She moaned into the kiss and arched toward the touch, seeking more, wanting more than she’d expected. Beks was begging too, hips rolling toward her and she flattened her fingers, sliding them over Bekka’s clit.
Bekka nodded, deepening their kiss, even as she set up a rhythm of gentle tapping and stroking, the action designed to make her dizzy. Between the hungry thrust of her tongue and the heady touches, Marissa was going to shake into pieces.
Her moan sounded needy even to her own ears as she hooked her heel around Bekka’s thigh, body begging while her thoughts scattered.
Then Bekka slid two fingers inside of her, thumb pressing her clit and drawing lazy circles that threatened to steal her breath.
She did the same, though it was hard to focus on anything nuanced with Beks doing everything just right. It was sweet though, feeling Beks respond instantly. Her girl was wet and slick, no question how badly she needed.
“Want to come, then I’ll make you do it again.”
“We’ve got nothing but time, pretty.” Her voice was wispy and she was so close. She rocked against Bekka’s fingers and pushed hers deeper, palm pressing down to make sure Beks got what she needed. “God…”
“Right there. Right fucking there, Mari.” Beks bit her earlobe, the little sting making her hiss.
She nodded because any second now… “Oh. Fuck.” The dam broke, and she bucked into Bekka’s hand, shuddering with her orgasm. Every touch after it set off a new wave, and Marissa moaned softly, heart pounding, trying to keep some of her focus on Beks and on giving her the climax she’d asked for.
Beks bucked and rolled, not passive at all, taking what she needed, demanding and hungry.
It was the fucking sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
“Come on, pretty. You’re so close…almost there. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The words flowed easily because they were all true.
“Mari!” Beks dragged her into another kiss, tongue fucking her lips as Beks shook and shuddered around her fingers.
Damn. She did a little battle with Bekka’s tongue until she won, and Beks tremors slowed slightly. It was a hell of a kiss though, until she was forced to break it off so they could both catch their breath.
“I—Whoa.” Beks panted for her, wiggling back and forth.
Marissa giggled softly and stretched out, offering Bekka a shoulder to lie on. “I needed that so fucking badly. Thank you.”
“Me too. You feel perfect.” Bekka cuddled right in, breath hot on her breast.
“You’ve changed. A lot.” She didn’t mean that in a mean way, but she worried Beks might misunderstand. “I mean… You’re so much sexier.”
Beks nodded against her, cheek so soft. “I grew up. You were so much more mature than I was. I mean, I’m still not Sally Serious, but I know myself, know what I want.”
That was clear. “You were such a nightmare.” She laughed. “For me, anyway. I didn’t know what to do with you.”
“I just wanted you to like me. I didn’t know that I had to like myself first.”
She gave Beks a squeeze. She’d been popular, smart, pretty. People had liked her. That didn’t mean she liked the person she saw in the mirror. Ironically, it had been Josie who finally taught her who she should love the most, long before they broke up.
“I like you, Beks. I like you a lot.”
8
Bekka woke up, warm and naked and…her hair was caught under Mari’s head.
Huh.
Also, vaguely ow.
And she needed to pee, and casts were heavy.
And Mari didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
She traced one finger around Mari’s nipple, watching it draw up, wrinkle as it tightened.