Session 𝓔ighty-Three

Session 83:
"The Ultimate Couple”

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I couldn’t sleep if I tried, and it wasn’t just that night.

It was nights to come, thinking purely of Monroe’s work with the government.

I didn’t want her to think I didn’t trust her, and she’s always told me the truth, so I didn’t have a reason not to.

Everything inside of me still wanted to ask her if she had ever used it on me, but every time I worked up the courage, I just couldn’t get the words out.

I decided to just leave it alone, even if I couldn’t sleep at the thought of it.

Or if I did somehow fall asleep, I would always wake up with the same paranoia I had dozed off with.

I was exhausted, and midterms didn’t help.

I focused all of my energy on studying for days on end, using that as my excuse to stay up every night when it was time for bed.

I was out of bed before Monroe in the mornings, quickly swiping concealer under my eyes to hide my lack of sleep.

The last thing I wanted was for her to know I wasn’t sleeping—even if a small part of me figured she might already be aware.

She knows everything.

Still, it had been smooth sailing for a few days, and I really liked the calmness around us.

Monroe’s work days haven’t been as strenuous either.

She’s been doing a lot better, especially since I decided to leave the Dr. Kincaid situation alone, too.

Asking Monroe to speak with her wasn’t a good idea.

Not right now, at least.

If Dr. Kincaid does anything else, then we all need some sort of intervention.

It genuinely can’t go on like this.

But my girlfriend is happy now, which obviously means I’m happy.

With midterms being over, along with my period, my mood was also more elevated.

Even if I officially didn’t have an excuse to be up on my laptop for hours at night.

I had to just lay there, my eyes closed and my mind wandering for hours on end.

I decided to get out of bed at four instead of six this morning since I was growing fucking restless.

“Liberty.”

I paused my actions immediately, stiffening as I slowly laid back down in bed.

“You’re not sleeping,” I heard her voice from behind me.

Then I felt her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her warm body.

“Tell me what’s going on, darling,” she softly whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine.

I drew in a deep breath, knowing I couldn’t tell her the real reason behind my sleepless nights.

I don’t want to stir anything up right now.

I just want us to be us.

I genuinely don’t care about hypnotherapy or Dr. Kincaid—only my subconscious is struggling.

If it continues for much longer, I definitely plan on telling Monroe, but I'm really enjoying how easy our days have been.

The topic of my mother is also another thing on my mind.

“It's just insomnia, I think,” I whispered, trying my best to sound confused by it too. “I’ve been doing better, though,” I added, turning around in her arms.

The room was still drenched in morning darkness, but I could make out the outline of her perfect face.

“You don’t get insomnia,” Monroe said, running her hands up my back. “Not without a reason.”

I hummed in acknowledgment, “I suppose I’ll have to figure out the reason,” I determined, leaning in to softly kiss her lips.

Monroe naturally kissed me back, gently squeezing my waist as I curved into her body.

I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue past her lips as I subtly guided her onto her back.

Monroe chuckled in the softest way when I straddled her body, leaning back down to kiss her again.

“You’re trying to distract me,” she said against my lips, and it was true.

Sort of.

I wanted to skip over the topic of my sleep schedule, but I also wanted to drown so deeply in her that traces of her lingered in my lungs for days.

So I kissed Monroe deeper, subtly shifting myself between her legs instead.

“Liberty,” she breathed out, her grip tightening around my neck when I began rocking my hips against her.

“I’m deprived,” I whispered against her lips, smiling slightly as I trailed kisses down to her soft neck. “Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep, baby.”

I heard Monroe hum, especially when I nipped just right at the skin on her neck.

I inaudibly gasped when I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, roughly pulling me away.

But only to guide my head further down.

“Let’s see if I can wear you out,” Monroe said, making my face burn up.

Her smooth legs peeled apart for me, inviting me in as she pulled me down under the covers and between her thighs.

