Bette dragged my body to the edge of the bed, my legs wide open in front of her.  She was kneeled in front of me, taking in my body.  She looked at me like I was beautiful and she made me feel that way too.  One look like that from her and I was wet again.  My legs were draped over her shoulders as she lowered her mouth to me.  Just one flick of her tongue made my body shake, my mouth drop with a gasp.  I couldn’t imagine that it would feel this good to have her lips against me.

She moved her tongue, left to right as her fingers moved inside me.  My fingers gripped the sheets, pulling at them and holding on for dear life.  I was glad I wasn’t standing—if I had been I’d definitely be on the floor by now.

I knew that I was completely under Bette’s control when I loss power over my own speech.  The words I tried to make lost any resemblance to actual parts of speech—they were only sounds of a pleasure that I had never experienced until now.  My elbows, the only thing holding me up, were shaking, but I was somehow able to maintain my position.

I ran my fingers through her hair.  Every second I came closer to my orgasm, I became more turned on by the mere fact that it was Bette who was bringing me there. 

And, as I had the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, Bette never once let up on me, sending me into a second one.

She pulled her lips away from me and leaned up to kiss me.

I could taste myself on her lips and was again turned on.  I wanted to taste her on my tongue, not just the teaser I had from my fingers the night before.

“My turn?” I whispered against her lips.

“Nope.  Maybe later.  You need to go pick up your friend.”  I pouted at her, “Stop it.  You’re too cute for that.   Now, get in the shower.”

“Only if you promise me that tonight I get to go down on you and you’ll take a shower with me afterwards.”  I give her my puppy dog eyes and I could see she’s caving in.