“Tina, please. Don’t wait.”

Tina pulled Bette’s pants down and knelt in front of her bride. Her nose nudged Bette’s swollen clit that was aching to be released from the lace.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Tinaaa,” Bette gasped grabbing Tina’s head and twisting the blonde strands around her fingers.

Tina looked up at the soulful darkened eyes staring down at her. Her tongue drawing the moisture from the underside of the thong.

Bette repositioned herself on the shelf behind her, spreading her legs wider for Tina. Tina bit into the netting, pulling the small band of material to the side with her teeth, lapping at Bette’s drenched lips. Bette’s fingers scratched up the back of Tina’s neck before digging into the back of her head as she pressed Tina’s face further into her dripping center. Tina ran her tongue between the luscious folds up to her clit, letting her tongue flatten against the swollen nub. The overwhelming combination of Tina’s hot tongue and the cold fridge air had Bette tapping her foot.

Tina took her time between Bette’s legs. Her arms wrapped under the toned thighs, her fingers lightly brushing Bette’s sexy hip bones. Tina twirled her tongue over Bette’s clit and licked over and through her lips until she felt Bette’s knees squeezing the sides of her head. She then drove her tongue into Bette’s pulsating warmth, feasting on the taste of her wife that she had craved all morning. She moved in and out, harder and faster each time Bette’s head dropped back.

“Oh my god T! Keep going.”

Bette now had both hands on Tina’s head encouraging the blonde to move at an even more fervent pace. Her hips started to writhe against Tina, a growl rising from the depths of her core.

“Tina-aaa-aa-a.” Bette moaned Tina’s name with interrupted breaths as she tried to quiet herself.

Tina pressed her breasts into Bette lifting herself off her knees and over Bette’s body. Bette’s open mouth cleaned Tina’s chin, tasting herself on Tina’s billowy lips before Tina pushed her tongue into Bette’s mouth with such intensity that they both lost their balance.

They moved together in passionate precision each unbuttoning the other’s shirt feverishly needing to feel skin on skin.

Tina let her hands roam inside Bette’s shirt squeezing her breasts up and against her. Bette gaped at Tina’s body pushing both sweater and shirt off her shoulders in one smooth swoop. Bette’s hands slid under Tina’s bra, pushing the black lace over Tina’s full breasts, capturing the exposed nipples in the gaps between her fingers. Bette’s tongue coiled from Tina’s chin to her collarbone gently sucking and enticing Tina to rock her hips into her. Her tongue continued its assault on Tina’s skin, the blonde’s sexy moaning a sign for Bette to plead for more.