“Oh, fuck, you are so bad!” Bette laughed, placing her fingers on the buttons on her blouse.

As I watched Bette slowly remove each article of apparel, my clit began to pulsate. When she revealed her bare breasts, I began to throb, then ache. I massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples.

“Helena, I told you, it drives me fucking crazy when you do that,” Bette said softly, taking her time in wriggling her pants down over her hips.

“Hurry, Bette! FTD,” I commanded.

Grinning broadly, Bette crawled across the bed and stretched out next to me. She took me in her arms, pressing our flesh together tenderly and entwining our legs. Her thigh pressed against my wet desire. Our breasts touched flirtatiously. Gazing in my eyes, Bette caressed the loose tendrils from my face.

“That’s better,” I whispered soothingly, “feeling your warm, soft skin against mine.”

Bette leaned in to brush her lips back and forth against mine. But what began as a gentle kiss quickly escalated to a rising level of burning emotion and all-consuming passion. In moments, we were devouring each other hungrily with our mouths.

Our bodies writhed against each other as we licked and gnawed and sucked the other’s neck and breasts. With every pleasing movement, our moans drowned out the moans of the love that lay next to us. The blazing heat we were generating caused a glow of perspiration to coat our skin.

Each of us was seeking eagerly to please and to rouse the other to orgasm first. But Bette gained control of our undeclared contest and deftly manipulated her fingers between my legs, entering me easily with two fingers. She stroked in and out of my moisture-filled hollow.

“You were so ready, Sweetheart,” Bette whispered, as I moaned and whimpered in my pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, gasping for air.

Bette massaged me and I came, rolling over into her arms to recover.

Peppering my face with tiny kisses, Bette suggested, “Why don’t we take a nap before dinner?”

“To get you rested for your surprise?” I jested.

“You mean the flowers weren’t my surprise?” Bette asked in disbelief.

“Not even close, Darling,” I whispered and grinned.

“Hmm. You certainly have me intrigued,” she responded.

I laughed. “Well, I should hope so.”

“Speaking of intriguing, will you wear something sexy for me tonight at dinner?” Bette requested, whispering. “Something that provides a lot of scenery when I’m not gazing into your beautiful eyes? Something that reveals a lot of skin, and accentuates your nipples?”

“Mischievous!” I laughed. “You are absolutely, incorrigibly mischievous!”

“Guilty, as charged,” Bette said.