Mmm Tina murmured, her face flushed, pupils wide with desire.

Ill be gentle.. you tell me if youre not comfortable Bette said slipping her hand down Tinas arms and guiding her to their bed.

She supported Tina as she lowered herself onto the beds edge.

Tina lifted her arms, rested them on Bettes shoulders, smiled encouragingly into Bettes eyes.

Bette slid Tinas top over her head, leaned in and kissed her wife, her eyes lingering on the rounded curves of her face.

She slid her hands down Tinas back and released her bra, brushed it aside.

She knelt before her wife and let her eyes slide over her body, appreciating the fullness to her *****.

Tears filled Bettes eyes as she ran her hands over the warm smooth skin of Tinas *****, around the curve of their healthy growing child.

She leaned in and dropped a kiss on the bump, a soft tender kiss that said how much she loved them both.

Bette raised her eyes Are you sure youre OK with this?

Tina nodded, her eyes not leaving Bettes face. Bettes rapt expression was so full of love she felt she was floating.

Tina slowly closed her eyes, swallowed hard and opened them again Bette she said her voice full of longing.

Bettes heart thudded wildly in response.

She stood slowly.

Tinas eyes followed.

Bette abandoned her plan to quickly shed her clothes; instead she offered her wife an exclusive show.

Each button on her shirt was caressed before it was released, every inch of her skin touched and teased for her wifes benefit as the silky fabric was peeled away.

She watched Tinas face, saw the desire deepen further, the pink extending across her cheeks and down her neck.

Tina ran her tongue over her lips, she swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving Bettes hands as they ran down her caramel skin, cupped her *****, brushed across the silky skin of her torso and into the dark wet curls.

Tinas breathing became wilder, each exhaled breath a little heavier and Bette could see Tinas hand starting to inch downwards.

Let me Bette said.

Hurry Tina said, the urgency emphasized by her breathlessness.

Bette knelt on the bed beside her wife.

She slipped her hand over Tinas bump, under the waistband of her skirt and into her pants. She ran her finger through the wet silk eliciting a moan from Tinas lips.

She withdrew her fingers, slipped off Tinas skirt and pants and helped her move further onto the bed.

Bette ran her hand over Tinas stomach, felt the stretched smooth skin.

Baby.. Tina said quietly, twining her fingers into Bettes hair, begging Bette to focus on her.

Bettes attention shifted and she focused solely on her wife, her lover.

Please Tina whispered urgently.

Bette slipped across the bed and reached towards the massage oil sitting on her bedside table.

Tina caught her wrist, pulled her back and guided her hand downwards where it was needed.

Bette inched closer, leaned in and kissed her again as her right hand slid back into Tinas wet curls.

She massaged her gently unwilling to enter her wifes body so late in the third trimester.

She patiently worshipped Tinas body, supporting her as she arched into Bettes hand.

I love you.. Bette whispered; her eyes never leaving her wifes face as she slowly tipped over the edge of the abyss.