Work Text:
“Gidge, do you remember the rules?” Bridget nodded vigorously.
She was practically salivating at the sight of her favorite toy gripped tight in Franky’s hands. She had soaked her panties through the minute they had gotten home from dinner with Vera and Franky had demanded that she be stripped naked in their bedroom by the time she counted to the number 10. She was in her birthday suit by the time Franky hit 7. And that was just the start of the game that they liked to play.
“Repeat them to me. I want to make sure you understand how this will play out.” Franky was calm and collected as always. Bridget loved how much more in control and confident Franky became when they ‘played’.
It was through playing together that Franky had learned how to show restraint and pick her battles. In dominating Bridget, her partner, lover, and best friend, within the safe confines of their own home, Franky had mastered the art of channeling her once unbridled energy and tempest-like emotions into a fiercely loyal passion for both Bridget and her legal work.
By studying Bridget’s body – her cues, her reactions, her likes, and her dislikes – Franky had honed her instincts for better serving her clients, reading her opponents, cross-examining witnesses, impacting the jury, and staying on the judge’s good side. There was no doubt in either of their minds that without their special time, Franky would have never become the hot shot lawyer she was today.
“I must beg for permission to cum and I am only allowed to cum when you give me permission to do so. When you say stop, I stop immediately – not a second later. If I don’t stop, the more time you add to the clock. Am I forgetting anything?” Bridget relayed each rule confidently. It was essential to be on the same page and establish clear boundaries otherwise they’d both end up frustrated and, possibly, hurt.
Franky paused, causing Bridget’s breath to hitch as she reconsidered her response. Confident that she had shaken Bridget’s resolve just a tiny bit, Franky gave her a wicked smile and pushed Bridget down onto the bed with little resistance.
“Turn over, babe. Get on all fours with that perfect ass up in the air, you know exactly how I like it.”
Bridget turned over as instructed. She tilted her hips just right so that the tender flesh of her backside was raised as high as she could hold it.
Franky whistled at the sight in front of her. The thrilling view never got old. Despite being together for 6 years, the look and the taste of Bridget’s glistening lips as they begged for Franky to do as she pleased, never ceased to draw the same reaction from Franky. It was a deep hunger that settled in the pit of her stomach and could only be quenched by the one and only Bridget Westfall moaning in satisfaction.
“Well, well. Looks like someone’s ready to play.” Franky whispered as she ran the tip of her index finger along Bridget’s heavily lubricated folds. “Juuuust kidding, we’ll save that for later when you’d do anything to get a little relief.” Franky teased.
Bridget shivered at the delicate touch. At this early stage, she needed Franky’s to be much rougher and more deliberate than gentle caresses. Bridget knew that Franky was just making sure she was as amped and desperate as possible before really getting things underway.
“10 minutes on the clock, are you ready babe?”
“Please!” Bridget cried out desperately. It was a good start, but Franky knew that Bridget’s limits hadn’t even been tested let alone pushed. There was something about the sound of Bridget screaming her name and begging for her release that set Franky on fire.
Franky turned the black wand on, and it roared to life. Franky smirked as she watched as a drop of Bridget’s juices splashed the comforter beneath her dripping sex. Franky pressed the button 7 more times, ensuring that it was cranked to the highest setting. She saw Bridget’s heart rate quicken as the roar of the vibrator got louder and louder, drowning out their racing heart beats.
“Stay up, as high as you can go.” Bridget strained as she titled her hips a little higher.
“Good, babe. The clock starts now.” Franky leaned over and tapped the timer on her phone. At the same moment, Franky placed her knee between Bridget’s legs and leaned forward, thrusting the round bulb of the vibrator’s head against Bridget’s core.
“Oh fuck!” Bridget purred out. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Fuck right, it does.” Franky growled back.
She could tell Bridget was getting worked up into a frenzy. Her arms were strained, supporting her weight. Franky smiled. This would be their longest session yet. The longest Bridget had ever held out was 7 minutes, this would be much longer. Franky wasn’t sure it was entirely possible but she was sure as hell looking forward to pushing Bridget as far as she could go. Only 43 seconds had passed, over 9 minutes remained, and Bridget was already putty in her hands. This is going to be so fucking fun, Franky thought to herself.
