“You are so wrong!” Bette exclaimed again, reaching for me and pulling me into her arms. “My God, you’re talent is astounding. This all makes me want to open another gallery and put your work on grand display for the whole world to see.”

I pulled Helena to the floor with me.

“I can’t resist the soul that can express beauty such as you just showed me,” I whispered. “I love you, Helena.”

I lay her prostrate on the floor and straddled her, bending down to take her lips with mine.

She lifted her head and shifted her weight, rolling me over. I lay below her. Our long gaze into one another’s eyes revealed the depth of our desire for each other. Reaching up, I tore open her blouse. The buttons popped around us. Helena reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Then she reached down with her teeth and bit a slit in the camisole I wore. Her hands ripped it open. She unclasped the front hook of my bra and leaned down to suck my nipples. Back and forth, one to the other, ravenously. I moaned and writhed beneath her.

“Fuck,” I cried out. “Let me get my pants off.”

Helena crawled off of me and knelt beside me. She unzipped my pants and bent over to place her nose in the opening. I wriggled. And she moved her head up to kiss my lips, placing her hand in my crotch. She maneuvered her fingers under my thong and stroked my wetness.

“God, you feel so good, Bette,” she breathed into my mouth. “I love you so much.”

I reached down to peel my slacks off my hips. She raised up, still kneeling, and removed her torn blouse and bra. Then she stood and removed her pants. She stood over me naked, and my hands caressed her lower legs.

“Bend your knees,” she said, taking a few steps back and kneeling at my feet. She wrested my jeans from my body and threw them to the side. Then she thrust her head between my legs and licked fervently.

As Helena’s tongue attended to me, my hips raised involuntarily. My mind saw visions of the paintings she had just shown me. I was intoxicated with her. With the beauty she displayed. With her art. No one had ever made me feel this way.

“Inside me. I need you inside me,” I breathed as best I could.

Her tongue entered me.

“Deeper, please,” I begged.

I could feel her tasting me. I could feel the moisture seep from me. I could feel her lapping at my juices. I could feel her love for me. I could feel her exit me and nibble around my clit. I grasped her head and pulled her closer. I felt her enter and exit me repeatedly with her tongue. She loved me. Helena loved me. I could feel it. And soon I climaxed, with a groan and an “Oh, God!”

Stretching out on the floor next to me, Helena held me.

When I regained my strength, I smiled at her and ran my fingers through her hair.

“You just outdid yourself, Sweetheart,” I said softly. “That was absolutely incredible.”

“That’s because I’m so absolutely incredibly in love with you,” Helena whispered before kissing me tenderly.

“I’m so glad the weekend is finally here, and we can spend it together,” I breathed.

Helena caressed my face with her hand. “Well, if I have my way over the next couple of days, you’ll be experiencing several encore performances.”

“Damn my luck,” I said teasingly, leaning in to kiss the woman who had captured my heart.