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Tina frowned. She longed to hear Bette shout, wanted to yell herself hoarse with joy because the skin and hair and hands she could feel on her body right now belonged to Bette, and that made her feel like she was floating, wave after wave of pleasure and love.
So much love . . . a sea of love . . .
Both her hands were under Bette’s ass now, pushing her up towards her hungry mouth, sucking Bette’s clit like it was the last piece of candy in the world, delicate but demanding, and the taste and scent was all over Tina’s mouth and chin, running down her throat as she found a sweet ridge in the crumpled bed sheet and realised her own orgasm would be easy – and then Bette’s hips jerked and she pushed down hard against the bed. Tina had to move fast as Bette’s thighs clamped shut, pushing herself up onto Bette’s belly even as she drew up her own knees and climaxed with a sharp gasp of white-hot pleasure.
Tina was wrapped around Bette’s waist, Bette’s legs around Tina’s back, as they lay clutching each other in a hot, buzzing orgasmic haze. Tina’s eyes were screwed shut, her mind blown at how exciting it was to lose herself in Bette’s body again.
Presently, Bette pulled Tina up to lie fully on top of her and they kissed, slowly, blindly, drenched in the afterglow. Bette could taste herself all over Tina’s soft, supple lips. Tina leaned her forearms either side of Bette’s head, playing with her sweaty curls and murmuring ‘I missed you . . .’
Bette whispered I love you over and over, and Tina’s tongue flicked against hers, and slowly, gradually, they broke their kiss and focused their eyes on each other, sighing the sigh of desire slaked.
‘Did you come?’ Bette asked.
‘Do you want coffee?’
‘Oh God, yes!’
Bette got out of bed, grabbed her robe and went downstairs. While she was gone, Tina washed her face, pulled on her knickers and Bette’s discarded tank, and got back into bed. The sun was up now, the room awash in honey-coloured light. Tina checked her phone: almost six-thirty, perfect timing for coffee in bed before the day began.