Tina squirmed where she sat. Licked her lips. Ran her hand through her hair. Bette gave a knowing laugh: these were all her wife’s tells. She raised the lid to reveal shocking-pink velvet housing the black straps of the harness like a piece of archival fashion.

‘God,’ Tina whispered.

Battling her impatience, she lifted the leather piece by its heavy brass ring, the metal clinking softly in the quiet room. She looked at Bette, who just said, ‘Stand up.’

Tina stood. Close enough that Bette could feel the heat from her skin. They locked eyes. This wasn’t something they did a lot, but all the parts of the ritual were important. Bette watched the slight shift in Tina’s breathing as the cold leather first met her skin. It was an exquisite contrast: the unyielding, hand-stitched harness framing the sweet, familiar curves of Tina’s hips and ass. She loved the weight of it, the way the polished brass buckles demanded patience. It was an act of tailoring, an act of worship. 

The left hip strap went through its buckle. Bette’s fingers smoothed down the leather, ensuring it sat perfectly flush. 

‘How’s that?’ 

Tina let out a shaky breath, her hands resting lightly on Bette’s shoulders for balance. 

‘It’s good.’

‘You look incredible.’ 

Tina looked down. The toy was beautiful: plush, dual-density silicone, warm to the touch, nice weight. 

Bette tightened the final strap around the lower back, then reached for the bottle on Tina’s nightstand, dispensing silk-infused gel into her wife’s hands. Tina rubbed her palms together a little, just for theatre, then stroked the lube over the toy.

‘You need any?’

‘No.’

Bette’s voice was a raw whisper. Her eyes, always dark,  shimmered like sweet black coffee. She took a pillow and put it under her hips, her eyes never leaving Tina’s hands, which never left the toy, stroking, stroking. And then she leaned over her, the folds of her robe brushing Bette’s thighs as they kissed.

‘Don’t wait.’

Tina took the toy and set it against Bette’s pussy. She was wet. No, she was soaked. The toy nudged in and Bette moaned. Tina closed her eyes and thrust a little further.

‘Oh God . . . Tee, just fuck me . . .’

She pulled at Tina’s hips, then played with her nipples. That made Tina thrust further, her straight arms either side of Bette’s head as she looked down at the toy as it moved. She was all the way now, fucking her deep, Bette’s head thrown back, her brow furrowed in ecstasy. Tina felt herself rising, every moan ramping her higher . . .