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“Can you–”

“Anything you want,” Bridgette reminded. “You don’t have to ask. Just tell me.”

“Fuck me,” Monica replied.

Bridgette looked into dark eyes, thrust inside her hard, and sucked harder, too, letting Monica know that she meant it: she’d give her anything she wanted right now. She’d break her damn arm, thrusting inside her, if it meant she could make Monica come.

“Yes! That! More!”

Bridgette didn’t know if she meant what she was doing inside or outside, so she just gave her more of both.

“Stop inside. Just… be… still.”

Bridgette worried that she’d hurt her, but Monica pressed her head down, encouraging her to keep sucking.

“Yes,” Monica said softly.

Minutes later, Bridgette’s jaw was pleasantly sore, and her wrist was in pain, with her fingers still unmoving inside Monica, when Monica’s hips thrust up.

“Fuck me!”

Bridgette resumed thrusting until Monica came undone beneath her, and she kept up her thrusts and her sucks until Monica’s body collapsed onto the mattress, sweaty and spent. She waited another minute before she pulled out of her and rested her head against Monica’s thigh.

“That was…” Monica’s eyes looked dazed.

“Yeah?”

“It felt so good inside; I didn’t want you to stop, but I needed to know.”

“If you could come outside like that?” She guessed.

“Yes,” Monica confirmed as she dropped her head back against Bridgette’s pillow.

“And?”

“I did,” Monica replied. “I really, really did. God, that felt so good. I didn’t even know I needed that.”

“Oh, I knewIdid,” Bridgette teased. “Since you put my hand on you in the conference room. Had we been alone, I would’ve been between your legs in seconds.”

“Fuck,” Monica let out. “How did you do that thing?”

“What thing?” she asked.

“Where you, like, twirled your tongue or something.”

Bridgette chuckled and said, “I just rolled it.”

“God, I liked that.”

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes,” Monica said, to Bridgette’s surprise.

“Now?”

Monica nodded. Bridgette wiggled her eyebrows at her and moved back between her spread legs. She found Monica’s clit with her tongue and rolled it over and over against it.

“Yes, that’s it.”

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