Franky snapped back to the task at hand as Bridget let out her first moan. Franky took that as her first cue and whisked the vibrator away and paused the timer.
“Noooo,” Bridget cried out in frustration.
“Yes, babe. Remember who’s in charge?”
“You’re in charge, Franky.” Bridget huffed as she struggled to control her breathing.
“Did it feel good? Do you want me to continue?” Franky asked in a slightly mocking tone.
“Please, Franky. Please continue. It felt so fucking good.” Bridget begged on command.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like you were really enjoying yourself. You always tell me how much positive reinforcement I need, was that the best you got?” Bridget shook her head.
“Pleeeeeeease, Franky. I need more, please. I am begging you. I need more. Please, baby!” Bridget stammered. Her arms, began shaking beneath her.
Franky unpaused the timer and positioned the vibrator between Bridget’s folds. The slickness of her lips created a vacuum around the silicone bulb of the vibrator, causing the reverberations to pulse even more forcefully than before.
Moments later, Franky decided to change course and rubbed the bulb along Bridget’s slit, instead. She wanted to agitate Bridget a little bit. She knew that her girl liked her to concentrate attention on her sensitive spots. While the overall goal was to give Bridget what she wanted, she needed to earn it and they had plenty of time before she could incentivize Franky to give her that sweet, sweet release.
Bridget’s moans were becoming more and more frequent. Franky glanced at the timer, it had only been 52 seconds, just over a minute and a half had elapsed since they had gotten started. Franky wondered if Bridget was already too keyed up to even make it to 5 minutes. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She knew that it was ultimately up to her to control the pace and ensure that Bridget crossed the finish line. She just needed to slow the tempo for a little while. After all, she didn’t want to push her too far over the edge too soon.
Franky hit the button 3 more times, lowering the intensity of the vibration and changing the cadence of the pulsation. She heard Bridget’s breathing settle down a little bit and she was reassured that she had made the right call.
Franky looked down at the timer. It had only been 39 seconds. Fuck. Dragging this out wouldn’t be easy . Bridget was just too much fun to play with.
Franky used her spare hand to separate Bridget’s lips with two fingers. The blonde was absolutely drenched. Franky bit her bottom lip. Knowing she was responsible for her girl’s wanton state was getting her riled up too. Franky flicked her other wrist forward, settling the vibrating wand between Bridget’s splayed folds, releasing them around the tip of the bulb.
“Ngrrr. So. Fucking. Urhhh… Good.” Bridget choked out behind gritted teeth. Franky knew where her favorite spots were, and she was making damn well sure she pressed them for Bridget.
“You like that, babe?” Franky teased and slipped the wand a little higher, directly hitting one of Bridget’s most favorite spots.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop, please. Just like that… urgh… yes!” Bridget called out confirming Franky had her right where she wanted her.
Another 40 seconds had passed since changing positions. They were nearly at the 3-minute benchmark and Bridget was feeling every second of it. Juices and sweat intermingled and ran down Bridget’s thigh. Franky watched mesmerized as they trickled down to her knee and settled in a pool on the comforter.
“I’m getting close, baby!” Bridget announced. She, too, wanted this to last as long as possible. Even though she desperately craved the sweet release of a rip-through orgasm, she also wanted to please Franky and that meant holding out and letting Franky dominate her as long as she pleased.
“Good, babe. That’s real good.” Franky purred in her ear as she draped her body over Bridget’s, maintaining the wand in the same position. “Don’t forget you can’t let go until I say you can. So, I hope you enjoy a little more intensity.” She nibbled on the lower lobe of Bridget’s ear before leaning back and pounding the button on the wand twice. Franky tightened her grip as the wand began to pulse more wildly.
“Oh fuck!” Bridget managed to gasp out. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That’s sooo… fuck!”
Franky noticed that Bridget was rocking herself slightly, trying to avoid the consistent pressure just below her clit.
“Did I say you could rock, babe?” Franky immediately withdrew the wand from Bridget, causing the blonde to buckle forward, resting on her elbows. Franky stopped the clock and switched off the wand. 1 minute and 28 had passed. They were getting close to the half-way mark. The timer stood at 5:39.
