“Spread a little wider, baby,”
Barbara does as she is told, promptly feeling Brooke’s hand slide a little lower between her legs. “Oh.”
“You’re welcome.”
She can’t help but chuckle, feeling Brooke’s soft breath against her ear, her back against Brooke’s chest. She is being so gentle and patient about it that Barbara can’t quite believe.
But of course, this is very different from the days when they’d have a quickie before a concert, very different from when Brooke would mark her body all over as a kind of souvenir to whoever would fuck her later. Brooke’s hand against her is so light that Barbara only remembers it’s still there when it starts moving again, tentatively.
It’s the first time she is letting someone touch her after pregnancy. She could handle friendly kisses and has even cozied up to cuddling with Dash in the later months, but anything more provocative was a firm no. Her body feels like a mere extension of Grace’s, Grace’s whims being her whims, Grace’s pain being her pain. She must be alert, always available to her daughter. Even thinking of sex feels inappropriate.
But this afternoon the five months old Grace is enjoying a nice summer breeze around Houston, the men she will one day address as fathers enjoying their own day off as they carry their little baby. Barbara’s original plan was to do laundry and have a nap.
Her nap was supposed to be right now. She had never been known to resist Brooke’s charms, anyway. “You can go a bit faster, baby.”
She moans at the feeling of Brooke kissing her neck, gasping at the way her fingers were still able to find just the right spot to get Barbara melting in her hands. The house dress she was wearing now only covered her breasts, as Brooke kept working between her legs.
“I missed this.”
“I missed having you like this.”
Barb chuckles again, her eyes fluttering under much needed pleasure. She had been having such stressful months— obviously, since she had a full baby at home now. She was learning to be a mother. She was getting used to having Brooke and Dash in a space that used to belong to her and Jim (but mostly her). She was working all the time, making sure things were working out, making sure everyone was happy and content with their situation, making sure that Grace was alive and well. So much to carry on her shoulders.
She turns her body to face Brooke’s, holding her face with both hands so she could give her a desperate, longing kiss. Brooke had been so good to her. Even when she tried to push her away.
The kiss they share ends up sloppy and messy the way they like it, a sliver of saliva connecting them when they pull away to catch their breath. Barbara positions Brooke’s hand between her legs again, smiling. “Go on.”
Brooke didn’t need to be told twice. It’s more intimate that way: they can look directly at each other’s faces, Barbara can see the way Brooke can’t help smiling at her moaning expressions. Doesn’t take long for her to come, and when it happens, Brooke glues their foreheads together, their bodies so close she shakes together with Barbara. When Barbara feels better, she wraps her legs around Brooke, a lazy hand on Brooke’s hip.
“Don’t think I will let you go so easily.”
“Not even for a minute, baby.”