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A Deeper Song, post 26
The kiss set them off. It was meant to be quick but turned passionate.
Tina moaned as Bette took her mouth. They had not made love since the day of Rowan’s birth eight almost nine weeks ago. Dr. Wilson had given Bette a clean bill of health and informed them dispassionately they could resume sexual activity. Between learning Rowan and their exhaustion from night time feedings they often feel into exhausted sleep.
Bette allowed her hand to travel down Tina’s side. Grazing the side of her breast, the curve of hip, down to her thigh. The feel of Tina’s skin, soft and smooth thrilled her as always. She moved her hand into the tangle of curls, which framed Tina’s hot core. Tina opened her thighs to give Bette better access. Bette cupped her and chuckled not entering her but aware of the wetness that met her fingers.
“Have you missed me?” Bette met the hazel eyes, which were clouded with passion.
“Very much.” Tina answered breathless.
“Hold my place.” Bette kissed her then hopped out of bed. When she returned she was strapped and her six-inch friend was at the ready. It was Bette’s contention that size was irrelevant it’s what you did with it.
Tina’s eyes widened and her arousal hit another level. She could feel herself getting wetter. Bette crawled up the bed and began to lick her inner thighs until Tina was quivering with need. She spread her thighs and touched her tongue to Tina’s hard clit eliciting a moan from Tina.
“T, I need to fuck you.” Bette panted, inserting the tip of the dildo inside Tina. She watched as the dark shaft entered her woman. Inch by inch she filled her.
“Oh god” Tina moaned. “Yes, Bette. Yes.”
Once she had buried her friend to the hilt she began to move inside her. She pulled back almost withdrawing only to bury herself in Tina again. Tina wrapped her arms and legs around her holding on for dear life as she met Bette’s thrusts with increasing urgency. They moved together in a dance they had perfected from the first time their bodies had joined. Bette grabbed Tina’s ass and cupped her cheeks as she moved within her taking them both higher and higher with each stroke.
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(26 votes, average: 4.27 out of 5)
That was funny!
Catherine is funny…I can imagine whats going through her mind tho…she’s holding on to the last remnants of her daughter, Rowan and Bette…pps
Funny!!! Catherine better get a grip. No Montclair for Bette ever again.
This chapter was just as great as the last.
of course I love the story and the “have you met Tina Kennard?” line is brilliant…I feel so for Catherine…