liberty,” she said, staring down at me with such an intense look behind her eyes.

I couldn’t read where her head was at.

But I could tell taking a picture meant a lot to her—and I knew this would be the cutest memory.

“Come here,” I said with a dramatic sigh, motioning her closer.

Monroe’s smile grew in the cutest way, immediately leaning closer to me so we could take a picture.

I pressed my cheek against hers, scrunching up my nose with a smile.

Monroe smiled as well, but it wasn’t her typical closed-lipped smile.

No, she showed her beautiful white teeth as she snapped a couple of pictures of us.

Then I turned my head slightly, poking my tongue out to pretend like I was about to lick her face.

Monroe chuckled softly as she took another picture.

“God, I’m obsessed with you,” she murmured, making me smile wider as she took a few more pictures.

Once we were done, we naturally looked at them all—and I swear they were all perfect.

I couldn’t pick one as my favorite.

They were live photos too, so it was even cuter to hold them down and listen to the moment we captured.

We looked so perfect together—almost like we were always meant to be by each other’s sides.

Once we washed our face masks off and did our skin care, I was right back to looking at the photos we took.

I even sent them to myself, skeptically eyeing my contact in her phone.

“Liberty. That’s it? No heart or anything?” I asked as I slid into bed beside her, holding her phone in my hand.

I was now in a pair of cheetah print underwear and one of Monroe’s white t-shirts while she wore one of her sweaters and a pair of underwear underneath.

“I’m a very straightforward person, darling. You know this,” Monroe said with an amused smile.

“There’s so much more to you than that, Monroe,” I said, shaking my head as I eyed her phone in my hand.

I parted my lips when she smoothly snatched it from my hand, making my attention shift to her.

“No, don’t change it,” I quickly said as soon as she began tapping on the screen. “It’s fine.”

“No, you’re right,” she determined. “There’s much more to me, or even us.”

I smiled slightly from her words alone, lying up from the bed to straddle her body instead.

I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I needed to be touching her at all times.

“How’s this, darling?” Monroe asked, turning the phone around as she gently grabbed my waist with her other hand.

My smile grew as I read the new contact.

Li

There was no heart, but Monroe wasn’t an emoji person anyway.

And the nickname alone was enough to make my face grow warm.

I love it when she calls me that.

It was literally one time, but I’ll never forget it.

“Perfect,” I whispered softly, making a smile grow on my girlfriend’s lips.

“You’re perfect,” she emphasized, briefly setting her phone on the nightstand.

“You’re even more perfect,” I whispered as she got settled underneath me.

Monroe’s expression softened, her blue eyes burning so deeply into mine as she ran her arms around my waist.

“We’re perfect when we’re together,” she murmured, her stare not wavering from mine once.

I naturally leaned down to her, softly kissing her lips.

My hands roamed under her oversized sweater as she kissed me back, gently squeezing her breasts.

Then I ran my thumbs over her nipples that hardened just for me, immediately switching the mood between us.

Especially when the softest hum burned in her throat.

The kiss between us grew hotter and more breathless.

Monroe even gripped my ass, guiding my grinds against her body.

My hands trailed lower down her body before I could help myself.

Then I naturally pulled away from our kiss, gauging her reaction as I slipped my hand between her soft thighs.

I smiled slightly when she spread her legs just for me, inviting me in entirely.

I didn’t even hesitate.

My fingers slipped beneath her underwear, immediately cupping her warm core.

It made me hum contentedly, while a soft moan echoed from my girlfriend’s lips.

“Yes, Liberty,” she praised, making every nerve in my body light up.

She felt so soft and warm underneath my fingers, especially her clit that I always loved to tease and touch.

Monroe’s brows were furrowed in the most attractive way as I circled her clit, her chest lifted, and her stare never wavering from mine.

I watched her soft lips purse tightly together, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took.

Her moans were like this beautiful sound I couldn’t get enough of—purposely speeding up just to listen to her more.

Then I grew impatient and slid two fingers inside of her.

Monroe arched up immediately, throwing her head back as soon as I began stroking against her spot.

“My god,” she moaned out in the most attractive way.

Her beautiful eyes quickly rolled closed once I pressed into the ridges of her G-spot, making her tighten around my fingers.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whispered, and I swear that made her tighten even more.

The feeling of my fingers buried in the warmth, or how tightly she squeezed around me, was fucking incredible.

I swear I couldn’t get enough.

Especially when I felt her wetness seep all around my fingers, my name falling from her lips over and over again as she came undone.

She gripped my waist tighter, arching so deeply that her body trembled beneath mine.

I basked in the view of her underneath me, deepening my strokes inside of her as she rode out her orgasm.

Until she slowly grew limp with chaotic breaths falling from her lips.

All I could do was smile as I slid out of her, immediately bringing my fingers to my lips for the best taste I knew.

“My perfect girl,” Monroe breathed out, openly watching me suck my fingers clean.

I hummed as I lowered them from my lips, leaning down to briefly kiss her, sliding my body between her legs.

Monroe gently kissed my cheek when we pulled away, allowing me to rest my head on her chest.

“This was the best night ever,” I whispered as she pulled the covers up over us both.

“All of my best nights are with you, darling,” she said so softly, wrapping her arms around my waist to hold me closer.

My eyes fell closed with a loose smile, letting out a soft sigh as I relaxed against her body.

I genuinely think this is a night I’ll daydream about for years.

Me and Monroe in this hotel room.