Page 12 of February

“Yeah, that was awful.” Bridgette laughed. “But you’re sure?”

“Areyou?” Toya checked.

“I have no idea,” she replied. “My mom just told me that they’re going to sell–”

Next thing she knew, Toya’s lips were on hers, cutting her off. Bridgette hadn’t been expecting the kiss, but once she registered what was happening, it was like old times. Toya’s lips were full and moved against Bridgette’s quickly, asking her for more without demanding, so Bridgette turned them around until she had the woman pressed to the door. She supposed Toya wanted them to stop talking and get on with the real reason Bridgette had shown up at her tiny studio apartment.

Bridgette hadn’t been here since the breakup, and she’d never expected to have Toya’s lips on her own again. She’d spent the past eight months trying to forget how good it felt to kiss this woman. Now, she was doing it again, and it felt good. It felt good, and it also felt wrong; really, really wrong. She knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. Her lips moved to Toya’s neck, and she breathed in her scent, which was familiar and made Bridgette think about the last time she had Toya pressed to this door. Toya moaned when Bridgette shifted her thigh between Toya’s and her hands to Toya’s jeans, which she unbuttoned and unzipped. Toya lifted at Bridgette’s shirt, revealing Bridgette’s pale skin and purple bra. The shirt landed on the floor, and Toya moved to her own shirt then, pulling it off, revealing her perfect breasts.

“No bra,” Bridgette noted. “You were ready for me.”

“You have no idea,” Toya said as she took Bridgette’s hand and slipped it into her panties.

Bridgette practically grunted when she dipped between Toya’s folds and found the woman soaking wet for her. Toya hadalways been wet for her before, but this was more than Bridgette had ever felt.

“Fuck,” she said mostly to herself.

“Yes, do it,” Toya requested as she pushed at her own jeans and panties until they were around her knees.

She then spread her legs, and Bridgette wasted no time. She slipped inside her and thrust deep, earning a moan. Her lips moved back to Toya’s neck as she continued to thrust inside her, letting her thumb play against Toya’s clit in the way Bridgette knew she liked.

“Did you bring it?” Toya asked.

“No, I came straight here,” Bridgette replied, knowing Toya was referring to her favorite strap-on, which Bridgette still had in her drawer at home.

“Fuck, baby. Yes!” Toya moaned as her hands moved to Bridgette’s ass, cupping it hard. “I have one. Will you get it? You know where.”

“Can I finish this first?” she asked, moving harder and faster now.

“Yes! God!”

Bridgette knew it wouldn’t take long. She also knew that Toya would come once, and they’d move to her bed, where Bridgette would strap on for her, and Toya would want her behind her. She loved that position, letting Bridgette fill her all the way. Bridgette loved it, too, and as Toya came, she couldn’t wait to fuck her on the bed just like that.

“God, I’ve missed that.”

“Bed,” Bridgette said.

“No, sofa.”

“Sofa?”

“I want to straddle you,” Toya replied right before she kicked off her jeans and panties the rest of the way and walked toward the sofa.

Bridgette watched her do that for a second before she headed to the bedside table, where she pulled out the dildo already in its harness. She didn’t think Toya would need any lube, but she spotted the small bottle, so after hastily removing the rest of her clothes, she slipped into the harness and rubbed the toy with the lube just to make sure. When she moved to the sofa, Toya shoved her down into a seated position and climbed on top of her. Bridgette heard the pop as the head of the dildo slipped inside, and she watched her ex-girlfriend lower and raise herself up, slow at first and then faster and faster while she held on to her hips.

She sucked on one dark nipple after the other, biting down on them just a little, which she knew Toya liked. When Toya came this time, it was louder, and her hips practically thrashed as Bridgette held her in place. Bridgette wanted so badly to flip them over and use her own hips to make Toya come again, but the woman was still coming hard and looked so sexy above her. When she finally came down, Bridgette waited as Toya stilled before she finally lifted up and off her, knelt in front of Bridgette on the floor, and pulled off the harness. She spread Bridgette’s leg and stared.

“You need me, baby?” Toya rubbed her hands up and down Bridgette’s thighs.

“Yes,” Bridgette replied.

She didn’t wait before she pressed her hand to the back of Toya’s head, earning a smirk. Then, Toya’s head lowered between her legs, and Bridgette spread them farther for her, letting Toya take her clit between her lips and suck.

Bridgette hadn’t had sex since the last time they’d done this. She had tried, too. She’d gone out. She’d wanted to meet someone and hook up just to let sex with someone else take her mind off how good it had been with Toya and how much she’d once loved the woman. She wasn’t naïve, though. She knew thiswouldn’t solve anything. Toya didn’t want her like that, and Bridgette wasn’t going to be able to change her mind. Instead, she’d let Toya make her come a few times. Then, she’d go home, take a shower, and try not to think about how much it had hurt when they’d broken up.

“Fuck,” she said. “Yes! There!”

“You still taste so good,” Toya said.

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