Part 11 (2/2)

”This is your form of therapy?” Deborah asked, dumbstruck, and lifted up on her elbow.

”Yes.” Bridgette linked her fingers together and arched her back. ”And if you want to tie me up, go ahead.”

”Um.” Deborah sat up and wiped her face with her palms. Her hands shook and her mouth was dry.

”Deb?” Bridgette asked, and when her hand touched Deborah's knee, Deborah released a groan and rolled over to cover Bridgette's body.

She ate away at Bridgette's lips, licking and nipping as Bridgette chuckled. Deborah lost herself in the kiss, rubbing her hips against Bridgette's, longing to feel their naked bodies against one another.

”I need you so badly,” Deborah said and moved her face down to lick Bridgette's throat.

”Take me, then. I'm yours,” Bridgette replied in a husky whisper and gasped as Deborah sucked down on her right nipple.

Deborah pinched and pulled on Bridgette's hard nips, her skin so soft and smooth. She unzipped Bridgette's shorts, sliding her hand over her mound, pleasantly surprised to not feel any underwear.

”You don't wear any panties or thongs?” Deborah asked as she moved her mouth around Bridgette's breast.

”No. Another quirk of mine.” Bridgette moaned, her hand landing on Deborah's head.

Deborah grabbed hold of Bridgette's hand. ”Wrap your hands around the headboard and don't move them. If you do, I'll tie them to it.”

”Make me,” Bridgette said, and put not only one, but both hands in Deborah's hair.

”Okay, you asked for it.” Deborah climbed off the bed and walked over to the dresser, where she found a white scarf. When she turned back to Bridgette, her eyes went wide. Bridgette had totally disrobed. Her legs were spread wide, where Deborah could see her pink, distended p.u.s.s.y covered by a light patch of red hair.

”You wax?” Deborah asked in wonder as she began pulling off her own clothes.

”A few days ago,” Bridgette said with a bit of sa.s.s in her voice and put her hand in between her legs. Her fingers spread apart her p.u.s.s.y lips and her thumb moved over her c.l.i.t that Deborah couldn't wait to feel against her tongue.

”Now you're going to get it,” Deborah warned and straddled Bridgette much like Bridgette did to her only a moment ago. Deborah took Bridgette's wrists and rested them against the headboard. Bridgette tugged playfully against Deborah's hold, shrieking and crying-pretend fighting, as if Deborah was going to force her to do something she didn't want to do.

”You're a big bully, Deborah!” Bridgette said in a high-pitched voice.

Deborah silenced her by giving her a hard kiss.

Both kissed with pa.s.sion, and when Bridgette's arms went lax, Deborah rested them back against the headboard and tied her arms around each end. She broke the kiss to check her knots.

”Not too tight?” she asked, released a moan when Bridgette lifted her face and latched onto her breast with her mouth.

”I take it that's a yes?” Deborah asked huskily and pressed down into Bridgette's mouth. Her inner core clenched from the tugging Bridgette's teeth on her sensitive flesh. She rubbed her p.u.s.s.y against Bridgette's already wet one, the need inside her growing to a feverish pitch.

Bridgette finished her sucking and lay back, out of breath. ”Move your t.w.a.t over my face where I can eat you out.”

”Such shocking language from a schoolteacher,” Deborah said in mock disgust and grabbed hold of Bridgette's face and kissed her.

Their tongues rolled around until both were panting for air. Deborah rocked back and forth as Bridgette's knees lifted up and cradled her hips.

”Deborah, let me taste you.” Bridgette begged and pulled on her bonds. Deborah waited for Bridgette to break them, but they never did.

”All right, Miss Impatient.” Deborah circled her fingers around the edges of Bridgette's nipples. Her own grew even more pointed for what she had planned in the next few minutes.

Bridgette's body trembled under her as Deborah turned, her a.s.s facing Bridgette, much like she was ready to do the reverse cowgirl position. She bent down so her face hovered over Bridgette's p.u.s.s.y. She wiggled her hips until her a.s.s cheek touched Bridgette's chin.

”Are you fine with this?” Deborah asked, looking over her shoulder at Bridgette.

”Yes.” Bridgette's tongue flicked out across one of her cheeks, Deborah bit down on her lips hard. She squirmed, moving in closer and spread her legs. When Bridgette's mouth covered her p.u.s.s.y, she sobbed and mouthed Bridgette's wet mound, sucking deeply.

It had been way too long since she'd tasted a women's p.u.s.s.y, and her come dripped as she grew excited. She licked over Bridgette's moist, fleshy lips. Deborah's face was drenched, her nose filling with Bridgette's come. She sniffed in deeply, almost climaxing from the juices flowing down her throat. Bridgette lapped away at her core and she grinded her c.u.n.t against Deborah's mouth slowly. Grunts and sighs came from behind her as she located Bridgette's c.l.i.t with her finger and swirled over the hard b.u.t.ton.

”Dear Lord in heaven and all the angels above!” Bridgette screeched against Deborah's a.s.s and exhaled loudly. Deborah s.h.i.+vered and she stopped eating out Bridgette to catch her breath.

Her entire body went stiff when something wet and soft slipped inside her a.s.s crack. She bit down on her lip and jumped from the slippery erotic intrusion. It had to be Bridgette's tongue r.i.m.m.i.n.g her a.s.s.

”Oh Bridgette,” Deborah sighed and pulled her lover's legs farther apart to make her come. She reached in between Bridgette's legs and sc.r.a.ped her short nails over the inside of her thighs, enjoying the goose b.u.mps rising over her skin. A drizzle of Bridgette's juices coated her fingers and she dipped her head back down to lick the fluid away.

When Bridgette's entire body stiffened and she cried out loudly, Deborah closed her eyes and allowed her release to overtake her. She panted against Bridgette's waxed, somewhat bristly puss and fell to the side and off of Bridgette so as not to crush her.

A crack of lightning lit up the room as Deborah wheezed loudly. She rolled onto her back, her legs and feet near Bridgette's face as Bridgette's chest rose up and down from her harsh breathing. Her eyes were closed and her face was damp with her sweat.

”Bridgette?” Deborah asked in a hush whisper and knelt beside her. She untied her arms and rubbed her muscles.

”Hm, that's nice.” Bridgette's eyes flickered open and she yawned loudly.

”You came.” Deborah didn't form it as a question.

”You did also.” Bridgette smacked her lips and grimaced.

”The bathroom is down the hall,” Deborah said and sat, glancing down at her lap.

The bed shook as Bridgette climbed off. When a hand landed on her shoulder, she lifted her head. Bridgette's face was within kissing distance and she leaned forward, but Bridgette rested a finger over her lips.

”Hold that thought.” Bridgette ruffled her hair and left the room.

Deborah lay down and closed her eyes. She couldn't move even if she wanted to, and she lightly dozed as the rain and thunder went on around her. Her whole body hummed and she couldn't stop smiling as she licked her lips drying with Bridgette's release. When the bed dipped down, she turned on her back. Bridgette sat holding a gla.s.s of water.

”Here, drink this,” she offered.

Deborah took the gla.s.s and drank it down. She handed it over to Bridgette and rubbed her eyes. She could barely keep them open. This was a first for her. s.e.x usually made her tense and edgy. Or had when she was with- ”Feeling okay?” Bridgette brushed the hair away from her forehead and moved around until she was curved behind her.

”Yes. That was...amazing,” Deborah admitted in surprise and nestled down when Bridgette tucked her knees behind hers and rested her arm on her hip.

”I know it was. I'm good,” Bridgette said close to her ear. Deborah snorted and took Bridgette's hand in hers.

<script>