I didn’t hesitate to reach for the waistband of her silky pajama pants, impatiently tugging them down before guiding her legs over my shoulders.

“Monroe,” I whimpered when her fingers tangled tighter in my hair, making my eyes burn.

“Be a good girl, darling,” I heard her say as I instinctively pressed my lips to her wet core.

I moaned immediately at the feeling of her warmth against my lips, sucking down on her clit as I reached over and pinned her thighs to the bed.

Monroe tilted her hips into me, her smooth, drawn-out moans echoing around me as I continued sucking and kissing her swollen bud.

“My perfect girl,” I heard her moan out when I quickened my pace.

It only encouraged me when she shifted underneath me, making me flick my tongue faster against her.

I could tell that she was close—whether it was her hips lifting further into me, or her breathless moans growing more drawn out.

Her body grew tenser and tenser, especially as I kept a steady pace against her clit.

The moment I applied more pressure with my tongue—

That was it.

Monroe shuddered underneath me, curving back into the bed as she hit her peak.

My name fell from her lips in the most perfect way, especially when I swirled my tongue against her, helping her ride out the orgasm.

I couldn’t stop myself from trailing down to her wet entrance, pressing my tongue past her folds for more.

Her moans grew even fucking louder, sending goosebumps prickling all over my skin.

I wanted more—I needed it.

So I pinned her thighs down firmer, thrusting my tongue at her entrance and sucking up the stickiness that dripped from her.

“My god, Liberty,” she breathed out in the most desperate way.

Her voice was so raspy and attractive, taking everything that I needed her to right now.

She tasted perfect.

I genuinely couldn’t stop, and Monroe didn’t rush me.

She just caressed the back of my head, letting my tongue explore all over her.

I didn’t stop until my jaw began aching, making me rest my cheek against her thigh, my lips wet with the taste of her.

For once, my eyes felt heavy enough to fall asleep, and Monroe playing with my hair made me fall deeper.

I genuinely couldn’t move if I wanted to—my body felt weighted to the bed.

But in the best way.

I fell asleep before I could process it, not waking up for hours to come.

I was buried under the covers when my heavy eyes finally fluttered open again, the bed empty around me.

My brows were furrowed as I pulled the covers away from me, squinting my eyes as I processed the bright sun.

It didn’t look like it was morning, and I was proven correct when I checked my phone.

3:07 PM

That was the time.

I had slept for eleven hours, and I actually felt really good.

Normally, if I sleep too much, I feel groggy, but I think due to my genuine sleep deprivation—

This is what I needed.

I could also still taste Monroe on my lips, so it’s safe to say that I woke up in a good mood today.

I didn’t have class since it was Friday, and midterms were over too.

Life is really fucking good.

I decided I would just chill and have a good time today.

I made myself eggs for once rather than cereal or frozen waffles.

Then I pulled on a pair of Monroe’s leggings with one of her Polo sweatshirts and went for a walk around the neighborhood.

It was probably one of the best walks I had ever had.

The houses were beautiful, and the landscape was nearly perfect.

Nothing was out of place in this neighborhood, which was expected considering the wealthiest people of Seattle live here.

I ended up walking out of the neighborhood until I found a place where I could get coffee or maybe a smoothie.

There was the cutest local cafe with both of the options I wanted.

Since it was gloomy out, I chose neither and opted for a hot tea instead.

Then I walked back to Monroe’s house, happily sipping my tea with a skip in my step.

I probably looked insane walking around with a smile plastered to my face.

On my walk, I decided I would finally bring up the topic of my mother with Monroe.

Not in a bad way, just communicating my perspective to her like Zion told me to do last week.

I think after giving it time to think about, I’ve finally figured out where my head is at.

This walk today really helped clear my head, honestly.

So did this morning—everything I was worried about felt buried at the back of my head.

I took the best shower ever after my walk, and texted Monroe more updates about my day.

