‘Oh….GOD…Bette’ Tina trailed off, she could no longer verbalise and was rapidly losing the ability to keep a steady rhythm going on Bette’s clit. She was hapharzadly pumping in and out of her lover in time with her thrusting hips, but Bette did not mind, the lost stimulation on her clit was more than made up for by the sounds she was eliciting from her lover, and the aural assault of the breathy groans was enough topush them both over the edge in the end.

‘Baby…I’m close…’ Tina choked out

‘I’m with you…Fuck!’ Bette’s reply came just a fraction of a second before the full force of the orgasm hit her, she spasmed around Tina’s hand and as she felt Bette come, Tina let herself go as well, grinding her hot core against Bette’s knee which was pushed up between her legs, she rode the orgasm out, her forehead right up against Bette’s, panting and out of breath.

Eventually Tina fell back on the bed, and disentangling herself from Bette and then rearranging the brunette more comfortably in her arms she let out a contented sigh.

‘I think this is going to be a good week’

Bette raised an eyebrow, but didn’t lift her head from where it lay on Tina’s chest.

‘Yeah…I think it’s going to be a great week. We’ve been officially on holidays for less than an hour and we’ve already managed to fit in a fuck.’

‘God do you have to be so crass?’ Tina winced slightly and admonished Bette with a soft push at her shoulder

‘Sorry baby, what I meant to say is that we’ve been on holidays less than an hour and have already managed to physically demonstrate our love for one another’ Bette replied, somewhat sarcastically

‘You are such a loser’

Tina smiled and kissed Bette’s hair.

They lay like that for a few minutes before Tina realised that Bette had dozed off, as she noticed the change in her breathing to deep and rhythmic breaths.

Tina shook her slightly ‘N-n-n-n-no, baby you can’t sleep now, you’ve got to adjust your body-clock, starting now.

Bette furrowed her brows in protest and buried her head further into Tina’s chest.

‘Bu…I sleepy now…’ came the muffled reply.

Tina, more insistently this time shook her wife again ‘I know ‘you sleepy now’, but we’ve got to get up, come on babe or else we’ll be stuck on LA time for a week. I noticed some great boutiques out in the street – what do you say we go for a little walk, do a bit of shopping?’

By now Tina had pulled herself into a sitting position while Bette had realised that much as she would like nothing more than to curl up and have a nap, her insistent wife simply would not allow it, and there was no use arguing with Tina on this. Tina go her way on issues such as this most of the time and Bette had learnt to choose her battles carefully, Bette sat up dutifully, searching for her discarded clothes as Tina excitedly got her things together…