Gail’s hand moved away from Bette, but before the younger woman could complain, Gail was on top of her, kissing her, then lifting slightly so their ***** connected, nipples rubbed against each other’s, and then she dropped so that one strong thigh slipped between Bette’s trembling legs.  Gail slowly began to rock up and forward against Bette and when Bette came to understand the rhythm she joined in, her own thigh pressing into Gail’s center, instantly getting coated with Gail’s juice.  Bette bit her bottom lip, holding back the cry in her chest.  They rocked together and stared into each other’s eyes.  Gail looked down between them and whispered, “Look what we’re doing.  This feels so good.  I love the way you move with me.  You’re making me feel so good.  You’re doing it just right.”

“Oh, God.”

Gail slowed her rocking and suddenly Bette tensed.  Only for a moment or two, Bette felt that she was losing control and it made her uneasy.  She swallowed, tried to calm and distance herself from this rising passion.  Gail detected that anxiety and lifted her body, leaning back to get a good view of Bette’s deep brown eyes.  “Bette?  Bette?”  She waited until Bette was looking at her and giving her full attention.  “Bette, remember when we talked about trust?  Trust me.  Trust that I want you to experience wonderful things tonight and will try my best to make that happen.  Trust that I won’t let you go.  I’ll take care of you, okay?”

Bette nodded as Gail moved her fingers back to Bette’s hot center.  Slowly, her body started moving lower.  Bette stared down at the journey, watching as Gail’s upper body moved between wide opened legs.  She lightly kissed Bette’s inner thighs and said, almost to herself, “So soft.  So warm,” then, “If I do anything you don’t like or don’t want, just tap me,” she said with a smile, just as she lifted Bette’s hips and buried her face in Bette’s delectably fragrant womanhood.

“Oh, *****!”  Bette’s fingers dug into the pile of thick carpeting as Gail’s tongue started at her hole and with the smallest, tightest circular motions moved up her *****, then back down.  She did this numerous times—swirling that hard tongue over Bette’s thin petals.  This was such a new feeling.  Bette had never expected it would feel this glorious.  Her abdomen jerked and contracted as she breathed deeply and moaned loudly.  “Oh, yeah.  Gail, oh, baby, right there,” she said when Gail’s nose brushed against Bette’s *****.  Bette listened to the slurping and smacking sounds that Gail was making and those sounds caused a head rush.