She let her tongue graze over Bette’s lower lip, finding the short passage towards Bette’s mouth. She was more confident now, and this time she wanted to be in control. She took charge and kissed Bette back almost mercilessly, no longer afraid to explore every inch of Bette’s mouth, then as soon she made separated from Bette’s kiss she heard her lover panting…

Gently she turned Bette’s head slightly to the right, the angle giving her clearance to do what she was about to do next. In one fluid, sensual motion she ran her right palm down to Bette’s collar bone, before running her other on the left side of Bette’s neck, sending a surge of blood to come rushing through her heart. Tina slowly pushed her back into the bed, with Bette slightly arching her back, giving into her as easily as she felt her pulse sharply quicken.

She felt Bette warmth against her body as she slowly moved her hands against the smooth hot mocha skin of her *****, down her belly, past her navel, and teasing her by bringing them up again. She continued doing this while simultaneously running her tongue along Bette’s neck when she heard a groan of frustration.

“Tina I thought I was going to show you…”

“Trust me Bette, you are…” The air seemed thick around them. Tina tilted her head to meet Bette’s lips, just in time to quell her lover’s protests. Her hands making their way past Bette’s belly, slowly entering her, hearing Bette’s muffled moans get silenced in her kiss. Tina felt Bette bucking against her masterful touch and gradually she lowered herself away from Bette’s mouth, kissing along an invisible line which led to the throbbing wetness between her lover’s legs. This time Bette bit her lower lip to avoid screaming Tina’s name a little too loudly.

Every movement that came from Tina was driving her wild, bringing her to the point wherein she finally had to beg for Tina to stop, for she could no longer take any more. She was about to return the favor when suddenly the phone rang.

“*****!” Bette said, her voice sounding a little spent. “That must be the gallery…”

“It’s alright Bette, you can pick it up.” “But we’re not finished.”

“I know we’re not, but I have to go to work too…” “You’re right I’ll just have to make it up to you later…”

“Yes, I bet you will.”

To be continued…