Tina reached over and watched as Bette’s eyes widened, comprehension dawning as she realized where that hand was headed. Answering Bette’s smile with her own, Tina leaned in and whispered against Bette’s ear.


“Now, let me show you..”


Taking the soft lobe of Bette’s ear into her warm mouth, Tina once again ran a strawberry along Bette’s skin. Using its coolness to harden already hard nipples, loving the feel of the goosebumps she could feel breaking out along Bette’s arms, she slowly tracked the strawberry down over her wife’s belly button. Following the fine hair down to the center of both their attentions, Tina gently moved the fruit through Bette’s wetness, letting the tips of her fingers brush against Bette’s ***** with each pass of the strawberry. When she was satisfied that she had teased both the strawberry and Bette to their breaking points, she brought the wet fruit directly between her and Bette’s lips. Laying her other hand on the small of her wife’s back, pressing lightly, Tina turned the tip of the strawberry so that it was facing Bette’s mouth.


“You still want some, baby?” Tina whispered her question, her seduction starting to take its own toll on her, as she became acutely aware of the ache building between her legs. Not bothering to wait for an answer, Tina slid the strawberry between Bette’s lips and watched, enraptured, as Bette greeted Tina’s offering with her tongue.


Swirling her tongue around the tip, Bette never took her eyes off of Tina as she drew the strawberry into her mouth, severing it from its stem in a sensual closing of her mouth. Daring Tina to look away, Bette began to chew, purposely letting the juices coat the closed line of her lips. Bette licked her lips once before cupping the base of Tina’s skull and pulling her in for a frenzied kiss, passing the fruit and her wetness between them. Bette could feel Tina’s desire in the desperation behind the kiss. She knew her wife’s body almost as well, if not better, than her own. And she knew that should she reach her long fingers down between them, she’d find Tina wet and open, her ***** begging for attention. As much as she wanted Tina to make love to her again, the temptation of making Tina come was too much.


Using the kisses as distraction, Bette eased herself closer to the edge of the counter, groaning deep into the kiss as she felt Tina’s hands pulling tighter on her lower back. Untangling her fingers from Tina’s soft hair, Bette lowered her hands to the countertop, releasing Tina’s mouth from the heat of her own.


“Step back, baby.” Bette commanded softly, running her toes lightly behind Tina’s calves. She could see the hesitation in her wife’s eyes, as her body warred between wanting to touch Bette and needing Bette to touch her. Bette let her body make the decision for both of them as she eased herself down off the counter and came up flush against her wife’s body, counting on Tina’s hands to steady her as her shaky legs found purchase on the kitchen floor.


Wrapping one arm across the back of her wife’s shoulders and using the other to guide her hips, Bette spoke softly in Tina’s ear, her smooth voice roughened by desire.


“Come here.”


Kissing the side of Tina’s neck, pressing her lips against the pulse point, Bette navigated Tina’s body until she was standing before one of the dining room chairs. Pulling away from Tina, Bette eased her trim frame onto the soft cushion of the chair, her breath catching as her wetness came into contact with the smooth surface. Leaning back in the chair, Bette rested her palms along her thighs, patting her fingers and fixing Tina with a sly look.


“Come. Here.” Bette spoke, running her tongue along her bottom lip.


Tina felt helpless to do anything but submit to the sensual promises carried in the tone of Bette’s voice. Moving forward, Tina inhaled deeply as Bette brought those strong hands to her waist and guided her gently until she was straddling Bette’s warm thighs. With her weight supported easily by the muscles she could feel flexing beneath her, Tina had the delicious sensation of being completely at Bette’s mercy. Shifting until she was settled comfortably against her wife’s body, Tina planted her feet against the heavy wooden rungs of the chair, flushing suddenly as she realized the potential of this leverage.


Watching as the blush spread across Tina’s cheeks, Bette noticed her wife drop her eyes and look away briefly, an almost shy smile caressing the corners of her mouth. Taking her time as she let her thumbs start to trace small circles along her wife’s inner thighs, Bette waited for Tina to look at her again. After a few seconds, Bette gently squeezed the muscles beneath her fingers, sweeping her thumbs ever closer to Tina’s wet *****. This got her wife’s attention as Tina instinctively brought her gaze back to Bette’s, grasping her hands along Bette’s forearms.


“Mmmmm, are you playing shy with me, T?” Bette quietly asked, finally bringing her thumbs to run along the outside of Tina’s *****, taking a deep breath as she felt the dampness where thigh met the beginnings of soft curls.


Unable to break Bette’s heated stare, Tina could only shake her head no, imperceptibly gripping Bette’s forearms tighter, her own thumbs lightly digging into the crook of her elbows.


