Bette moved across the bed, turning her back to Kerrie. Kerrie slipped her arm under the covers and pulled Bette against her. She was warm and soft. They molded together, fitting like puzzle pieces. The closeness, the snuggling, was meant to make them feel calmand fall asleep, but all it did was make Kerrie's heart race and make her acutely aware that the only thing separating them was two layers of pajamas.
"Kiss my neck," Bette whispered, so low that Kerrie almost didn't hear her and was going to ask again until Bette swept her hair away from her neck and pushed back against her.
Kerrie forced down the shudder that threatened to take over. Breathing deep to slow her racing pulse, she willed herself to calm so that the excitement wouldn't completely take over.
Kerrie bent her head, allowing herself to take her time. To rebuild the heat from their make-out session. With each press of her lips and slow tonguing of flesh underneath, Bette's body began to come alive. The vibration of breath coming from Bette's sternum under Kerrie's hand increased. Bette's hips slowly began to rock against Kerrie.
"That—that feels good," said Bette in a breathy voice.
Kerrie nodded next to her ear. "You feel good against me." She moved her hand up, feeling her way across the cotton nightshirt before finding the soft, rounded mound she was looking for. Bette gasped as Kerrie gently ran her thumb over her hardened nipple. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," gasped Bette, nodding and placing her hand over Kerrie's, urging her on. Kerrie was rewarded with more soft moans, serving only to increase the aching tug between her legs.
"Why don't we take this top off?"
Bette paused as if she had to think about it. "I don't usually take my shirt off. I don't look like I did in my youth."
"Bette, I don't have a clue what you used to look like. I'm attracted and turned on by this body right here in my bed."
"Really?"
"I wouldn't be trying to take your clothes off if I wasn't," chuckled Kerrie. "Does my body bother you?"
Bette shook her head, rolling over. She wrapped her arms around Kerrie's neck. "Not at all. I have never dated someone on the bigger side, and to be honest, I love your body. I've daydreamed about what it would be like to be under it."
A shudder snaked through Kerrie's body when she heard Bette had thought of them being intimate. Of course, she had thought the same thing, but it was different knowing that Bette wanted her and had even daydreamed of her.
She pulled Bette's head to her, crashing her mouth against Bette's. To Kerrie's surprise, Bette submitted to the rougher movement, leaning closer and moaning. They kissed hard for a few more moments, then Kerrie pulled back, panting heavily. She hooked a finger into the collar of Bette's shirt, tugging. "Can I see you? I'll take my shirt off as well. I just want my mouth on you, and I can't do that with this on."
Biting her lip, Bette nodded, then said, "Yeah, yes, but yours comes off too."
Not wasting a moment after permission had been granted, she sat up, whipping off her t-shirt and flinging it over the headboard. She turned to Bette, being more gentle as Bette raised her arms, lifting off the bed enough to pull it over her head. Her top joined Kerrie's. Though she wanted immediately to devour Bette, she paused and felt hands roaming over her stomach, sides, and then breast. Bette wanted to feel her first. She would give her that even though she wanted nothing more than to focus on Bette.
Kerrie leaned on one side. In her younger days, she could be on her arms hovering above like a stallion for an hour, but she was far from that now, though Bette didn't seem to mind. She was too busy roaming her hands over every inch, every dip and roll, like she wanted to memorize Kerrie like a map. A ragged breath tore out of her when Bette ghosted over her breasts, then began panting when a fingernail began circling her nipple lightly, only to be gulping in a deep breath when warm, wet lips enclosed over the other one. "Shit," she breathed, shocked at how easily Bette disarmed her. Before she realized it, she was moaning and threading her fingers into Bette's hair. She rarely liked the focus to be on herself, but Bette felt different. Bette was different.
"Lay back," Bette demanded. She was getting up, pushing Kerrie on her back. "Please, Kerrie. I'd like you to go first."
In the dim light, she could just make out the pleading look on Bette's face. The blonde wasn't yet ready to be vulnerable. She needed Kerrie to go first to ease her nervousness. To make Bette feel powerful enough to allow herself to give in.
Kerrie rolled on her back, her belly and breasts jiggling with the movement. "I'm all yours."
An excited grin passed over Bette's face. With renewed confidence, she leaned down and kissed Kerrie, whispering, "Thank you, babe."
The whisper sent a wave of delight all the way from her head to her toes, and before she realized it, Kerrie was lifting her hips to let Bette take her boxers off. They flew to the floor. The cold air against her heated center sent an involuntary shiver through her. Bette leaned down, her breast pressing pleasantly against her own while she gave Kerrie a kiss.Kerrie snaked a hand between them and lightly pinched Bette's nipple, making her jump a little and moan. They both grinned into the kiss before Bette pulled back. She smoothed her hands over Kerrie's body, starting at her shoulders and then over her breasts, eliciting another low moan before fanning out over her round belly and finishing by gently pulling Kerrie's legs apart.
Kerrie could feel herself dripping with arousal, her legs immediately obeying the command of Bette. In Kerrie's last relationship, she wasn't treated like a woman. She was expected to give but not really receive because she was butch. But even though Kerrie was masculine, she still wanted to feel her lover's touch. Wanted to have the attention on her for a turn. Bette didn't expect Kerrie to be a stone-top. She wanted to touch and taste Kerrie as much as Kerrie wanted to have her.
Closing her eyes, she allowed herself the luxury of someone else taking care of her, if only for a brief, orgasmic moment.
Bette's mouth seemed to take forever, trailing a short circle around her belly button, then descending to her hip, where she kissed a line from hip to her curls while the other hand roamed up and down her thigh, nails scraping the surface. An image of those pretty nails flashed through her mind, and she groaned.
After an eternity, Bette's mouth made it to her curl-covered mound. She sucked in a breath as Bette carefully used her bent finger's knuckle, not the tip of her nailed finger, to part Kerrie's thick lips so she could snake her tongue between.
As Bette's tongue danced on her clit, Kerrie threw her head back as desire built in her groin, and tingles began in her legs, like a good stretch times 50. She hadn't been brought to delight in years. The pleasure overcame her quickly, and before she knew it, she was tensing, the orgasm Bette enticed to the surface rolling out of her, hips bucking, and her hand gently but firmly holding Bette's mouth on her as she rode the waves out. Even after she released her grip, Bette lovingly stroked her tongue over Kerrie until the tremors subsided.
Covered in sweat and with her chest heaving, she lay on her back, trying to catch her breath. The quilt and sheet were long gone, and she was thankful for that. She looked down as Bette sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in the most ladylike way Kerrie had ever seen. How the woman made eating vagina look dainty was beyond Kerrie, but her worn nub twitched at the sight. God, I love a feminine woman.
"Was that okay?" Bette asked, the need for reassurance evident in her voice.