“No! Baby, I’m sorry. Please, give it back. Please!” Bridget cried out in frustration.
“I’m adding 20 seconds to the clock, Gidge. You know the rules.” Franky rubbed the head of the turned off wand along the outside of her folds. She knew it would frustrate her girl, but she also needed to remind her who was in charge and the extra time was the perfect punishment. It would be pleasurable, for sure, but it would also prolong the inevitable. She just hoped Bridget could stay the course. Now, it was set to end a little longer at 10:20.
“I do. I’m sorry, baby. It just felt soooo good.” Bridget purred. She craned her neck to get a look at the woman dominating her. “Can I please have more?” She pleaded. Franky ran her tongue over her teeth and Bridget shivered. Franky’s tongue gestures were iconic in and out of the bedroom but they stirred up Bridget like nothing else when they played together. She could practically sense Franky was salivating at the sight of her and Bridget loved knowing how badly she wanted her.
“Since you asked so nicely. Why not?” Franky tapped the timer and jabbed the button 4 times consecutively, sending the wand vibrating back to life. “Ass up, babe. Keep it nice and high, you know I like to see every drip and drop.”
“Thank you, Franky!” She squeaked out as Franky splayed her lips and placed the bulb back on her favorite spot, the area more tender now than before after having a few brief moments of relief. Bridget gasped as Franky wedged the tip of the wand back between her folds at the perfect angle. Bridget could swear she felt the reverberations throughout her entire body. No one else had ever been so dedicated to her pleasure and satisfaction in and out of the bedroom.
Franky watched as Bridget tensed up around the bulb, trying to control the pulse without clamping her legs shut and earning her another reprieve and more time on the clock. Her arms began to waver again and Franky knew that she would have to begin edging her again or risk throwing Bridget soaring over the edge too soon. Gimme another 30 seconds or so, Gidge. Come on. You can do it. She mentally pleaded with her girl.
“Good girl, Gidge. You enjoying yourself, babe?” Franky teased. Still, she knew her girl, like everyone else, needed the validation sometimes, especially while playing. It was a vulnerable thing to do – to place your trust, power-down your free will, and just let yourself go as you hand the reins over to another human, who intends to dominate every fiber of your being – yet, there they were. They had been playing like this for nearly 5 years now. It hadn’t taken them long to acknowledge that the initial spark of vanilla sex had long worn off and that they had hit a sexual rut.
Franky had made a joke about lesbian bed death that had triggered Bridget’s insecurities. She had heard all the stories about the womanizer her girl used to be, and she often wondered if the much younger woman missed engaging in whatever it had taken to earn herself that reputation. Bridget had chalked it up to having a lower sex drive now that she was getting up into her later years. It re-ignited an old concern that she thought she had stubbed out long ago. Franky’s boundless energy, fervor for life, and cocky attitude were all tied to one thing in Bridget’s mind: Franky’s age. And no matter how much she worked out and tried to stay fit, she hated to admit it, but Bridget wasn’t sure that she could keep up.
After a few weeks of hit-or-miss sex, Franky confronted Gidge. A heavy conversation ensued and both admitted that vanilla sex had never been sufficient for long. On Gidge’s recommendation, they both took their time and sat with that information, mulling over what they thought it meant, what they hoped it meant, and ultimately what they wanted it to mean for them as a couple. When they were each ready, they resumed the conversation and were pleased to discover that they shared a lot of variations of the same kinks and fantasies - a lot of middle ground that could be worked on and broadened with time. They discussed roles, limits, boundaries, expectations, histories, and even safe words before getting their playtime underway. As soon as it started, they both knew there was no going back.
It had changed them in the best ways possible. It established a new level of intimacy and deepened their relationship more than anything else had. Individually and as a couple, they felt more whole and like every facet of their lives was fully satisfying.
“Ngggrrr… Yes!” Bridget stammered. “So. Fucking. Good. Don’t. Stop. Please, baby!” She was panting hard and fast. Franky grabbed her ponytail with her spare hand, jerking Bridget’s head back.
“Give me a kiss.” She demanded and Bridget obliged without hesitation. It was a chaste kiss but Franky appreciated the absence of hesitation in Bridget’s compliance.
