“No. Can you?”

Tina craned her neck. “Only if I turn like that. Which means no one can see us, babe. And the only one that would even contort themselves to look that hard would be Alice.”

Tina’s fingers circled the fabric over Bette’s clit.

“But you know she likes to catch us in the act.” Bette pulled Tina against her, letting her hand brush her cheek, pulling her chin down with her thumb, separating Tina’s alluring lips.

“It has been awhile since the last time she walked in on us. So what if she does? It’d be like our gift for her.” Tina sneered, a naughty grin framing her breathy exhale in Bette’s ear, “Anyone would be lucky to watch us.”

Bette’s knees buckled and a gurgle hitched in her throat. For fuck sake, this woman. My woman. Her mouth was suddenly too dry to speak and she grabbed hold of the shorter woman’s shoulders. Tina steadied Bette against the shelf before dipping her fingers under the fabric in Bette’s pants. Tina hummed collecting the warm juices oozing from her lover. She never tired of having this affect on Bette. A little dirty talk always made her wife gush. Tina brought her fingers into her mouth torturing Bette with an enticing eye fuck and sweet sucking sounds.

“I told you I just wanted to taste you today.” Tina seductively licked her lips. “You’re fucking delicious…”

Bette couldn’t resist the tantalizing display. She grabbed the front of Tina’s shirt pulling her flush against her body. She explored the inside of Tina’s mouth, her tongue latching onto Tina’s finger before pulling it into her own mouth.

Tina responded with a lustful growl, tilting Bette back against the shelf, their slippery shirts letting her easily slide down Bette’s front. She could see Bette’s hard nipples jutting through her shirt so she rolled her tongue over one before fully lashing at the other. The dampness of the silk made Bette shiver with excitement. She arched under Tina, her ass lifting off the shelf. Tina could feel the tremble in Bette’s core so she swung her arm around Bette’s waist to hold her up. Tina’s finger moved in and out of Bette’s mouth. Bette gently biting down as Tina’s head grazed side to side until the front of the striped shirt was one dark color. Bette relaxed her hips and grasped Tina’s wrist pulling her finger from her mouth. She slid Tina’s hand down between her legs. Her other hand pushing the top of Tina’s head to get her down on her knees. She controlled the rhythm of their hands over her pants as Tina’s teeth pulled Bette’s belt completely off, allowing Bette’s pants to fall open. Tina could smell Bette’s arousal as she lifted Bette’s shirt to kiss her stomach.