Tina pulled away, and whispered, “Do you remember what we did on this sofa the day it was delivered?”

Bette smiled as she worked through the buttons of Tina’s pajama top. “Would you like a repeat performance?” she asked as she tossed the offending top away.

Tina murmured something as she pulled Bette close again to resume their hot kiss. She felt Bette brace her back as the brunette laid her carefully onto the sofa, and pull a pillow under her, so that the blonde could rest her neck on it. Bette sucked in a breath as she drew her head up, breaking the kiss.

Tina’s hair fanned out all over when she lay her head down, and her hazel eyes were shining with love and lust as she looked back at Bette. “Tina, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Bette murmured. “And I don’t know why you put up with me …”

“Come here …” the blond whispered, her heart exploding out of her chest. Her hands spanned Bette’s slim waist lovingly, caressing the smooth skin, and moved up and down the brunette’s taut core, felt her shiver with desire as her hands passed through the light mocha skin.

Bette settled gingerly over Tina, supporting her weight with her arms as she rested them on either side of Tina. The brunette held Tina’s face tenderly, fingertips exploring the smooth, beautiful planes, tracing a line over the sexy mouth that she’d kissed, and that had kissed her, a million times, all over.

They whispered words of love to each other, exchanging lover’s talk born out of a shared, painful understanding, of love’s fragility, even one as passionate as theirs. They made promises to each other, using talk that lovers down through millennia had whispered to each other, and would have nodded their heads at, words that married people might overhear in cafés, parks, and beaches and shake their heads and smile at.

Tina absentmindedly ran her hand over Bette’s spine as they talked, and felt the brunette press her core more closely against hers in response. As if obeying an unconscious signal between them the brunette then began to slide upward slowly as Tina tugged at her pajama bottom, pulling it down over her hips, and wriggling until she could kick it free. As her hands worked to remove her pajamas and thong, she kissed and then took a mouthful of a luscious breast as it passed over her mouth, sucking on the brown, hardened nipple, and then let that go as the underside of the breast past. She kissed that, and then the stomach, too, as it slid past her mouth, each smoldering kiss melting them ever closer together.