“No,” said Tina with a quick flick of her tongue along Bette’s jaw line.  “No bed.”

            The cool wood pressed into Bette’s back; Tina proceeded to run her tongue down between her breasts, cupping them and rubbing her thumbs over her still bra clad nipples, lapping at the sweet and sweaty flesh.  Bette’s hands were on the back of Tina’s head, her neck arched back, enjoying as Tina teased her without mercy.

            Bliss, sheer and utter bliss, that’s what this was, Tina touching her, kissing her, loving her.  Soon Tina’s hands were moving to her pants, undoing them with quick nimble fingers.  With her mouth following the same path as her fingers, Tina teased Bette, who felt the wetness seeping through her underwear with each passing moment. 

            Tina pulled down the shorts, but left the underwear on, wanting to tease Bette to the brink of madness, as her tongue ran along the edges of the silky material.  Then, Tina pushed up slowly, trailing her tongue up and around Bette’s belly button, and then between her breasts, pressing her body close to Bette’s, feeling the heat rising from her lover.  Capturing her mouth, Tina kissed her, really kissed her, a hot wanton kiss of pure passion.

            Shivering, Bette begged, “Tina, please.” 

            Tina smiled, her hand finding its way into the wet underwear and pressing her fingers into Bette, who was a hot slick wetness that Tina didn’t ever remember her being before.  Bette rocked against Tina, the palm of Tina’s hand rubbing erotically against Bette’s clit. 

            Bette kissed Tina with abandonment, lost in the erotic and forceful touch of her lover, feeling Tina’s left hand taking hold of her thigh, lifting it and pressing herself deeper between Bette’s legs.  Grinding to Bette’s rhythmic thrusts, Tina’s fingers curled inside of Bette, easing and driving her to the edge of an orgasm, then slowing, holding back.

            “Do you want to come, Bette?” asked Tina, the charming southern drawl that sometimes appeared was sweet music to Bette’s ears.

            “Yes,” whispered Bette, her lower lip quivering, her body a live wire of desire. 

            “Ok,” smiled Tina, her fingers moving in and out of her lover more quickly.  Bette kissed her again, wanting her mouth on her, wanting to share the same breath, the same air, wrapping her arms around Tina and feeling the hot, wet gush of her orgasm rushing forth over Tina’s thrusting fingers.  “That’s it, baby, come for me.”