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Bridgette watched her come down just enough before she lowered her mouth to take in Monica’s nipple and slipped her fingers inside. As she pushed them in and out in timed, slow movements, her lips continued to move down Monica’s body.

“Oh,” Monica said when Bridgette kissed the inside of her thigh. “You don’t–” She stopped herself.

“What?” Bridgette asked, stopping her strokes inside. “You don’t want me to?”

“No, I do,” Monica replied, looking concerned. “It’s just that…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want–”

“Bridge, no one has done that to me in a very long time.”

“Since your divorce?”

“Since before my marriage.”

Bridgette’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, and she asked, “Lily?”

Monica shook her head.

“Why not?”

“She didn’t like it. Giving.”

“She liked to receive it, though, right?”

“Sometimes,” Monica said.

“She didn’t want to taste you?” Bridgette asked as she looked down at Monica’s wet center in front of her. “God, why? You’re so beautiful.”

“It wasn’t her thing.”

“Well, it’s definitely mine.” She kissed below Monica’s belly button. “But if you want to wait for–”

“I don’t. I just needed you to know that it doesn’t always happen for me like that. The last few times a woman did that to me, I didn’t come, and then Lily didn’t want to, and it felt like maybe something was wrong with me because–” Monica didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence, though, because Bridgette dragged her tongue through her folds, cutting her off. “Oh, fuck,” she let out, hips lifting a bit.

“You taste perfect,” Bridgette said. “And if you don’t come this way, that’s okay. I’ll happily stay down here, getting you close, before I make you come a different way. If you want this, but you need a while, that’s more than fine with me, too.” She looked at Monica’s throbbing clit. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” She kissed the tip of it and added, “Please let me have you.”

“Yes,” Monica breathed out.

Bridgette took her slowly then, reveling in the taste and smell of Monica’s desire for her. Her own hips began lowering into the bed, seeking friction of some kind because Monica’s sounds were just too good. She curled her fingers in as tightly asshe could, wanting Monica to feel them pressing on the inside of where she was licking on the outside.

“Tell me where you want me, what you need. Hard. Soft. Licks. Sucks. Whatever you want, I’ll do it, okay?”

“Can you suck on me?” Monica asked.

Bridgette smirked a little because that question coming from her sounded adorable. She wrapped her lips around Monica’s swollen clit and sucked her softly.

“Oh, yes,” Monica let out. “God, that’s…”

Bridgette continued to suck, giving Monica hard and soft curls and thrusts whenever Monica told her what she wanted.

“Curl,” Monica said.

Bridgette curled in a few times.

“Oh, shit. Again.”

She did it again and again as she remained sucking.

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