“Don’t speak.”

Bette moaned at the order. She slipped her thumb into Tina’s jeans, eager to massage the swollen clit but Tina pushed her hand away.

Tina stood from Bette’s lap, a fire raging under the creamy skin.

“Get up.”

Bette did as she was told.

“Jesus, baby.” Tina panted as her wife stood up, the full effect of the outfit forcing Tina to remove her own jeans when she felt the flood of wetness ruin her lace panties. Bette stood in front of her, svelte naked legs that started at the hem of the sweatshirt and ended with the red heels. Tina moved her hands under the sweatshirt to find black boy shorts hugging her wife’s perfect ass. Her lips trailed the seam of the angled collar of the sweatshirt dipping her tongue into Bette’s braless cleavage.

Bette took the sweatshirt off before Tina forced her against the wall with her chest. Tina angled her face into Bette’s neck, licking and nipping at the delicious skin while she grabbed Bette’s hips. Her fingers left scratch marks as she moved her hands to Bette’s breasts, pinching her nipples before trailing her fingers down her abs and to the rim of her underwear.

“My god I need to have you right now.” Tina huskily mumbled as she pressed her body tightly against Bette.

Bette tried again to palm between her wife’s legs but Tina pushed her away. Tina hovered over Bette’s mouth and throatily warned. “Don’t touch me.”

Bette gasped as Tina pinned her arms over her head.

“Don’t move.”

Tina shimmied down Bette’s front, her lips and lace-covered breasts acting in tandem to send intense shivers throughout Bette’s body. The blonde dropped to her knees, her tongue tasting the sweet skin of her wife’s abdomen before teasing it over the center of Bette’s soaked shorts. Tina took the thin cotton in between her teeth and pulled them down from her wife’s hips.

Bette could see the hunger in Tina’s eyes as she looked down at her wife kneeling in front of her. Her own breathing now frazzled watching Tina’s mouth remove her underwear. The sight of Tina slipping them down each leg and over the red heels caused her hips to buck forward.

“Fuck me.” Tina groaned as her hands moved the black material over the red patent leather.