HEREAFTER. Chapter 5. Turning circles going no where.

Flashback:

Tina, baby. Please just pick up one, only you can worry so much, is just a couch you know

No Bette is not a couch, not a love sit, is a sofa and I have lots of ideas for this one so… has to be perfect

Bette groaned, that morning Tina had woke up with the idea that they needed a reading sofa and wont take No for an answer.

Ok how about this one

No too small

Too small Bette whined a person can perfectly fits in there Tina

five days later

sweat was dripping along Bette spine, her leg when out of place knocking the lamp next to her as she desperately try to hold onto something in a vain attempt to steady her ragged breaths, she arched her back giving more access, Tina was just swirling her tongue around Bettes nipple, lightly sucking enjoying the hardness of it,

Baby please

Both of Tinas hands travel along Bette ribcage to come to rest on her hips while she kept on teasing both *****. Bette move her hands to Tinas neck trying to pull her face for a kiss

Hands back Bette or Ill stop

Baby I need you Bette cried,

God that almost made Tina *****, she loved to hear that need and lust on Bettes voice, she let the tip of her tongue travel all the way up to her Bette lips and Bette went for the kiss but Tina backed away, only to return and whisper something on Bettes lips not quite kissing them, only driving her mad

Youre mine and Ill have you my way

Bette knew better than keep fighting this, Tina had brought her to almost climax for three times and she was about to pass out yes am yours please just take me, Tee God just take me she shout too desperate above just begging,

Tina took her mouth in an intense kiss taking all the passion Bette was filling her with, one hand went to Bettes behind to keep her in place the other went again to that warm she was craving to invade, she took two fingers inside, all too fast to her liking but couldnt help it, with Bette slippery state, the finally granted kiss become to much and they had to brake it, only gasps and moans filled the other wise silent room the rhythm was frenetic, the crescendo almost unbearable, the inevitable fear of let go, the unbelievable release, the unadulterated bliss