Tina was struggling to keep herself under control, letting out low, breathy moans between kisses, she was quickly becoming frustrated by the thin yet obtrusive barrier that was her underwear. This frustration however, was nothing compared to that building inside Bette as she struggled to contend not only with her underwear but with her pants as well.

Tina, sensing her torturously good discomfort reached a hand between them, stopping only to stroke Bette once through the fabric of her pants,  made quick work of the drawstring. Pulling her mouth away from Bette’s slightly she took a deep breath in as she prepared to make contact with Bette’s center for the first time. This first touch always seemed to do just as much for Tina as it did for Bette, and Bette could feel her lover shudder slightly in pleasure as she ran a finger right up the center of Bette’s wetness.

‘Oh god Bette…’ Tina trailed off, lost in an aroused haze as she lowered her mouth to Bette’s clothed breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples through the lace.

Tina’s fingers were expertly playing at Bette’s core, like a master pianist on a grand piano, striking just the right notes at just the right time, in a well practiced manner she could rely on to elicit moans of pleasure from her lover. But Bette reached between them, and with a great effort pulled Tina’s hand out of her pants.

‘Baby, lets slow this down a bit, there’s no Angelica, no work, nowhere to be – we’ve got all the time in the world…’

Tina only smiled, and lowered her mouth down to Bette’s neck, sucking, biting and blowing she moved her way down one side and up to her other ear whilst her hands came to settle at Bette’s breasts.

Bette arched her back as she pushed her head back into the pillows, offering her breasts more completely to Tina while at the same time allowing her to reach behind Bette’s back and snap open her bra. Having undone the garment Tina reached back around to Bette’s front and , putting her hands between flesh and lace, palmed her breasts. Taking both nipples between her thumb and fore-finger whilst kneading Bette’s breasts with her whole hand Tina was driving Bette toward ecstasy. Her hips continued to grind upward against Tina’s, and whilst Tina’s hands were otherwise occupied on her breasts Bette decided to take the initiative and remove her pants. Struggling slightly she slid her hands between herself and Tina, fumblingslightly and realising she then needed Tina to adjust her position if she was going to actually get them down her legs.