I woke up to the feel of Bette’s arms around me. I cherish that feeling. She’s the perfect mix of strength and vulnerability. Her hair, her relaxed expression, and her slow, steady breathing are all signs that a deep, peaceful sleep has over taken her.  I wish I knew what was causing these nightmares she’s been having so frequently as of late. She won’t say exactly what they entail, but whatever happens in those nightmares wake her up frightened.

A few hours ago, she woke up, and I was able to comfort her. I hate that helpless look she always gets after one of these nightmares so I held her, and it turned into passion. She pleased me in a way that she had never done before. She’s always been an excellent lover, but this time, it was different. She was gentle and compassionate, yet fiery and aroused. She skillfully took me higher and higher before making me abruptly come down. I get tingles just thinking about it. I want to wake her to return the favor, but I can’t bear to interrupt her sleep. I know she needs it.

I slowly move out of Bette’s grasp to take a shower. The water is so hot that it’s turning my skin red. I feel almost as if I’m on fire, but the heat is nothing compared to what’s happening between my legs. For some reason, my mind reverts to Bette and our lovemaking a few hours ago. I can’t control it, but the urge to replicate that mind-blowing orgasm makes itself manifest. I bite my lip as I picture the way Bette kissed me, the way her tongue ran over my lips before entering my mouth. I remember the way her lips caressed my neck. I move my hand up to my nipple as I remember the way she suckled it. I twist it as it hardens, similar to the way she softly nibbled on it. Any wetness between my thighs at this point is definitely not because of the water. Nobody has that effect on me except my Bette.

Feeling the desire build, I knew I had to release it before I exploded. I slowly moved my hand lower to the place that Bette had captured earlier. I brush the tip of my finger against my clit, remembering the way Bette’s tongue had massaged it. A primal groan escapes my lips as I feel how wet I am. I’m drenched and so close to cumming already. I move my finger under my hood, and touch that ultra sensitive spot that makes me tremble. Almost instantly, I can feel my clit harden. My breathing is beyond labored; I can feel a thin layer of sweat forming on my forehead.