Bette’s moans grew louder, increasingly erotic, and made Tina wet.

“Ti-i-na-aaa…” Bette moaned.

“I know just what you need to fall asleep, baby,” Tina answered hoarsely. She pulled the tank top out over Bette’s shoulders carefully, and then scooted to the side.  She cradled Bette’s head with one hand while she grabbed a pillow with another, and then laid Bette’s head gently on it.  Bette moaned quietly again in protest at losing both Tina’s lap to lay her head on and the sensuous massage the blonde was giving her breasts.

Tina smiled as she crawled on all fours across the bed, whispering, “Shh … shh … you’ll feel infinitely better very soon.” She tucked a small pillow under Bette’s lower back as she crawled near it.

The blonde tugged the brunette’s silk pajama bottom loose and pulled on Bette’s panties also, to remove both. She bent Bette’s knees, and slipped her head in between them.

Bette’s eyes were fluttering open. Tina smiled at the awakening face across the familiar well-trimmed mound, and then ran her lips softly over the mound.  “Uhhnnhh…” the brunette whimpered.

Tina’s eyes roamed restlessly over the expanse of Bette’s lust-inducing body, still stunned that she could drink in the sight of this goddess and feel faint. She’d felt this way from the first night they’d made love.  Then as now: the flat stomach, rippled core of muscles above and around the navel, smooth, taut, silk skin covering that sexy body all over, strong, well-shaped rounded shoulders, high, perfect breasts and their tight, dark rose nipples.  Bette. Sexy.  Perfect. Beautiful.  The sight of her, the scent of her, the taste of her – she would try a saint. And Tina was no saint.  Not around Bette.

She moved her gaze back to the bare mound she’d been gently caressing with her lips, and blew a hot breath on it.

“Baa-a-bby…” Bette groaned again, and Tina saw how wet Bette was becoming, the slit glistening. Tina blew another hot breath on the brunette’s mound, and smirked at the sight of the brunette’s hips lifting slightly even at that simple gesture.  She glanced up again to check on Bette as she resumed her butterfly-soft brushes over the brunette’s mound.

The large brown eyes were fully alert, colliding with Tina’s loving, hazel ones. Tina felt the force of Bette’s desire, openly expressed in those eyes.  Bette drew in a sharp breath, and Tina felt certain that her own blinding desire for her wife had shot across the lovely expanse of that beautiful, naked body, and knocked her back, too.