Franky let go of Bridget’s hair, slapping her ass. Bridget’s hips bucked in response.
“Umpph.” Bridget groaned.
“Gidge, I need you to keep that ass high up for me, babe. I need complete and total access. Don’t forget, your pussy is mine to do as I please with.” Franky reminded her.
Another minute and seventeen seconds had elapsed. Bridget was on the verge of the crescendo and Franky wanted to make sure she dangled there for a little longer. They still had 4:42 of playtime left and Franky knew how she wanted to spend most of it. Though Franky was determined to get her across the finish line at all costs, she was definitely going to drag it out for Bridget for as long as she could possibly stand. In doing so, the release of her orgasm would be so much more satisfying. Bridget was grateful that no matter what transpired, Franky never seemed to lose sight of that goal.
Franky removed the wand, Bridget’s juices coated the bulb and dripped down the length of its shaft and onto Franky’s fingers. She switched it off before tossing it onto the bed besides Bridget’s knee.
“Nooo!” Bridget wailed, suddenly aware that she was being deprived.
“I thought you might enjoy a little manual manipulation.” Franky teased and nudged Bridget’s knees further apart, giving her complete and total access to her pussy. She coated her index and middle finger, wetting them with Bridget’s juices before plunging them into her soaked opening and holding them rigid as they applied pressure to Bridget’s front wall.
Bridget grunted and groaned. Her visceral reactions invigorated Franky beyond the visual gratification of watching Bridget coming undone at the seams. Her usually poised and professional bombshell of a girl was thrusting and gyrating against her fingers like an animal in heat. Franky loved that she was the only one who was privy to the spunky side of the multifaceted rockstar that was Bridget Westfall. Being with the blonde had felt like winning a mega-million dollar lottery, but sharing this bond and having the power to dominate Bridget felt like winning the jackpot of life.
Franky felt Bridget clamp down on her fingers, she was very close to the edge – exactly where Franky wanted her. Franky smirked as she withdrew her fingers sharply. Laying a couple of firm smacks on Bridget’s rump as she did. She heard Bridget sigh between pants – it was music to Franky’s ears. Franky glanced over at the timer on her phone. 6:50, mere seconds from their record time. Whether Bridget made it to the 10:20 timer or not, this would officially be the longest she held out. Franky was damn proud of how far they had come… or rather… cum.
Franky leaned over Bridget once more, pressing forward onto Bridget’s back like a form-fitting glove. Franky wanted to push Bridget further but knew that if she kept up the same momentum that there was a chance Bridget would lose all control then and there. Franky snaked her arms around Bridget’s sides, crossing her arms around Bridget’s chest beneath her. She gripped each of Bridget’s breasts in the opposite hand roughly.
“I was thinking we should cut this short. You’re getting a little too amped up. Maybe we’ll pick this up a little later today. How does that sound, Gidge?” Franky’s eyes crinkled in delight as she felt Bridget’s chest lurch beneath her fingers. Bridget was so riled up, she hadn’t even processed Franky’s sarcasm.
“Nooo, baby. Please! No! I c-ccan’t stop now. Please, baby. Finish me off. Please!” Bridget begged. It was like music to Franky’s ears.
“Good girl, Gidge. You know how much I like it when you beg me for more.” Franky purred in her ear. Franky felt Bridget’s back stiffen at the sound of her praise. “Okay, fine. I guess we can see how it goes since you’re doing such a good job, babe.”
“Please, baby. More! Please!” Bridget hoped that laying it on thick would urge Franky to do something, anything to keep her stimulated.
“How’s this?” Within a split second, Franky had managed to go from palming her breasts to pinching her nipples. The sharp pain shot right through Bridget, causing her to grunt and moan.
“Soooo. Fucking. Good. Ahhhhhh, ohhhhh oooh!” Bridget gasped between sharp breaths. “Sooo. Good, Franky!”
Franky twisted Bridget’s nipples between her fingers roughly. Bridget’s hips bucked under Franky’s, trying to create some friction. While Franky’s chest ministrations felt great, it was below Bridget’s belt that desperately needed Franky’s attention and Bridget couldn’t help but remind her.
