Forever With You

Chapter Twenty-Eight

          Bridget loosens the tie enough to slip her hand under the waistband and down to Franky's center. As she slips past her most sensitive part, Franky lets out a slight gasp. She pushes her head back into her pillow as Bridget reaches the middle of her boy shorts. "You're so wet." She says with a crooked smile. Franky looks down with hooded eyes. "Only for you. No one makes me as wet as you do Gidge." She bites her lip as Bridget applies a bit of pressure to her center. "Who can turn you on with just a look baby?" Franky whimpers as Bridget teases her inner thighs. "You." Bridget moves her hand under the fabric of her shorts. "And who can make you cum without touching you?" Franky blushes at the words before feeling Bridget's fingers trace over her folds. "Oh God. You!" She sits up and pulls Bridget against her, lips colliding with passion. Bridget smiles as she feels her lover's hardened nipples pressing against her chest. Franky buries her head into the side of Bridget's neck, relishing in the feel of their bodies pressed against one another. Bridget kisses her neck, then backs away and moves down to Franky's waist. "These need to go." She says as Franky nods with anticipation. Bridget grabs both waistbands together and pulls both the trackies and shorts off in one swift movement. Franky helps push the one leg off with her foot, longing to feel her lover against her again.

Bridget lies between Franky's legs and slowly kisses her way from her waist up to her chest. She caresses one breast while gently sucking on the other. Franky moans as teeth scrape across a hardened nipple, moving her hands through blonde hair, holding her closer. "Make me yours Gidge. Mark me. I don't care who sees." Bridget melts at the words of submission. Her Franky. All hers. She lowers her head to just below her left breast, lower than the bra line but above her new scars, and sucks until there is a mark, hearing her lover hiss at the sensation. She then kisses her way to her pulse point and does the same, this time hearing moans of pleasure as hands pull her closer to her body. "I'm fucking yours Bridget." She gasps as she feels a hand slide down between her legs. "My love, my wife..." Her breath catches on the last word as two fingers slip into her warmth. Bridget looks into her eyes, making sure she is okay, only to be greeted with a passionate kiss. Tongues roll against each other in their mouths as Bridget begins to pump her fingers slowly in and out of the brunette. They break apart, gasping for air, before Bridget makes her way down the sweaty body of her lover.

Before Franky knows it, Bridget has her tongue pressed against her sensitive nub, lips surrounding it as she gently sucks. "Fucking hell Gidge!" Bridget hums against her, causing Franky to buck her hips. Bridget loses contact, but instead of attacking her nub again, leans over and kisses her inner thigh. Franky moans again as Bridget sucks and bites the sensitive skin of her leg, her fingers still pumping into her warmth. "I'm so close Gidge!" Bridget then gently bites her thigh, hearing her hiss as she tightens around her. "Fuck!" The blonde then slowly licks her way up her leg and back to her nub, feeling her tighten immediately around her fingers. She increases the pace of her fingers as Franky's hips arch off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry as her orgasm overtakes her body. Bridget slows the pace, letting her ride out wave after wave, but increasing the pressure of her lips and tongue, sending her over the edge once again. Franky turns as much as her body will allow with Bridget leaning against the lower half. Bridget waits until the trembling stops before slowly letting go and kissing her way back up the brunette's body. "Fucking hell." Franky pants before tasting herself on Bridget's lips. "Welcome home baby." Bridget smiles before Franky wraps her arms around her, holding their sweaty bodies together. They continue kissing passionately, hands roaming the other's body, breaking only for air, for the next ten minutes. Bridget chuckles as she breaks the kiss. "Now, we master the art of making out." Franky lets out a laugh before kissing her again.

Two hours later, Franky wakes and looks to her side. She sees Bridget, sound asleep on her stomach, with the sheets pulled midway up her back. Her eyes run over the soft skin of her shoulders and upper back, longing to touch her, but not wanting to wake her. She notices the side of her breast under her arm that is wrapped up and under her pillow, and feels a warmth run between her legs. She smiles as she reaches over and runs her fingers across the blonde's bare shoulder, barely touching the skin. She lets out a light sigh and gets out of bed, pulling on her singlet and shorts, that were still folded on the chair from before she left.