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“It’s okay. I don’t mind helping you get there,” Monica replied and caressed Bridgette’s clit.

Bridgette relaxed into how good it felt to have Monica’s hands on her again, Monica’s lips on her neck, and her free hand skating over her skin just under Bridgette’s breast. When Monica finally cupped it and played with the nipple, Bridgette went from zero to turned on. Monica then lifted her shirt as high as she could, and her mouth went around that nipple.

“Yes,” Bridgette whispered.

Monica’s fingers continued to gently stroke her clit. When her hand moved lower, Bridgette almost told her to stop because she wasn’t wet enough for Monica to go inside yet, but Monica was only checking that out for herself, letting her fingers dance in the wetness thathadgathered there. She brought it up to Bridgette’s clit, and her strokes grew harder, as did the sucking on Bridgette’s nipple.

“I don’t think I can keep standing,” Bridgette said after a moment. “Not after… the other night. I’m…”

“Wobbly?” Monica asked with a smirk on her sexy face.

“Yes.”

“Couch, then.”

Bridgette looked over at the couch, which had a spare blanket and two pillows at one end.

“Maybe the bedroom,” she suggested.

Monica pulled back a bit and likely saw how unsure Bridgette was in her expression.

“Babe, I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

“I didn’t say anything,” she deflected.

“You don’t want to make the sofa smell like us because you’re afraid I’m going to leave tomorrow.”

“Stop reading me. It’s annoying,” she replied only half-seriously.

Monica stroked her hard and said, “No, it’s not. It’s the good part about finding someone; how they always seem to know you better than anyone.” She pressed harder against Bridgette’s clit and added, “Now, take off your clothes and join me on the sofa. I’m claiming that just like I claimed your bed the other night.”

Monica pulled out of her underwear and removed her own sweater and shirt before she started walking. Her bra and jeans went after her shoes and socks. Lastly, she kicked off her own underwear, too, and sat down, looking at Bridgette expectantly.

Bridgette removed her shirt, kicked off her sweats, and moved to stand in front of Monica in only her underwear. Monica leaned forward and pressed her face to Bridgette’s stomach.

“You make me feel like I can throw out my plan, and it’ll all be okay,” Monica said before kissing just above her belly button.

“Itwillbe,” Bridgette replied as she ran her hands into Monica’s hair.

She didn’t know how true that was, really. She couldn’t. She didn’t have a crystal ball and couldn’t predict the– Her thoughts cut off when she remembered the fortune teller in Jackson Square, who’d said something about them having two dogs one day. Bridgette knew it was crazy to believe a stranger who pretended to have some kind of power, but in this moment, staring down at the beautiful woman before her, who was naked and waiting for Bridgette to straddle her hips, she trusted that fortune teller.

She let Monica’s hands on her hips pull her down on top of her, and she lowered her head, meeting Monica’s lips with her own. She kissed her long and slow before she began to rock her hips just as slowly. In the meantime, Monica’s hands had been everywhere. Now, one was on Bridgette’s ass, pressing her closer to Monica’s body, and the other one was sliding between her thighs, where Monica pushed two fingers inside her and pressed her thumb to Bridgette’s clit. Bridgette responded by rocking against her, loving how full she felt and how good it felt to kiss Monica, with her inside her like this. Slowly, Bridgette moved against her, taking what she needed, wanting this to always be how it was between them. Monica’s lips moved back to Bridgette’s neck, sucking on the skin she found there and groaning when Bridgette began to move a little faster.

“Give me your nipple,” Monica said softly.

Bridgette lifted her breast, and when Monica leaned in, she took the nipple into her mouth, sucking on it as Bridgette held her there, as close as she could be, feeling how much Monica wanted her by how she lavished attention on her breast. Bridgette had to slow her hips down then, which confused Monica, who looked up at her.

“It feels too good,” she replied to the unspoken question in Monica’s eyes. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“You can always come again,” Monica said before she wrapped her lips back around Bridgette’s nipple.

“You’ll stay the night?”

“Well, it’s morning,” Monica said, pulling her mouth away from Bridgette’s nipple. “So, I think we…” She kissed between her breasts. “Do this, shower together, have breakfast, do more of this, have lunch, do more of this–”

“I get it.” Bridgette chuckled.

“And then, I’ll stay,” Monica added. “We’ll go into the office tomorrow, and you’ll start working on your plan for the company.”

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