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Her own nipples were rock-hard as they rubbed against Bridgette’s, and she was aching to be touched by Bridgette’s mouth. So, she decided to request just that. She cupped the back of Bridgette’s head and lowered it until Bridgette’s mouth was hovering over one greedy nipple.

“Suck,” she commanded softly.

Bridgette opened her mouth, and Monica’s eyes closed when she sucked her hard.

“Yes, just like that,” she said, pressing Bridgette’s head against her own body. “Just like that.”

She let go of Bridgette’s head after a minute and held her other breast up with her free hand, indicating that Bridgette should give it the same attention. When Bridgette licked it and sucked it into her mouth as well, Monica rocked her hips harder, needing the friction herself but wanting Bridgette to feel her, to want her to move faster and harder against her body.

“Come up here,” she said.

Bridgette obeyed, and Monica kissed her. She moved her thigh on the other side of Bridgette’s and rubbed her own sex over the hard muscle there. It made sense: Bridgette walked almost every day, and her thighs were the evidence. When Monica pressed her own thigh into her, Bridgette grunted, and her head went back to the wall. That provided Monica with the perfect opportunity to kiss her exposed neck again as shegrasped Bridgette’s breast and lifted it enough so that she could suck on a nipple how Bridgette had just done for her.

“Yes,” Bridgette said softly.

Monica knew she’d take more time with these breasts later, but she wanted to make Bridgette come now, and she wanted to see her face when she did. Still, she continued to rub her sex harder against Bridgette’s thigh, feeling her own orgasm begin to build as she slipped a hand between Bridgette’s legs and met her eyes. She stroked Bridgette’s clit hard once and again, earning a moan and another expletive. Then, she quickly lowered her hand and pushed inside.

“Yes!” That came from Bridgette but wasn’t nearly as soft as her other sounds had been.

Monica took that as a good sign and began thrusting. She’d move slowly and curl another time. Now, she wanted tothrustas she drove her own center into Bridgette’s thigh.

“Do you like that?” she asked against Bridgette’s neck.

“Yes! Harder!”

Monica gave her what she wanted and thrust harder and deeper. Bridgette’s hands, which had been on the wall before, were on Monica’s ass now, cupping her hard and encouraging her to rub fast against her.

“I’m going to come against your thigh,” Monica said.

“Please,” Bridgette replied. “Yes, please.”

Monica about came just hearing her talk like that. No one had ever said, ‘Please,’ to her in the bedroom. She thrust again, earning another tight moan, and pulled out of Bridgette entirely for a second, only to push back inside her with a third finger added this time, filling her completely as Bridgette’s walls began to collapse around them.

“God, yes,” she let out when her hips began moving more erratically.

She knew she was going to come very soon, but she had to make Bridgette come first, so after a few more thrusts, she added a thumb to Bridgette’s hard clit and pressed down.

“Fuck!”

Bridgette was coming. Her hips thrashed against the wall, making it difficult for Monica to keep her rhythm, but she put everything she had into focusing on just that until she could feel Bridgette’s thrashing slow. Then, she rubbed herself harder and faster.

“I’m coming,” she said and bit down hard on Bridgette’s neck. “Fuck.”

It had been so long, and she hadn’t realized how much she’d needed the feel of another body pressed to her own. No, not just another body;Bridgette’sbody. Bridgette, who knew what Monica needed and wanted what Monica needed to provide. Bridgette, who was funny and sassy and didn’t let her off the hook. Bridgette, who was maybe coming again right now.

“Are you–”

“Yes,” Bridgette said. “You’re… rubbing…”

Monica realized then that she’d begun rubbing Bridgette’s clit during the height of her own orgasm.

“Oh,” she said teasingly. “Should I stop?”

“Fuck, no,” Bridgette told her.

“Should I make it better?” she teased again.

“How can you–”

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