“I like you under me.”
Bridget chuckled. “I can tell.”
“Thank you.” Jerica leaned down and pressed their mouths together again. “I really needed that.”
“I could tell something was up.” Bridget skimmed her fingers against Jerica’s cheek. “Just tell me what you need, when you need it, and I’ll find a way to do it for you.”
Grinning, Jerica shook her head. “And that’s why I love you.”
Bridget stilled, not quite sure if she’d heard correctly, but her heart told her she had. Then she backtracked, not sure if Jerica had meant it that way or only as a turn of phrase. Confusion filled her and she swallowed hard, trying to come up with a way to dig deeper into that without completely ruining the mood.
Jerica, however, was brilliant as always and bent down, pressing kiss after kiss into Bridget’s bare skin. “I do love you. I think I have for a while now, but I wanted to say it, and I wanted you to know it.”
Letting out a shuddering breath, Bridget cupped Jerica’s cheeks and brought her up for a long, deep kiss. She tried to let her actions do the talking, but as she slowed the embrace, she realized that she had to say the words, too. There was nothing that would make those words have less of an impact than not saying them.
“I love you, too,” Bridget whispered.
Jerica grinned. Her eyes watered, and the pure joy reflecting from her gaze was exactly what Bridget had needed to see and feel. This was the best moment of her life. It was one of the few times where someone told her that and she actually felt it, not to mention, it was one of the rare times someone told her that at all. Dragging in a breath, Bridget tried not to cry—though at least this time it would be tears of joy.
She held herself together and wrapped her arms around Jerica’s body, tugging her closer until Jerica fell into her. They snuggled together for a while until Jerica started to tease her, kisses here and there, light nips, then she ramped it up, sucking on Bridget’s nipple until it was peaked, swirling her tongue in circles as Bridget threaded her fingers into Jerica’s hair and held on tightly.
“Jesus,” Bridget mumbled.
“What? Like that?”
Rolling her eyes, Bridget nodded. “Yes. You’ve got a wicked tongue sometimes.”
“Only sometimes.”
Laughing lightly, Bridget planted her good foot into the mattress and flipped them over. Jerica cradled her. Bridget pushed herself up to stare down into those hazel eyes. “You know, I think you like the teasing.”
“Of course I do, don’t you?” Jerica gave her a challenging look. “Teasing is more than half the fun.”
Shaking her head, Bridget bent down and gave Jerica the same treatment she’d been given. This time, she didn’t stop with just Jerica’s breasts, moving down so she was lying between Jerica’s thighs, swirling her tongue and flicking it as Jerica moaned and writhed underneath her.
This time it took far longer to get Jerica to orgasm, but Bridget was flat-out determined to have her way and get Jerica off. As she finally crested through her orgasm, a thrill of joy slid through Bridget at the thought that she’d made that happen.
Crawling up Jerica’s body, Bridget collapsed next to her. Jerica leaned in for a kiss. “How do you want it?”
“Oh, it’s fine if we don’t. I just wanted to get you—”
“That’s not what I asked, Bridge, but if you really don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
Bridget paused a second before responding. “No, I want to.”
“Then how?” Jerica’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Fingers? Mouth? Toy?”
“Do you have lube?” Bridget asked, hesitating. “Because we’ll need that no matter what we do.”
“Absolutely.” Jerica rolled to the far side of the bed and pulled out a drawer in her nightstand. “I’ve got regular, thick and goopy—” she giggled as she said that one “—but also strawberry and vanilla.”
“You’re the one who’s going to have to taste it, not me. You pick.”
“No allergies?”
Bridget shook her head. “No.”
“Good.” Jerica grabbed a black bottle and put a few pumps of the lube on her fingers. “So is the rest my choice? You said taste, so I assume you want my mouth.”