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‘I’m here,’ Tina repeated.
Another long stare, a wordless bond, and then Tina put her hand on Bette’s shoulder and gave her the type of push a lover always understands. Bette moved onto her back, the edge of her pearly teeth visible as she smiled. Tina kissed her once, then moved down the bed just as Bette opened her legs. She kissed and nipped at Bette’s inner thighs, letting her face skim her pussy, inhaling her scent. Swallowing, her mouth watering in anticipation, she glanced up. It looked like Bette had turned her head, might be playing with a finger in her mouth, but Tina couldn’t be sure, and she liked seeing that kind of thing so she quickly got off the bed and opened the drapes a little, bathing the room in a cool pre-dawn blue.
That was better. She got back on the bed and they kissed, Tina’s body pulsating with a desire to please her love. She moved down again and pushed her crotch against the mattress as she put two splayed fingers against Bette’s vulva and then laid a relaxed, flat tongue firmly over her swollen clit.
Bette exhaled long and low, breathing Tina’s name in a voice haloed in bliss.
Tina had an urge to touch herself but she resisted and instead curled her hands up and around Bette’s thighs, holding her tight as she now started rolling her warm, wet tongue, firm and rhythmic. Bette’s hand tangled in Tina’s hair, caressing her, guiding her as she opened her legs wider, tilting her hips up, her body growing wetter. Tina relished every drop, every musky molecule, sucking harder as one hand moved up to squeeze Bette’s breast while the other slipped under her ass, lifting her closer and making her squirm at the dual sensation of Tina’s fingers flicking her hard nipple in the exact same rhythm as her tongue on her clit.
A few moments passed and then Bette leaned up and placed a hand behind her head. Feeling her make the move, Tina looked up at her with eyes that were drowsy with passion, so into what she was doing that they made Bette smile and then laugh. Tina giggled too, the vibration making Bette flinch, but then she was back at work, Bette’s breathing now an uneven staccato as her climax neared. Tina held her fast as her back arched, Tina’s blood racing as she glanced up to see a great silhouette of Bette’s hard nipples and felt under her tongue the straining passion that swelled her clit.