Tina’s expression changes almost immediately. She looks down at Bette, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face as she runs her fingers through her dark hair. “Oh, yeah?”
Bette slides her hands around Tina’s waist, thumbs pressing into the soft curve of her hips. “Yeah.”

Tina tilts her head, her breath catching slightly. “And what exactly did you have in mind, Ms. Porter?”

Bette smiles up at her, eyes dark with intention. “Well, for starters, I thought we could spend the rest of the evening focusing on something a hell of a lot more interesting than Michelle.”

Tina chuckles, the sound low and throaty. “Such as?”

Bette gently draws her closer until their bodies are nearly flush. “Us.”

Tina’s smile softens, warmth flooding her gaze. “Us, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Bette leans forward and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to Tina’s stomach, feeling the tremor run through her. She looks up again, holding Tina’s gaze as she reaches down and slides her hands up Tina’s calves, past her knees, under the hem of her skirt. Her palms glide over the warm skin of Tina’s thighs. Tina lets out a gentle moan and throws her head back when Bette’s hand cups her firmly over the damp silk of her underwear.

Bette peppers kisses along Tina’s midsection again, each one deliberate, lingering as she guides Tina down onto her lap so she’s straddling her. Tina slowly settles onto Bette’s thighs, sliding her hands into Bette’s hair as Bette pushes the skirt up higher, bunching it around Tina’s waist. The black lace panties hug her ass perfectly, and Bette traces the edge with one finger before slipping underneath.

They continue to kiss deeply, hungry, as Bette touches Tina again, sliding the underwear aside to expose her fully. She drags one finger slowly through Tina’s slick heat, from back to front, and Tina gasps sharply, their eyes locking as Bette takes Tina’s swollen clit between two fingers and begins making slow, firm circles

Tina gasps harder this time, moaning louder as she grinds herself against Bette’s hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. “Bette…”

Bette licks her lips as she stands effortlessly with Tina in her arms. She turns and lays Tina gently onto the bed, never breaking contact. She slides two fingers inside her in one smooth motion, watching as Tina throws her arms over her head and closes her eyes, hips lifting to meet every thrust as she moves to Bette’s rhythm….