I planned to stay inside, so I pulled on a pair of matte black sweatpants and a black and white cropped t-shirt that had a leopard on it.

There were zero plans to leave this house today.

I happily bed rotted for a couple of hours, sending TikTok’s in my group chat with Zion and Sarai.

Monroe texted me when she got off work, which immediately excited me.

She also mentioned something about plans that she had for us, so I was naturally curious.

What plans could she have made?

I contemplated changing or getting ready, but Monroe told me to do nothing.

I was supposed to wait for her to get home, which I did, but I swear I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering.

I really wanted to know what she had done.

Monroe came home in her usual work clothes and her hair tied up in a bun, her bangs framing her beautiful face.

It confused me when she willingly changed into a pair of straight-leg sweatpants and a black sweater, matching the vibe of my outfit entirely.

Then she… walked me out to her car?

I didn’t know what was going on, honestly, but I slid into the passenger seat anyway and buckled my seatbelt.

I tried not to ask too many questions and focus on the calm evening drive through the city, but god, was it eating me up inside.

Especially when she stopped at a local restaurant, heading inside to pick up an order she had placed for us.

“Okay, what’s going on?” I finally asked when Monroe slid into the driver's seat with a pizza box.

“Patience,” she murmured, her lips twitching up as she handed me the pizza box to hold on my lap.

I let out a dramatic sigh, “But I really wanted to know,” I mumbled, holding the warm pizza as she buckled her seatbelt again.

“You will soon enough, darling,” Monroe said, leaning over to briefly kiss my temple.

Then she put the car in drive again, reversing out of the parking spot.

Luckily, she let me have music duties, so I played The Weeknd, Chase Atlantic, and some Partynextdoor songs.

It distracted me enough during the drive.

Until I realized where she was taking me.

“Monroe,” I said as soon as she turned down the familiar road, a smile naturally growing on my lips.

 She had taken me up to Kerry Park—the lookout spot where she touched me for the very first time.

“I thought about this spot the other day,” Monroe said, focused on the road ahead. “Our spot,” she corrected herself, briefly glancing over to me.

“Our spot,” I whispered with a smile, realizing she had planned an entire date for us.

One that didn’t involve staying inside.

God, I love her so much.

This is the best thing ever.

And Seattle looked incredible as usual—the city lights glistening under the night sky.

It wasn’t raining like last time, but it was still a very gloomy night, and the windows were still littered with raindrops from when it rained earlier.

There was such an incredible ambiance up here.

The pizza that Monroe got us was incredible too—I was really hungry, considering I didn’t eat that much today.

I had two decently big slices and a couple of bites of Monroe’s slice just because.

It was odd to think about the contrast of our first time being up here and now our second.

I never thought in a million years that we would end up dating, especially not Monroe, given her closed-off nature at the beginning.

That night feels like it was years ago, honestly—that’s how far away it all feels.

“I should have known,” I murmured, smiling as soon as she grabbed the red roses that had been behind my seat the entire time.

Along with a tan Louboutin box.

I should’ve known she would have flowers or a gift for me—it’s her favorite thing.

“Thank you, baby,” I said, leaning over to briefly kiss her lips.

“Always,” Monroe murmured as I pulled away, glancing down at the box she sat in my lap.

She held the large bouquet of roses for me, looking at me in anticipation.

I was a little confused by the Louboutins, mostly because I could never walk in those kinds of heels.

I’m not sure how Monroe does it, honestly.

“Oh my gosh, wait,” I whispered, my eyes widening as soon as I pulled the lid off the box, “Ro, wait, I love these.”

I quickly grabbed the pair of heels, which were a much shorter version of hers.

Now we can match.

My lips parted slightly as soon as I noticed what was on the point of the heel.

A silver kiss mark painted on, just as I had done for her.

It made my smile grow so wide that my cheeks ached.

“My Ro Ro,” I whispered, immediately glancing over to her. “Thank you so much, baby. I'm obsessed.”

