“Mmm, god, fill me up baby,” Tina pleaded.  “One more finger…”

            Bette lifted her head to look at Tina through the mirror.  “Are you sure?” she asked, slowing her thrusts a bit.  “I don’t want to hurt you, T.”

            “Please, baby… I want to feel all of you.  Please…”

            Bette slowly inserted a third finger into Tina.  It was an incredibly tight fit, and Bette studied her face in the mirror the entire time. 

            “It’s okay, baby.  It’s okay,” Tina reassured her.  She did feel a lot of pressure, but no pain.  And she had an overwhelming desire to have as much of Bette in her as possible.

            Bette picked up the pace gradually, still looking into Tina’s eyes.  She placed kisses on Tina’s shoulder and the side of her neck.  Soon, the feeling of pressure started to subside and Tina was once again rocking her body back into Bette’s.  She was moaning deep guttural moans now. 

            “Unngh, fuck! Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

            Bette fucked her faster, their hands gripping the sink impossibly tight.  Bette felt Tina start to tighten around her fingers, locking her inside.  The feeling of this happening never ceased to make Bette feel like she might explode. 

            “Cum for me, baby.  You’re right there,” Bette whispered into her ear.

            Tina’s body went rigid for a second as she struggled to keep her eyes open.  She licked her bottom lip quickly, the way she always did right before she came.  With one more thrust, Tina let out a wail that lasted several seconds and her body slumped down over the sink.  Bette used her arm to keep Tina from falling, and slowly spun her around to face her.  She lifted Tina up slightly so that she was sitting on the sink and stepped into the space between her legs.  She wrapped Tina’s calves around her body and pulled Tina into an airtight hug. 

            Both women panted into the embrace, taking several moments to come down from the high of making love.  Bette brushed the hair out of Tina’s face and kissed her forehead tenderly. 

            “I love you so much,” Bette whispered, pulling Tina closer against her body. 

            “I love you, too,” Tina answered, kissing the underside of Bette’s chin. 

            After a few more minutes, Bette helped Tina down and laid her work clothes out for her.  At this point they were at least 20 minutes late to open the store, but neither could possibly care less.