“Now, now, now, what are you doing?” Franky pinched and twisted Bridget’s nipples hard and fast simultaneously. Bridget immediately stopped grinding against Franky.
“Please, baby. Your pussy needs you.” Bridget sing-songed. They were words that she knew usually drove Franky wanton with desire and might be convincing enough to push Franky to bring her to orgasm faster. Franky knew what Bridget was doing and she saw right through it. She was committed to edging Bridget for as long as possible and couldn’t be so easily deterred from her goal, no matter how much the blonde tried to seduce her into an early release, Franky was dead-set on not caving this time.
“Tsk. Tsk. Gidge. I know what you’re trying to do… and for that, I am adding more time to the clock. I’m going to play with my pussy for as long as I damn well please. You understand me?” Franky tweaked Bridget’s nipples even tighter, earning a light yelp from the blonde. She felt Bridget force herself to give in - her body loosened but there was a stillness about her. Franky’s heart swelled with pride. The sign of implicit trust not lost on Franky. While Bridget’s words had missed the mark, her reaction to Franky’s dominance had nearly crumbled her Domme’s resolve.
“That’s better, Gidge. Don’t forget who’s in charge, alright?” Franky smoothed the hairs out of Bridget’s face before raking her left hand through Bridget’s hair and yanking her head backwards somewhat roughly. Bridget yelped.
“You’re in charge, baby. I love it when you’re in charge of my pussy!” Head tilted back from Franky’s pull, Bridget locked eyes with Franky’s. There was so much love and adoration swimming in her baby blues that Franky nearly let go from the overwhelming feeling of joy that was threatening to burst.
Without missing a beat, Franky released Bridget’s hair at the same time that she turned the vibrator back on to the highest setting. She moved herself back a little further behind Bridget on the bed and re-angled her wrist so that the head of the bulb was just below Bridget’s clit.
“Nrrhghrr.” Bridget was completely incoherent. She was moaning and bucking wildly. Franky knew that Bridget was desperately trying to get the vibrator to hit the spot, but first she wanted to hear her beg for it.
“That’s it, babe. I’m gonna keep it right here for a little while. You’re enjoying that aren’t ya?” Franky teased, hoping to get Bridget to take the bait.
“So good!” Bridget managed to get out between pants. “Just a little ughhh… higher!” Bridget grunted and bucked some more. “Please! Franky, baby. Ahhhh… I need it just a liiiiittttle… uhhhh… higher, baby, please! Ooooh.”
“You sure, Gidge? This looks like a pretty good spot from here.” Franky continued to tease her. She knew that Bridget was close but the frustration would keep her holding out a little longer.
“Yes! Please! Ahh. Franky! Please! I need it!” Bridget was practically screaming her pleas now.
“I suppose… we can try it.” Franky rotated her wrist slightly, she felt Bridget’s entire body tense and turn to jelly as soon as she hit the magical spot.
“Oooooooh. Fuck!” Bridget exclaimed nearly instantly. “Thank! You! Baby!” She stammered, her breathing more ragged than ever. Franky loved the frenzied bucking and pleas, but there was nothing like the sound of Gidge being 100% satisfied and pleased. It was like music to her ears.
Franky rotated the wand in her hand, adding a little more pressure against Bridget’s clit as she did so. She knew she couldn’t stay in this spot for too long if Gidge was going to make it across the finish line.
Franky realized she hadn’t looked at the timer for a while. She figured they were pretty damn close to the 10 minute mark by now. She glanced over at her phone. 10:16. Just as she presumed.
Bridget’s arms were wobbling wildly. Franky knew that she could go over the edge at any second. Bridget had been amazing but she knew that she could do even better. Franky didn’t even bother to turn off the vibrator before chucking it to the side. It landed on the bed with a thud but continued to buzz mercilessly.
Bridget whipped her head around following the sound of the noise. Frustration and confusion were painted all over her face.
Franky didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Bridget’s thighs and effortlessly pulled her backwards, causing her arms to buckle and fall under her. Bridget, still looking desperately at the wand, found her face flat against the bed staring at the miracle toy. With the deftness and dexterity of an expert, she had positioned each of Bridget’s legs on her shoulders and found herself mere inches away from feasting on the most delicious pussy she had ever had the pleasure of dining on.