Monroe’s lips were tugged up in the most beautiful smile, her eyes openly trailing my face.

“I’m happy you like them, darling,” she murmured, gauging my entire reaction.

“I love them—I love them so much,” I didn’t hesitate to say, glancing back over to the shiny black stiletto heels.

They were perfect, especially because they matched my girlfriend's.

We’re the ultimate couple now.

“Here,” she murmured, handing me the bouquet as she gently grabbed the box of heels from my lap.

It didn’t take me longer than a second to notice the card tucked into the flowers, which I immediately grabbed to open.

I carefully opened the envelope, sliding the small card out to read the printed words.

𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍?
-𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚁𝚘 𝚁𝚘

This note alone was better than the heels or any gift Monroe could’ve possibly given me.

This note, these words, were the only thing I ever needed.

“I wanted to officially ask you, darling,” Monroe spoke through the silence as I stared down at the card. “Will you be my girlfriend, Liberty?”

I nodded without having to think it through, much less string any words together.

I dropped the card to lean over the console immediately, pulling her into a hug.

“Of course, I’ll be yours, baby,” I said, my words muffled against her shoulder as I hugged her tighter.

I felt Monroe place a soft kiss to the side of my neck, running her hands down my back.

It was the calmest silence between us, especially as we held each other close.

The only thing separating us was the middle console, but our upper bodies were pressed together without any room to give.

I could feel the softness of her breath on my neck and her hand gently caressing my back.

I never wanted to pull away.

“I have another surprise,” Monroe suddenly said, immediately making my brows furrow.

“Another?” I emphasized, leaning away from her with a smile.

Monroe hummed in response, “Another, darling,” she murmured, her eyes trailing my face in the most adoring way.

It made my cheeks grow warm, nodding wordlessly.

“Let’s see this surprise then, Ro Ro," I whispered, suddenly feeling impatient to see what else she had planned.

I knew it wasn’t a gift when Monroe buckled her seatbelt and waited for me to do the same.

She was taking me to a second location.

Throughout the entire drive, I tried to make my best guess, taking in our surroundings.

Especially once we made it downtown.

There were so many places she could be taking me at this point, but I never would’ve imagined it was the first hotel we stayed at together.

I remember the forced orgasms, the restraints, and the Bratz movie we watched after.

Again, it felt like such a contrast, especially as we got in the elevator together, holding hands as we rose to the highest floor.

Monroe is very literal, especially since she got us the exact same room as last time.

I swear I had deja vu.

 It genuinely felt nice to be back here, though, and in a completely different light.

Monroe had packed us a bag this morning, too, so it was clear she had all of this planned.

She’s probably been planning this entire night for the last few days, knowing her.

“I love this,” I murmured as she set the two duffel bags at the end of the bed. “It’s something about staying in a hotel room with you.”

“I agree,” Monroe didn’t hesitate to say, naturally piquing my interest.

I glanced up from the bed with a smile, “What exactly do you agree on?” I purposely asked, my tone teasing.

Monroe tilted her head, approaching me by the bed, “It’s difficult to explain,” she murmured, grabbing my waist with clear impatience, “I’ll have to show you.”  

I raised a brow, my smile naturally growing as I stared up at her.

“Show me,” I whispered, watching as her blue eyes dipped down to my body.  

It was the way she stared at me—how her eyes lingered on the exposed part of my stomach.

The air was heavy between us, especially as I anticipated her next move.

Goosebumps crawled down my spine when her eyes flickered up to meet mine, a darkness burning behind them.

Her lips were pressed to mine before I could process it, backing me against the bed.

Then she lightly pushed me back onto the soft mattress, impatiently reaching for my cropped t-shirt.

It was off in seconds.

So was her sweater that I tugged over her head.

Her skin was so soft, a toned line emphasizing the middle of her stomach.

I didn’t have anything on under my t-shirt, but Monroe had on this attractive sheer black bra.

