“Do you remember the night you first made love to me?” Tina asked quietly. Bette nodded wordlessly, watching Tina closely.  Tina brushed her fingertips lightly over the sides of Bette’s body, and then started caressing sensitive spots with the backs her fingers.  Bette arched.  Tina shifted her touch to the six-pack of sexy abs that lay just beyond the V formed by those strong thighs that she loved to rub herself against.

Tina played her fingertips over the rippled muscles of Bette’s core like a pianist caressing piano keys. It was unfair really. She knew she had learnt more than a few moves over the years that allowed her to play Bette like an instrument, inducing reactions from the brunette that she wanted, when she wanted, knowing which keys to hit, which spots to hit, buttons to push, to combine, to bring her wife to mind-blowing ecstasy.

But it was nothing compared to what Bette could do to her. With a finger, or sometimes, just a series of warm breaths blown at the right spot at the right moment.    

“When you kissed me down here for the first time …” Tina continued, and then kissed Bette’s suddenly and blew a warm breath on the mound. Tina took a deep breath, taking the scent of Bette in.  It was a scent that had haunted Tina from the morning after the first night they’d finally made love, and stalked her from that time on, following her around Paris during the month they’d been apart.

She kissed the mound again, choosing not to lick her yet, remembering how Bette had done it the first time the brunette had eased between Tina’s legs.

Back then, Tina had looked on as Bette settled in between her legs, degree by gentle degree, kissing her softly, just feeling around the mound, allowing Tina to feel more comfortable about having a woman touch her with her mouth so intimately.

At first, Tina’s hips pulled back involuntarily with a hint of nervousness, as Bette began to kiss her. Bette had given her an assuring smile, as if to say nothing would happen until the blonde was ready.  Bette had been infinitely patient, kissing her mound gently, nipping at the blonde’s quivering inner thighs while she waited.  And then, when the brunette had sensed Tina relax into it, Bette glanced up, holding Tina’s hazel eyes with a shared look, re-establishing their connection.  Letting Tina know this was different for her, too. Their eyes had glistened with tears, remembering the words of love they’d exchanged while on the Ferris wheel, and while slow dancing in the wine cave.  Then Bette had let her lips slide over the blonde’s sopping wet slit with the softest of caresses, and with that alone, Tina thought she would explode.