Bette moved her pillow-soft lips against Tina’s supple, ruby-red mouth, murmuring words of love, and then dipped her tongue in, sliding langorously over and around Tina’s, rolling deep inside, savoring the taste of Tina.

Then Tina moaned, and something snapped in Bette. Her kiss turned desperate, and she opened her mouth, working her lips, tonguing Tina as deeply as she could reach.  After a breathless minute she pulled out, but kept her mouth latched firmly on, as if she wanted their lips to be permanently sealed together. Tina moaned loudly into Bette’s hungry mouth, lost in delirious pleasure.  She felt Bette’s satiny smooth inner thigh rub across her mound, and she parted her legs in response, tunneling her fingers through the brunette’ soft waves as she did.

Just when she thought Bette was ending the head-spinning kiss, perhaps to give her arms a rest from supporting almost the full weight of the brunette’s torso in order to keep from crushing Tina, Bette adjusted her kiss, and shifted the leg she’d been using to rub Tina on her mound to knee the blonde gently on her wet, slick core at the same time.

“Uhhnnnhhh… Bette,” Tina groaned indistinctly as their breasts rubbed hotly together when Bette shifted slightly. Bette had given her the best kisses she’d ever had, bar none, and this one was steadily climbing up their personal top 100 chart.

Bette’s last adjustment allowed her tongue to find a sensitive spot in Tina’s upper palette that she hadn’t visited in a while. As Tina moaned in response, the moan swallowed up in the hungry kiss they exchanged, the brunette grazed the spot with the tip of her tongue repeatedly, manipulating her knee as it parted the soft folds of Tina’s entrance gently, at the same time.

Just when Tina thought she’d pass out from lack of oxygen or the relentless waves of overwhelming desire sweeping over her, Bette broke it off.

They each took deep breaths, and then Bette whispered, “Together.”

“Wha-a-a-tt?” Tina asked, still gathering her wits.

“I want us to come together,” Bette repeated, louder this time.

Then they heard it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Bette? Bette?”

Brom.

The knocks grew louder, sounding like muffled bangs against the door.

The guy had the worst, absolutely shittiest timing ever. Ever!