Something I wanted off her immediately, but Monroe was already taking my sweatpants off, along with my smooth nude underwear.

 There was no time to undress her as I wanted—Monroe was already lowering down between my thighs, tugging my legs over her shoulders.

She didn’t waste any time pressing her mouth to me, almost like it was the only thing she had thought about all day.

Moans slipped from my lips, especially as she pressed her tongue against me, applying pressure to my sensitive clit.

It made me wither against the bed, reaching for something—anything, to grip.

I quickly grabbed her shoulders, digging my short nails into her soft skin.

My eyes rolled closed when she trailed lower down, pressing her tongue past my entrance, slicked for her.

I inaudibly gasped, my lips parting when I felt her spit inside of me.

“Oh my god, Monroe,” I breathed out, feeling her tongue slip inside of me again as my wetness and her saliva dripped from my core, ruining the bedding underneath us.

I swear her spitting inside of me alone was enough to weirdly send me up to my peak, gripping her shoulders even tighter as I started grinding against her face.

It made my girlfriend moan, quite literally eating me out like I was a full-on meal in front of her, and she had been starved for weeks.

My entire body burned for her, my chest rising and falling with each moan I made or breath I took.

I gasped rapidly when she pulled away from me, leaving me on the worst edge.

“Monroe-Monroe,” I whined out, flipping on my side from the unbearable ache she left at my core.

It’s like my body was naturally trying to push me over the edge, especially with the heavy pulses between my thighs.

Fuck-fuck-fuck.

“I packed something for you,” she said as I tried to regain control of my breathing, nearly shuddering from the edge she left me on.

 “Please show me right now,” I forced out, my words muffled against the mattress, “I need you right now, Monroe—it hurts.”

I heard her chuckle softly, her sadistic side clearly enjoying this a little too much.

“Lie on your back, sweetheart,” I heard her say, along with the sound of a zipper.

I didn’t hesitate to flip off my side, lying on my back with my legs spread again for her as her footsteps echoed closer again.

I spread my legs even wider apart, feeling more desperate than I ever have before.

Which says a lot.

“Look at me,” Monroe murmured, making my brows furrow slightly.

I laid up slightly from the bed, my lips parting as soon as I registered the view in front of me.

Mostly of my girlfriend with her sweatpants now off, wearing the same mesh underwear that matched her bra.

It was what she held in her hands that caught my attention.

A strap, the color of her skin.

Okay, so maybe that edging was worth it.

“Get on your knees," Monroe said, motioning me off the bed. "And put it on me, Liberty."

I didn’t hesitate to lie up fully, wanting this more than anything.

“Of course, mommy,” I whispered, sliding down from the bed to get on my knees for her.

“Good girl,” she murmured, lightly patting the top of my head as she handed the strap to me.

Her praise alone, the way she touched me—it all turned me on so much further.

I guided the straps up her smooth, long legs, adjusting them carefully as I secured the harness in place.

I tightened each thigh strap snugly before focusing on the buckle at her waist, making sure it would stay in place for us both.

Then I waited for her to tell me I could get on the bed again, staring up at her with nothing but patience.

Especially because I knew what was coming.

This is so worth the wait.

Once she acknowledged that I could get on the bed, I still stood up slowly, crawling onto the mattress for her in the most provocative way.

I swear the view of her once I laid down on my back was one that I would think about for days to come.

I don’t think I’ll be able to focus properly on anything else again.

All I’ll be able to think about is this moment right here.

I drew in a breath when Monroe grabbed one of my ankles.

I thought she was going to pull it over her shoulder.

She brought my foot to her lips instead, softly kissing my skin.

My lips parted the moment she kissed one of my toes—

And then wrapped her lips around it, sucking down as her stare held mine.

I had never been so intimate with someone, especially like this.

Her attentiveness only turned me on more, especially when she trailed kisses down to my ankle, tugging my leg over her shoulder once she was content.