“No?” Sliding her thumbs closer together and resting the tips of her fingers along the soft outline of Tina’s stomach muscles, Bette slowly spread her wife’s wet, swollen lips, barely exposing her most sensitive bundle of nerves.


Dipping her thumbs lower, stifling a groan as they were instantly bathed in Tina’s wetness, Bette moved them painstakingly slow against Tina’s *****. She paused for a moment as Tina relinquished her hold on her forearms and slid her hands to come to rest along Bette’s neck, stroking the underside of her jaw.


“Are you sure?”


“Yesssss”


Sucking air through her teeth, Bette felt Tina’s wetness starting to spread to the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. Raising her left hand to her mouth, keeping the teasing strokes with her right, Bette slowly licked the wetness off of her palm, trailing her tongue along her thumb.


“Then why were you blushing, baby?”


“Becausebecause,” Tina groaned her answer, finding it harder and harder to formulate thoughts as Bette moved the fingers of her right hand and held them lightly against her *****, pushing two fingers in to the first knuckle.


“Because?” Bette echoed, using her left hand to pull her wife closer to her, faces only inches apart. Pushing in deeper, Bette kept her hand still, using just the very tips of her fingers to flick rhythmically against Tina’s inner velvet walls.


“I wantIplease, Bettebecause,” Tina exhaled, resting her forehead against Bette’s, looking down at those parted lips so close to her own. Sliding her hands down from her wife’s neck to grab the back of the chair, Tina pushed up on her toes a bit, tipping her hips towards Bette’s fingers, pulling them deeper inside.


“Because you wanted this.” Curling her fingers for emphasis.


“Bette”


“Tell me.” Surprising both of them a bit, Bette suddenly withdrew her fingers, holding the stillness of the moment briefly before pushing through Tina’s wetness to drive into her again. Using her other hand to support the small of her wife’s back, Bette thrust her strong fingers inside of Tina’s *****, brushing her thumb intermittently against her *****.


“I wanted”


“Tell me.”


Gripping the back of the chair even harder, Tina lifted her body, thigh muscles flexing gracefully as she pushed off the rungs of the chair with her feet. Holding herself slightly above Bette’s thighs for a brief moment, Tina looked down and held Bette’s gaze, taking satisfaction in the desire she could feel coming off of Bette in waves.


“I wantedthis.” And with that, Tina slowly drove herself down onto Bette’s fingers, moaning loudly as she felt Bette slip deep within her belly. Pushing up again, Tina arched her back, brushing the soft skin of her ***** against Bette, coming down and pulling Bette inside of her. Building a steady rhythm, grunting a bit each time those long fingers stroked deep inside, Tina rocked her body against Bette, shivering as the sound of her wetness mingled with the sunlight in the kitchen.


Bette felt her own wetness seeping from inside of her, tremors fluttering across her lower belly as she watched her wife move against her fingers. Love and desire flared hot and strong, reducing Bette to shaky breaths and answering groans. Bringing her other hand around to touch Tina, Bette pressed her thumb firmly against Tinas *****, letting her wife dictate the pace and pressure as she continued to move her hips against Bettes fingers. Watching as Tina took her pleasure, feeling her tighten around her fingers as she got closer and closer to coming, her senses inundated with the way Tina smelled, and sounded, and felt at that moment, Bette clenched her jaw as small waves of pleasure pulsed from between her legs.


Tina felt her thighs straining to maintain the pace that her body was dictating, the sunlight body glinting off the slight sheen of sweat breaking out across her body. Glancing down, Tina watched as Bettes fingers disappeared in between her legs and her thumb rubbed against where she was most sensitive, the combined sight stealing her ability to breathe. Hearing the familiar groan signaling her wifes *****, Tinas chest constricted even more, her stomach trembling in preparation for her own impending release.


Letting go of the back of the chair, Tina scraped her fingers along Bettes skull, grasping those long, curly tresses and pulling her wife in for a desperate kiss, groaning at the first touch of their tongues. The urgent desire to be filled by Bette, to be claimed by her, swept through Tinas body and finally pulled the ***** from deep inside her. Moving her hips in jerky motions, breaking off the kiss to pull Bette tighter to her body, Tina let the ***** race through her body. Pressing her lips to Bettes temple as the aftershocks tumbled over her, exhaling as Bette started to slow the thrust of her fingers before pulling out all together.


Curving her hands over Tinas back, Bette cradled her wife against her, shifting slightly so they were pressed from thigh to chest. Running her fingers along Tinas spine, mingling sweat and wetness, Bette placed soft kisses against the cheek resting near her mouth, whispering sweet, loving words. Bette nuzzled the side of her wifes neck, smiling as felt Tina turn and rest her head against her shoulder.


I love you, baby.


Mmmm, I love you too, T.


Bette?


Yeah?


Giggling now, Were gonna need another shower.