"Shit, that's it," came a throaty reply, and the grinding on her leg increased until she felt Bette tense, her hand in Kerrie's hair tightening painfully, then releasing her slowly.
Kerrie nuzzled her face into Bette's neck, fully engulfing Bette's frame with her own. "My god, that was fucking hot."
A stuttered, breathy chuckle replied back, accompanied by hands gripping Kerrie to pull her in so close that they felt as one. They lay like that for a few minutes, and then Kerrie felt Bette reach for her hand. She gripped Bette's hand, expecting her to grip back, but instead, her hand was guided down past Bette's belly and pressed against Bette's wet center. She whispered in Kerrie's ear. "I want you inside me."
Kerrie's eyes widened. "Yes, ma'am," she purred in Bette's ear, rolling to her side.
Bette wasted no time spreading her legs, inviting Kerrie to enter her. Kerrie kissed Bette, slow and explorative, as her fingers glided over the silky folds before dipping between to find the little jewel of her clit. Her thumb rubbed small, light circles at first as two fingers found Bette's wet entrance but didn't enter. Bette lifted her hip at the first graze of fingertips. She wanted to be filled. Wanted to feel Kerrie within her.
"Ready?" asked Kerrie, nipping Bette's earlobe.
Permission was given with a nod and a moan. She plunged her thick digits into Bette, reveling in the wet warmth as Bette's body greedily ate up her fingers. Pumping in and out, Bette met her strokes, but she whined in frustration, so Kerrie added a third.
That was the magic number. Bette threaded her hands in Kerrie's hair as her hips began a seductive dance with Kerrie's hand. Before long, Kerrie felt the telltale tightness around her fingers. She flicked her thumb over her swollen clit a few times causing the beautiful woman below her to arch up as a strangled, gasping cry attempted to leave Bette's lips. Elation coursed through Kerrie at seeing the results of the pleasure she had given her lover.
Soaking in the post-orgasm bliss, they snuggled close, the once-hot air around them cooling.
"That was amaz—"
The nasally snores that had been drifting in the background abruptly stopped. In unison, they turned their heads to look in the direction of the baby monitor, only a little green light showing in the dark.
A few silent beats later, the snores resumed, and both let out a breath followed by quiet laughter, their bodies jostling against each other.
"I think I just had a flashback to when Zoe was a toddler," wheezed out Bette, wiping a laughter-induced tear from the corner of her eye.
"That would not have been the best way to end our first time. Why don't you go clean up in the bathroom while I fix the bed? We've got the bedding all over the place."
Bette nodded against her chest. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm tired."
They untangled and parted.
Kerrie grinned like an idiot while hefting herself out of bed. She had dreamed about this night a lot over the last few weeks. It did not disappoint.
When Bette came back in, the shadowed moonlight gave a brief glimpse at her beautiful silhouette, and Kerrie had the bed ready.
She took her turn in the bathroom, peeing and cleaning herself up. She snuck a peek into Kenny's room quickly on her way back from the bathroom. He was sound asleep. By the time she arrived at her bed, Bette was under the covers, and her breathing became even.
Kerrie slid in behind her, pulling Bette's body against hers. She nuzzled her face into Bette's neck, felt a hand clench around hers, and then Kerrie drifted off into sleep.
Chapter 26
"Are you done, Kenny?" Bette asked, pointing to the man's plate.
"Yes," he answered, glancing down at his plate.
"I'll take it. Will you put away the ketchup, pickles, and mayo for me?"
He nodded, scooting his chair back. He was always willing to help when asked.
When she asked him what he wanted for dinner, he informed her it was cheeseburger night and brought her to the refrigerator to show that Kerrie had everything she needed to make the meal.
Kerrie had to stay over at work, helping with something at Tindle Street, because one of the counselors had been out the last few days. Bette's heart warmed in her chest when Kerrie asked if she could watch Kenny. It was like trusting her with her child. Kerrie was very protective of Kenny. She knew Kerrie's feelings were deepening by asking her to watch him.
It had been a month since their first night together. A night that Bette often revisited in her mind. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, and the smells. She felt like a hormonal teenager. They had snuck in intimate moments whenever their schedules permitted. Kerrie seemed to be always doing something. Bette didn't think the woman understood how to say no, but she didn't mind much because her own personal life had increased. Zoe was starting her first big-girl job and was shopping around for an apartment. She had a semi-weekly dinner date with Missy that she was growing to cherish. It was nice to have a life again. To be functional and social. She was even enjoying her work at Turtle Grove, finally feeling comfortable enough to get to know the clients. It was a little heartbreaking that they only stayed for a short while, but seeing them brighten up and get back on theirfeet was exhilarating. Well, those that wanted to. That had been a hard lesson to learn. Not everyone could be saved, even if only temporarily.
She sent Kenny to the living room to watch TV while she washed the dishes. Another thing she was enjoying. Being more domestic. Cooking and even cleaning. She hadn't realized how much having other people do things for her had saddened her. Just the simple task of washing dishes gave her a sense of fulfillment. She had been embarrassed when she confessed that to Kerrie, explaining that she didn't know why she would feel such a way about dishes. Kerrie had told her it wasn't foolish to feel like that. Bette had spent so many years having little things taken away from her that she lost the things that made her feel human. It made sense. She was enjoying her more down-to-earth life. Even thinking about the environment she had been in, the constant cases at the firm, the need for things to be as perfect as possible, and Shelly in general. It was just too much. Life was much easier now.
"Kerrie's home," Kenny announced from the living room. A half second later, Bette saw the headlights of Kerrie's truck out of the window above the kitchen sink.