Then she grabbed my other foot, bringing it to my lips just as she had done the other.

I watched her with my breath caught in my throat, especially as she kissed one of my toes, slipping it into her warm mouth.

I had never had someone touch me like this, let alone look at me the way she is while doing it.

It made me feel so fucking exposed, especially as she tugged my other leg over her shoulder, fully leaning down into me.

I started bracing myself, especially when she grabbed one of my hands and pinned it by my side.

Then she lined up with my entrance, pressing the coldness against my folds and making me shiver.

“Monroe,” I whispered as soon as she pressed her hand against the lower half of my face.

“You can breathe once you finish, darling,” she whispered so softly, her face barely centimeters away from mine.

I gasped the moment she cupped her hand against my lower face, sliding so firmly into me that it made my body curve into her.

My whimpers were muffled against her hand, furrowing my brows as I fought for small breaths of air.

It was weird.

The lack of airflow had my head dizzy with the most intense pleasure—I already knew I would ask her for this again and again.

“There you go, darling,”  Monroe said when I arched further, my stare purely holding hers as she sank deeper inside of me.

It made my eyes burn, gasping for air against her hand.

I scratched at her back the moment she began thrusting, my moans muffled and everything around me burning with this insane warmth.

Monroe didn’t glance away from my eyes once, cupping her hand tighter over my face and making me cry out against her.

“Take it, Liberty,” she said, purposely thrusting deeper and harder into me.

God, was I right there.

She had barely thrusted a few times, and I was already at my peak for her.

I didn’t want to finish.

It all felt too good.

I never wanted this moment to end.

My vision was blurred with tears, but I swear I’ll never forget the view of her above me, or how incredible this felt.

I pulled her upper body flush against mine, her skin soft against me, and her hand holding one of mine by my sides.

Then I felt it.

Yes, my approaching climax.

But the way her fingers weaved with mine, holding my hand tighter as I fell into my orgasm.

I choked for air the moment she removed her hand from my face, throwing my head back as moans and whines slipped from my lips.

My head was so dizzy, stars invading all around me as my core pulsed with this rhythmic pattern.

I had never felt anything like this before.

And I've experienced a lot with Monroe.

But this…

This was unworldly.

I felt like I wasn’t even in my own body anymore—I was nearly fucking transcending, gripping her closer as I tried to stay grounded with her.

Especially as she continued thrusting against the spot she knew all too well.

I swear it felt like a genuine high she put me on, and coming down from it all was somehow even better.

My body felt loose, and the tingles spreading through my body kept me warm.

So did the warmth of her skin against mine.

All I could do was smile as I relaxed entirely underneath her, my eyes closed and my breathing slowly growing more regulated.

It felt like I had genuinely experienced another plane of reality.

I couldn’t speak, or even make a single sound.

I just sat there with a smile on my lips as Monroe carefully slid out of me, basking in the aftermath of the feeling she caused inside of me.

“Better?” I heard her ask, feeling the softness of her hand caressing my cheekbone.

All I could do was nod with a loose smile, earning the most beautiful chuckle from Monroe.

“My adorable girl,” she murmured, continuing her caresses against my cheek. “This is what you needed after those midterms, darling.”

I couldn’t even hum—I just nodded again, my loose smile widening.

God, I feel so good.

My body is still vibrating with warm tingles.

 “I want to do that again and again,” I said, my voice raspy and unrecognizable. “And again,” I emphasized.

Monroe laughed softly, “And again,” she murmured. “Until you can’t possibly walk again.”

I smiled, “Yes, please,” I whispered, keeping my eyes closed as she laid up from me to clean off the strap.

I swear I was so content as I laid on that bed, my legs and arms spread out starfish style.

This was perfect—and exactly what I needed after this past week.

Maybe later tonight, or tomorrow morning, we can discuss my mother and when I'll—or we'll, tell her.