Kerrie motioned for her to move up, with arms wide open. "You did more than okay. That was fucking fantastic."
Laughing lightly, Bette lay over Kerrie's upper body, staring at her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I loved every minute of it."
Gulping deep breaths, Kerrie worked to get her heart under control. She could still feel the mild thumping of dissipating orgasm.
She took another minute to regain herself, then pushed Bette onto her back once more. "Now it's your turn."
Kerrie stared down at Bette for a moment before taking off Bette's shorts and panties. Bette bit her lip; the lifting of her hips against Kerrie's thigh between her legs suggested she was more than ready. Leaning down, Kerrie kissed Bette, tasting the muskiness of herself on Bette's tongue. They dueled for a few minutes as Kerrie roamed Bette's chest with her hand. Bette moaned aloud with each pinch and rough thumbing against her nipples.
Breaking the kiss, she moved her mouth to Bette's ear, recently learning it was one of Bette's sweet spots, and placed kisses all the way down her neck to her collarbone and then to her hardened nipple. She could feel and hear Bette's breathing turn ragged as she tried taking controlled breaths but couldn't quite do it as she rocked against Kerrie's thigh. Kerrie's tongue swirled around the hard bud, then she began sucking as she caressed the other breast with her hand.
The rocking began to slow, and she heard a small, whispered whimper. Not the pleasurable kind.
"What's wrong, babe?" Kerrie asked, slowing her movements.
Bette turned her head away, her hand coming up to cover her breast that was not covered by Kerrie's body. "It's nothing. Really, maybe we do you again."
Confused, Kerrie wrapped her arm around Bette's waist, pulling her tightly against her. She spoke low and gentle in Bette's ear. "Hey, talk to me."
There was a long pause before Bette turned her face to Kerrie's, leaning into the embrace. "It's embarrassing, and I don't want you to think I'm not turned on, because I am."
Furrowing her brow, Kerrie thought over her words for a second before clarity hit. She hadn't paid attention to the lack of wetness on her thigh. She leaned over, her long arm reaching for her bedside table drawer. She fumbled around for a moment and then pulled out a bottle of lube. She resumed her spot and held the bottle out. "It's unscented and water-based. Is that okay?"
Bette's eyes grew wide, then she squinted in confusion. "You're not bothered?"
"Why would I be bothered?"
Frowning, Bette wouldn't meet her eyes. "You don't take it personally?"
Kerrie's shoulders drooped, and her heart ached for a second before being replaced with anger.That stuck-up, narcissistic asshole, Shelly Fucking Cooper."She made you feel bad, didn't she?"
She set the bottle down, then gently cupped Bette's neck and pulled her into a kiss. The kind of kiss that left one love-drunk on the rush of adrenaline snaking up and down their spine. The kind of kiss that stole their breath but somehow breathed life directly into their lungs. The kind of kiss that isn't shared by strangers but by lovers because only lovers understand the unspoken word their lips were writing against the other's lips.
It didn't take long for the heat to rebuild.
When they parted, Bette was panting and smiling. "I think I'm ready for the lube."
"Yes, ma'am," grinned Kerrie, quickly grabbing the bottle.
Bette took it from her and opened it, squirting some into Kerrie's awaiting hand. Kerrie rubbed her thumb through the thick liquid, trying to warm it up a little before gently rubbing it between Bette's legs. Kerrie winced at the little gasp that escaped Bette's lips. "I hope it's not too cold."
"It's okay. You can warm me back up," she said, kissing Kerrie's neck. "I want to do what we were doing before."
Shifting her leg between Bette's once more, Kerrie pressed into Bette, earning herself a sharp moan from beneath her. Leaning in, she nipped at Bette's bottom lip, and they grinned into the kiss that followed. The heat between them resumed quickly as their kisses deepened. Kerrie shuddered as Bette dragged her nails over her back, applying more pressure as she went lower.
"Those nails..." Kerrie groaned into Bette's neck.
Chuckling lightly, Bette did it again. "You like that, huh?"
"Mm-hum," murmured Kerrie as she pressed her lips lower and lower until her lips ghosted hot flesh of her breast before pulling the tightened nipple into her mouth. Goosebumps pimpled her kiss at the delicious sound of the low moan coming from the chest below her. The sound encouraged her to palm the other breast.
Bette's hand snaked into her hair, gently tugging as her body came alive once again. The grinding against her thigh increased, the lube doing its job and allowing Bette to enjoy the movements.
"Harder," Bette wheezed out, arching her chest, and Kerrie delivered by pinching and biting her. Her hips worked harder against Kerrie's leg, gyrating up and down. Kerrie braced her leg higher, giving Bette something firmer to pleasure herself on.
Bette's breathing grew harder, the hands roaming up and down Kerrie's back becoming more frantic. Kerrie kept working Bette's nipples, licking and sucking and pinching, alternating between the two soft, pillowy mounds. She knew Bette was close but got the sense that she was holding back, so Kerrie gave her some encouragement. "Come on, use me. Circles, try circles."
Kerrie planted a heavy hand on Bette's hip, guiding her hips in small, hard circles, causing Bette to nod frantically and her breathing to hitch.
