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“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Bette said softly, leaning down to kiss Tina’s eyes, then lips.
Tina rested her hand on the back of Bette’s neck, drawing her in for another kiss. “I’m not shyexactly,” she said, her warm breath caressing Bette’s smile.
“Not exactly, hmm?” Bette moved farther onto the bed until she and Tina lay on their sides, facing each other. Bette brushed back Tina’s hair from her face, luxuriating in the strands of silken softness between her fingers. “If you’re too shy to tell me, you can always show me what you want,” she said, locking eyes with her lovely wife.
Tina’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but that flicker of desire was more than enough to encourage Bette, who gently eased Tina onto her back, slowly unbuttoning her way down the front of her blouse.
“The diagram doesn’t include anything above the waist,” Tina said.
“I guess I’ll have to figure that part out on my own,” Bette frowned. “I hope I’m up to the task.”
Tina closed her eyes, completely willing to submit to every sensation that Bette was about to incite within her body. “I’m sure you are,” she said, her voice dreamy in her own ears.
Bette had to force herself to slow down, because when she saw her wife stretched out before her, totally open and trusting, she didn’t want to be slow. She wanted to touch and taste and smell and be everywhere at once. She wanted to feast on Tina’s beauty and lushness, fill her mouth and hands and senses with all of the pleasures that awaited her. But instead, she was slow. Slow as her lips grazed the perfect roundness of Tina’s *****. Slow as her tongue moved along the graceful arc of Tina’s throat. Slow as her palm traced gentle circles across the miraculous swell of Tina’s belly.
“Bette,” Tina said, her voice somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
“How am I doing so far?” Bette asked, not ceasing the movement of her hands or mouth.
“So farso good,” Tina managed, not opening her eyes.
“I guess I should start the actual exercise, right? I mean, that’s what we’re doing here after all.”
“Mmmhmm.”
And slowly, almost more slowly than she could bear, Bette moved her attention and her right hand down along Tina’s side, her hip, across her thigh, to the sacred place where her lover’s body and soul met.
“Bette,” Tina said again. One word, both prayer and permission.
“Yes, Baby,” promised the tender reply. “Yes.”
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Can I play to. and How I’m I doing so far, Couldnt even my name. Maybe later I’ll know who I am…love this sad that you are near the end.. thanks
Niiiice, and I loved the last chapter with the Shane and Rachel introduction.
You get it so right on, it’s like you channel these two characters.
This interlude had the perfect balance of sensuality and playfulness. A true joy to read.
Wonderful – your descriptions are so full of love and sensuality and heat.
I just LOVE the sensuality!!
niiice
wow…
I really don’t want this story to end. very nice chapter
“CAn I Play too?” EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!
This was so tender and sensuous. Sad that it’s coming to it’s end but hoping that you have more in store for us in another series.
Hmmm. Nice way to start the work day.
“how am i doing so far.” ive lost the ability to breath. if you dont know the answer to that question, then you dont know jack. -_+
please make this go on forever.
i can’t agree more with everybody here: so sensual and slow. thanks.
“Love…The irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired” (Twain)… looks like their home.
What an amazing story…it will certainly be missed.
nice..very nice…
How beautiful is this line: “Bette,” Tina said again. One word, both prayer and permission.”
Dazzling.