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When Monica came with her mouth again minutes later, Bridgette moved up her body and kissed her hard.

“You and I are very, very compatible,” she said against Monica’s lips.

“Yes, we are.” Monica wrapped her arms around Bridgette’s shoulders. “I don’t want to stop doing this all night. I feel like…”

“You’ve been waiting for this for a long time?” she guessed.

Monica nodded.

“Me too,” Bridgette replied. “It was definitely worth the wait, though.”

“For me, too,” Monica said, cupping her cheek. “For me, too,” she repeated.

CHAPTER 28

She held on to Bridgette’s shoulders, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her down for a kiss while Bridgette thrust inside her. Monica hadn’t used a strap-on since Lily, and having Bridgette on top of her, moving inside her like this, was a million times better than all the times Lily, toward the end of their relationship, more or less rutted on top of her with the clit vibrator turned on, got herself off, and moved a few more times until Monica pretended to come. In fact, whenever Lily had walked out of the bathroom wearing the harness, Monica had prepared herself to have a lackluster experience. Now, though, she felt the orgasm building and also felt the sweat rolling down Bridgette’s back as she looked into Monica’s eyes. Bridgette cupped her cheek before her hand lowered to Monica’s breast. Monica knew that Bridgette was making this experience all about her. Bridgette wouldn’t come herself. She only wanted to make Monica feel good right now. Monica’s hips lifted a bit to get the dildo into a better position.

“Are you okay?” Bridgette checked.

“Yes. Don’t stop.” She held Bridgette’s ass with both hands, pressing her closer. “I’m almost there.”

“Take your time,” Bridgette replied with a soft smile. “I love being inside you.”

Monica smiled up at her. It was well after seven in the morning. Last night, they’d made love several times before they had finally ordered dinner and eaten it nude in bed. Then, they’d made love again and again until around three, when they’d finally fallen asleep, sated and exhausted. Waking up at six-forty-five, Monica had rolled on top of Bridgette, who’d been lying on her back, still asleep, and she’d coaxed her awake with kisses to her neck and chest. Finally, she’d stroked her and moved inside until Bridgette had come for her. Bridgette had been the one to suggest the strap-on after, and Monica had been more than interested. Yes, they needed to get up soon to shower before Bridgette got dressed and they had to get to Monica’s hotel so that she could change, too, but Monica needed this orgasm, or she wouldn’t make it through the day without yelling at someone in frustration.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelled when Bridgette moved her hips faster, sensing that she was coming. “Fuck! Yes!”

“God, yes,” Bridgette added.

Monica hadn’t been touched this deeply in years and knew it hadn’t ever felt this good. Her body was moving back and forth, reacting to Bridgette’s hips. Her palms went to the wall behind the bed since Bridgette didn’t have a headboard, and she pressed them there to prevent her head from hitting the wall instead. She heard the bed creak a few times, and she worried they might really break the thing when her orgasm finally began to quell, and Bridgette slowed her thrusts.

“Oh, my God,” she let out, covering her eyes with her arm. “That was so damn good.”

“Not a bad way to wake up, huh?” Bridgette teased.

“Not at all.” Monica chuckled before she lowered her arm and stared into Bridgette’s green eyes. “Either I’ve been having sex wrong for about two decades, or you are really, really good at this.”

Bridgette smiled down at her and said, “I don’t think it’s me, but I don’t know if you’ve been having it wrong, either.” She kissed Monica slowly and pulled back. “I think it might just be us.”

“Was it this good for you with… Toya?” Monica asked, knowing what she was risking with the question.

Bridgette shook her head and replied, “No.”

“You don’t have to lie to me if–”

“I’m not.” Bridgette chuckled. “I’ve never lied to you, Mon. The past about fourteen hours or so have been probably the best of my life. The way you touch me… It’s like there’s more to it than just wanting to touch me because you’re turned on or you want to make me come.”

“Of course, there is,” Monica replied as she pressed a hand to Bridgette’s chest. “Bridge… You’re… You’re just…” She swallowed. “Well, I don’t exactly know what I was going to say there.”

Bridgette laughed and said, “Same for me.” She kissed Monica deeply, and Monica moaned before Bridgette finally pulled out of her and rolled onto her side. “Now, I think we need to shower and get ready for work.”

“Probably a good idea, yeah.”

“I’m ready.”

Monica looked at her in confusion and asked, “You’re ready? You’re naked, and you have a dildo standing up between your legs. It’s also pretty… well, wet right now.”

“I know,” Bridgette smirked at her. “And I meant that I’m ready for the presentation.”

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