Franky licked her lips and gently blew air over Bridget’s sopping pussy. Bridget stopped squirming in anticipation of what was to come. This was undoubtedly her favorite part of their playtime. It hadn’t always been that way; it was actually something she had never done with any of her other sexual partners. But, during one of their many early talks about boundaries, Bridget had confessed that she had never tried rimming and wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
Their first session together had been a powerful experience for them both. Franky had diligently respected each and every one of Bridget’s boundaries, had checked in with her at every juncture, and had selflessly dedicated herself to Bridget’s total pleasure and satisfaction. Bridget felt implicitly safe under Franky’s command, especially after watching every one of Franky’s defenses and self-protective safeguards come crashing down to be fully with her in every moment. Franky’s aftercare had been so thoughtful and gentle that she had been hit with a secondary wave of emotions well after she had recovered from sub drop just thinking about what they had just done and replaying every moment of it that she could recall.
It was then that Bridget had turned over, lifting herself up onto her elbows, staring at a nearly-asleep Franky, and declared that her mind, body, and every part of her now belonged to Franky Doyle exclusively and forever and that Franky had the right and responsibility to do whatever, whenever, and however she saw fit with them.
Franky had raised an eyebrow, mouth agape, and before she could even ask Bridget to elaborate. Bridget confirmed that everything was included, no boundaries. She trusted Franky implicitly.
She knew that she had made the right call when tears began running down Franky’s face and Franky immediately flipped on the lamp on her bedside table, rummaged through the drawer, and pulled out an engagement ring and proposed to her right then and there on the spot. It had been the absolute perfect moment and one that they both looked back on fondly, though they had had to keep the details surrounding the proposal to themselves. They had devised a different story to share with their family and friends.
Franky stiffened her tongue in anticipation and spread Bridget’s cheeks as far as she could. Without hesitation, she dove in and began lapping up the delicious juices that had run down Bridget’s backside. Bridget gripped the sheets and comforter in both hands and began moaning relentlessly. She was wound-up tighter from the edging than Franky had ever seen her. She knew how she wanted to send Bridget spiraling over the edge, and she needed to get on with it now or risk losing control over Bridget’s orgasm. Franky loosened her tongue, drawing quick tight circles with her tongue. Bridget’s thighs clamped around her head, but Franky did not waver, she just kept teasing Bridget’s hole with increasing pressure.
Bridget was frantically clawing at the sheets. Grunting and moaning. Her legs twitching over Franky’s shoulders wildly. She wrapped her left arm around Bridget’s left thigh and gripped tightly, steadying her as much as she could. She lifted her right hand up to Bridget’s dripping pussy and drove three curved fingers into her with fervor. Bridget hissed and moaned gutturally. All hope for regaining her composure was completely lost as she twitched and jounced about in rapture.
The simultaneous licking and fingering obliterated every conscious thought from Bridget’s mind. All Bridget could manage to articulate was a series of moans, grunts, and “oh fucks!” As she tore at the sheets on the bed beneath her, the phone slid off and clattered to the floor noisily. Neither noticed.
“Franky!” Bridget practically screamed. “I. Need. To. Cum. Now!”
Franky pulled her head back from between Bridget’s cheeks and continued ravishing Bridget’s pussy with her fingers.
“Hold on, Gidge. Remember you’re not allowed to cum until I give you permission to.” Franky warned with her signature smirk. “You’re doing so good, babe. But I’m not done with you just yet. I need you to hold on just a little longer. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She sing-songed.
“Please!” Bridget pleaded. She wasn’t sure that she had the strength to keep going, let alone the resolve to delay the orgasm she was so desperate to have. “Please!” She tried again but her request fell on deaf ears. Franky was determined to edge her to the very last second.
With Bridget’s last plea echoing in the distance, Franky wriggled her fingers out from Bridget’s tightness and gripped her right cheek firmly, digging the wicks of her nails into the supple flesh. Bridget moaned wantonly. With a certain deftness that came only from lots and lots of practice, Franky hoisted Bridget up a little higher onto her shoulders and dove face-first into her pussy in one swift move, licking Bridget’s flaming core deliriously and without reservation.
