Chapter 35
The trip up the stairs and down the hall that seemed a lot longer than usual was filled with groping and one moment to get a few kisses in before they stumbled into her bedroom. She was surprised she had remembered to grab the monitor, but she didn't want to be interrupted without a heads-up, so she tossed it on the nightstand.
Bette grabbed at her shirt, forcing it up as far as her arms could when Kerrie took it off the rest of the way. Cool, air-conditioned air hit her uncovered top, making her shiver briefly at the sensation as her skin felt like it was blazing. She stopped Bette from taking off pants and boxers, instead gently slapping her hands away to yank Bette's shirt and bra off. "On the bed," she demanded breathlessly.
Bette didn't even pause. She stumbled backward on the bed, locking eyes with Kerrie as she crawled onto the bed after her. Normally, Kerrie would have allowed Bette to set the pace and be first up, but something in Bette's eyes told her she wanted Kerrie to take control. Wanted to feel desired.
"I want to be inside you," Kerrie whispered as she covered Bette's body with her own.
"Please," moaned Bette as she dragged her nails over Kerrie's back, sending a jolt of arousal shooting through her. God, she loved when Bette did that.
Kerrie grabbed the waistband of Bette's shorts and roughly jerked them off Bette's shapely legs. She paused, lifting Bette's leg gently to give herself a few selfish movements of placing soft kisses on the side of her calf. She felt the prick of hair under her lips and wasn't surprised when Bette whined, "I didn't shave. You don't want to feel that."
"Fuck, yes, I do. I don't care. I love your legs," she retorted but reluctantly let go so Bette didn't feel self- conscious.
She settled herself back over Bette, taking a dark pink nipple into her mouth, sucking and tonguing the tip. Bette shuddered and ran her hands through Kerrie's hair as her chest was lavished with attention. With every moan and increase in arousal, Bette's legs widened more and more. Kerrie loved the invitation. Her mouth let go of the nipple in front of her and traced a finger lightly over Bette's lower lips. "Do you need something?"
"Uh huh, please. I don't think I can stand much longer," she whined as she lifted her hips to seek more contact.
Chuckling at Bette's eagerness, she quickly reached for the side table, producing some lube and coating her fingers with it, rubbing it around as she settled back.
Without warning, Bette attacked her lips, pulling Kerrie roughly against her as she spread her legs wide. She demanded into their kiss, "Inside me, now."
Kerrie smirked into the kiss. She loved how needy and bossy Bette would get when she wanted to orgasm. It was like she was catching up for lost time.
Reaching down, she skimmed a finger over Bette's clit, making sure to get lubricant on it. Bette groaned as Kerrie filled her with two fingers, gliding in easily, and her thumb began rubbing circles over her clit. Their bodies began to rock in sync as their breathing became heavy. Kerrie was so turned on that she found herself feeling close to the edge just by pumping in and out of Bette. The sounds and heady smell of arousal surrounded them, and she cried out when she felt Bette's fingers sliding over her clit. She wasn't even sure how Bette had managed to reach her, but together, their fingers competed to see who could make the other come. They writhed against each other, panting and determined, and in the end, Kerrie didn't care one bit that she went first. The orgasms that ripped through her made her legs feel tense, then turn to jelly, and she had to pause, fingers still inside her lover, as she gulped air.
She didn't stop for long. Bette smiled triumphantly at her while her chest heaved. The sight lit another fire of determination within Kerrie. She slid down and clamped her lips around Bette's clit, sucking it with fever as she pumped in and out. Bette's hands found Kerrie's head once again and gripped her hair hard as she tensed. Kerrie continued to slide in and out, the task becoming a little more difficult as her walls clamped down. Bette let out a cry and then covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the beautiful groans and moans that fled her mouth as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
When Kerrie was sure she had coaxed the last of her orgasm from Bette, she wiped her fingers on the pants she was still wearing and lay down beside Bette. Both eventually regained their normal breathing, and Bette rolled over, tucking herself against Kerrie. "That was wonderful."
Kerrie pulled Bette closer and nodded. "It was. How did you manage to bend to reach me?"
Bette snorted. "It wasn't easy, and I'll probably feel it tomorrow."
"Well, I certainly appreciate it. I'll rub any achy muscles you have tomorrow."
"Tomorrow. I'm so happy there will be a tomorrow for us," Bette whispered, her tone grateful and relieved.
"Me too. From here on, we'll work as a team. I want you by my side," Kerrie said, rubbing her hand up and down Bette's arm. Her skin had already started to cool.
"A team. I like that. No, I love that," she corrected and leaned up, kissing Kerrie softly. "And I love you."
Kerrie returned the kiss, reveling in Bette's soft lips and honest words. This was what she wanted. What they both deserved. "I love you too."