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"That was…it was….well, you've clearly had a lot of practice at that…"She smiled as Bernie gathered her into her arms. Serena found herself shyly surveying Bernie's lithe body; she ran her fingertips over her breasts, across her abdomen to the elastic of her underwear. She wanted to touch her so badly but would she make a complete hash of it?... She didn't want to ruin what had felt pitch perfect so far. Christ. Why hadn't she ever googled this? Watched a lesbian film to get a vague idea of what happens in there? You're a surgeon for gods sake Campbell with an intimate knowledge of anatomy – how hard can it be?..
She ached as she felt Bernie try to fight against the tension still coursing through her body, clearly reluctant to take Serena's hand across that elastic boundary. Serena pushed a fingertip underneath the fabric and traced a line across her abdomen, her breath caught as Bernie's hips angled upwards; her fists were clenched around twisted folds of blanket and she buried her face into the pillow. Bernie wanted her so urgently it was almost painful but she couldn't ask; it had to come from Serena.
"Em….is this okay...I want to…." Serena's face flushed. Her eyes flicked briefly to the breached boundary of fabric before meeting Bernie's eyes. Bernie held her gaze, trying to steady her breathing as she hooked her thumbs into her underwear and slid them towards her knees before kicking them off. The sight of Bernie completely naked smelted Serena's panic into raw, feral hunger. She ran her hands along the length of the trauma surgeon's torso, feeling her nipples stiffen as she grazed them with her teeth before sucking gently, firmly; shuddering as felt each nervous jolt of excitement course though Bernie's body. She slid her fingers along the very apex of her inner thigh, teasing; Bernie's pleading groans buried into the pillow. Serena traced a tentative finger between Bernie's legs, pushing deeper to find soft, wet, hidden contours. She was suddenly consumed with a need to taste, to explore with her mouth. Was this going to be okay? Was it something people did without prior discussion?...She couldn't think this one through – it just had to happen – now.
Serena planted a southward trail of tongue driven kisses along Bernie's abdomen, a warning shot that something a little unexpected was about to happen. She took her anterior superior iliac spines into her mouth, first one then the other, biting, licking the sharp inner ridge before traversing inferiorly to the border of skin and soft curled hairs. Bernie could barely breathe; of all the scenarios she had silently imagined over the last few months she had never strayed into this one. She and Alex had never… …and with Marcus it was something to be briefly tolerated rather than enjoyed. Would she really….was she really going to…Her thoughts stopped dead as Serena's mouth found her, sucking gently and circling her clit, tracing long, slow lines with her tongue. Bernie cried out, disarmed, desperate to hold on and experience this overwhelming feeling for more than a few minutes but it was going to be almost impossible. Her hips bucked wildly then settled into a slower rhythm, steadied by Serena's hands as she licked, kissed and sucked relentlessly, faster, deeper.
Serena could feel Bernie getting closer, her breathing rapid and stertorous. She couldn't get enough of these new sensations; her taste, how she felt against her mouth, and the seismic jolts through her body when Serena flicked her tongue across her clit. Bernie couldn't hold on any longer; she whispered through strangled, guttural breaths "….I'm,….It's…". She came hard, desperately trying to steady her hips so as not to lose contact with Serena Campbell's exquisite mouth.