Bridget’s hips bucked as she tried desperately to grind down harder and harder onto Franky’s tongue. Franky sensing that Bridget truly was seconds from ecstasy, stiffened her tongue, and encircled Bridget’s clit.
“Ppl—pl-easse!” Bridget begged, practically screaming. She had Franky’s head in a vice grip between her thighs and Franky was certain that if Bridget twisted the wrong way, she would be dealing with some serious damage to her neck.
Franky clutched onto Bridget even harder, digging deeper into the taut pale flesh beneath her fingers.
“Puh-l-leaase!” Bridget cried out desperately. Her hands and arms twisted in layers of knotted sheets.
Franky drew the tiny bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucked with frenzy. Bridget jerked and jolted, flexing and tensing her thighs lasciviously around Franky’s head. Her ears were practically rubbed raw from the intense friction surrounding them.
Franky pulled her face back ever so slightly, letting Bridget’s clit run the course of her tongue. Just as it reached the ridge, Franky gently clenched Bridget’s nub between her teeth and bit down ever so slightly.
Holding onto the essence of Bridget’s pleasure between gritted teeth and her face buried deep between Bridget’s legs, Franky felt the weight of the world’s hardships, the albatross of client suffering, and the burdens of everyday stressors eject themselves from Bridget’s body, allowing her to take feral pleasure in the unbridled love, passion, and attention Franky was lavishing upon her. This was the moment that they had been holding out for, the moment they both needed, and the moment they had been working up to.
“Now, Gidge,” Franky roared and immediately loosened her grip on Bridget’s thighs and immediately resumed flicking Bridget’s clit with long strokes over her stiffened tongue.
“Uhhhhhhhrahhhhhhhh.” Bridget bellowed. She rocked hard against Franky’s mouth. Franky felt her entire body seize up as the spasm ricocheted back and forth through her entire body like a lightning bolt. Bridget clamped and unclamped wildly, bucking, and twitching as unintelligible consonants strew from her lips.
“F-ffuckkk. F-ffrannky!” She exclaimed as she reached the peak of her climax and a flood of her juices coated Franky’s face.
“Holy fuck!” Bridget sighed as she collapsed mercilessly onto the bed beneath her. Her legs were still wrapped around Franky’s neck, holding her face, mostly her tongue, in place. Franky leaned down, lowering Bridget’s legs off her shoulders, and rested them on the bed on either side of her. She immediately returned to delicately lapping Bridget’s cum from her overly-stimulated folds.
“Fuck, Franky!” Bridget exhaled, still breathless and eyes closed. “T-that. That-t was s-something else, b-baby!” Bridget reached down and ran a hand through Franky’s hair, appreciatively.
She turned over on her side slowly, preventing Franky further access. She patted the bed behind her, encouraging Franky to take her place as the big spoon. Bridget knew that she would fall asleep cradled in Franky’s arms within seconds. After such vigorous playtime, they always slept more blissfully than usual.
Franky inched her way up Bridget’s body, leaving a trail of delicate kisses and nibbles along the way. She reached over the bed, grabbing for her phone. She stopped the timer, giving it a quick glance, before tossing it onto the nightstand.
“About 16 minutes, Gidge. You’re incredible!” Franky wrapped her arms around Bridget and pulled her into a hug. She snaked her leg over Bridget’s, holding her firmly in place.
“Need anything?” Franky whispered into Bridget’s ear as she gently traced patterns and pressed kisses along Bridget’s side and shoulders.
“How could I ever need anything more than that. ” Bridget whispered back. Franky smiled ear-to-ear. She loved that Bridget recognized and appreciated her attentiveness. Franky wasn’t and had never been a perfect person but she was committed to being the absolute best wife she could be and that meant doting on Bridget and trying to meet her every need. “Well, actually… I need sleep.” The pair chuckled. Franky held Bridget a little tighter.
“Go ahead, Gidge. I’ve got you.” Franky nestled her head onto Bridget’s shoulder and watched her wife’s breathing fall into a rhythmic cadence. She couldn’t help the smile that once again spread across her face as she took in the delicious scent of Bridget post-sex.
“You always do, baby, you always do.” Bridget hummed, completely spent and barely audible, as they both drifted off to sleep.