Bridget shuddered, and Jerica couldn’t help the giddy feeling gurgling inside her. Bridget broke the embrace and hobbled to the bed, nodding toward the door for Jerica to shut it. She did, and she locked it. With everyone upstairs, they could be almost as noisy as they wanted. As she moved closer to bed, Jerica stripped off her clothes. One piece after the other, she dropped the fabric to the floor and swayed her hips saucily as she got closer. Bridget dropped her crutches against the wall and pulled herself back to lean against the headboard as Jerica walked.
By the time she got to the mattress, she was naked, her skin on fire as she waited for one simple touch from Bridget. Climbing onto the bed, Jerica straddled Bridget’s hips and bent down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. Bridget raised her hands to touch, sliding her fingers from Jerica’s ass to her breasts and massaging gently.
Moaning, Jerica rocked her hips and dragged in a deep breath. She wanted to feel skin against skin, to have Bridget fully unclothed underneath her, pressing into her, tasting her. She clenched her eyes at just the thought, wet pooling between her legs. When Bridget trailed one hand back down her body, Jerica could have leapt for joy.
As Bridget entered her, one tentative finger before she slid in a second, Jerica groaned. She nipped at Bridget’s neck, pulling the skin between her teeth and sucking before letting go and breathing heavily. “When your wrist gets tired we can do something else, don’t worry about trying to get me off this way. I don’t want you to hurt it and delay this again.”
Bridget grunted, but she didn’t speed up her movements. She took the exploration slowly, and that might have been Jerica’s undoing if it continued. She slid her hips back and forth against Bridget’s hand, her pleasure building slowly, as if the precipice wanted to take its sweet time. Everything with Bridget seemed to move slowly at first, so she should have expected this, the slow burn that would turn into a raging fire.
“Bridge,” Jerica murmured, nipping at her earlobe and planting kisses on her cheek, neck, lips.
“What?”
“I want to feel you against me.”
Bridget whined, the sound sending shivers through Jerica. Jerica kissed her hard, groaning when Bridget hit a particularly sensitive spot repeatedly. But she wanted more. She wanted Bridget naked under her, she wanted to feel what it would be like curled up against each other, what it would be like to wake up in the morning with Bridget plastered against her.
“Climb up here,” Bridget demanded.
Reluctantly, Jerica moved when Bridget took her hand away. She walked up on her knees while Bridget slid down to lie fully on her back. Bridget wiggled around behind her, and taking a peek over her shoulder, Jerica saw her pushing her pants and underwear off the lower half of her body and to the foot of the bed.
Smiling, Jerica brushed her fingers over the top of Bridget’s head. “Do I get to touch now, too?”
“Fuck yes.”
Bridget didn’t wait another second as she curled her hands around Jerica’s thighs and planted her mouth against her clit and vulva. She licked and sucked, swiping her tongue with as much gusto as possible. Jerica grabbed onto the headboard for a second to steady herself from the onslaught of new and stronger sensations than before.
She was nearly lost in them, but she leaned back, twisting her upper body so she could reach between Bridget’s parted legs and play her fingers between them. Bridget groaned, and Jerica smiled. She hated not being able to see Bridget’s face and eyes but giving each other pleasure at the same time was almost just as good.
She continued until Bridget had her close to orgasming. Sliding back upright, Jerica grabbed the headboard as she moved in time with Bridget’s mouth. It wasn’t much longer until all her muscles clenched, and she hunched down as pleasure, sparks, tingles flooded her. Bridget didn’t stop immediately, instead slowing her movements and taking longer, fuller licks.
As soon as Jerica was able to focus again, she moved off Bridget and lay flat on her back to stare at the ceiling. “Fuck that was good.”
Bridget laughed lightly, turning on her side and reaching over her shoulder to drag her shirt off her body. “Good.”
Giggling, Jerica turned her head and looked at the beautifully strong woman in front of her. She was a dark-haired beauty, one she knew many women and probably men should be after, but she was all Jerica’s, at least for that night. But if Jerica had her way, it would be forever. They just had to take it one day at a time.
Bridget took her bra off and tossed it with her shirt. Finally they were both naked and together. Bridget rubbed a hand up and down Jerica’s thigh as Jerica’s breathing evened out and she found herself again.
“Ready for round two?”
Groaning, Jerica made eye contact. “Of course. Are you ready?”
Bridget’s lips played a smile that she kept well hidden under seriousness. “I haven’t had round one.”
“Then we should fix that.”
“I have an idea.” Bridget wagged her eyebrows. “Let’s do it at the same time.”
“Fuck, woman.” Jerica turned on her side just as Bridget did. They moved as if they had done it before together, as if they knew what the other was planning and thinking. Jerica used her fingers at first, testing to see how wet Bridget was or if she needed more help and possibly lube. Bridget must have caught on because she reached behind her and grabbed something, tossing it over to Jerica.
Putting a dollop on two of her fingers, Jerica coated Bridget, playing with her clit lightly before entering her. She remained ever careful and aware of Bridget’s leg in its cast as it rested against the mattress, not moving much. Jerica didn’t want to hurt her any more than she was already.
Gasping as Bridget pressed her mouth against her again, she moaned. She nipped Bridget’s inner thigh lightly, trying to bring her brain back around to what she wanted to do, not just what she wanted to feel. As soon as she could think again, she gave Bridget the same treatment she was receiving, again. Using fingers and lips and tongue, Jerica brought Bridget up and over the edge of an orgasm, not once, but twice, evening the score.
As she cascaded through her second orgasm for the night, she rolled onto her back again. This time she didn’t wait long as she sat up and moved around to lie against Bridget, wrapping an arm over her stomach and half-lying on her side as Bridget pressed an arm against her back.
“I suppose we should get under the covers,” Jerica murmured. “Don’t want to get cold.”