The Alpha quaked, finding the stimulation too much to take. Her muscles became incredibly tense, tendons in her neck tightened, and veins flexed in her arms. But she kept her embrace gentle, afraid to break this precious thing that she held.

Finding the reaction endearing, Tina continued with an open mouthed kiss. She knew it was so devious that it tortured the brunette, but she just couldn’t resist. Bette let out a low roar, which made her shudder in excitement.

“Tina, you need to stop.” Bette warned. Her trembling voice betrayed her. She didn’t want her to stop.

“Or what?” The blonde spared a moment to observe the look on the woman’s face. Those big brown eyes were hooded with lust, threatening to devour her. It was all she wanted and more. So she disobeyed the request and sucked at the same patch of sweat covered skin harder.

It was her undoing. A growl reverberated in her chest. Bette closed her hand on the lighter woman’s throat to tilt her head up, and met the awaiting lips with passion. Her tongue rushed out to lick, to probe, and to stir. Tina opened her mouth to welcome the onslaught, which only encouraged her to drink like a dying person in the desert. She nibbled, and flattened her skilled tongue to smooth over the bite mark. Her hands started to wander, and encircled the blonde’s waist, to pull her into her laps.

Tina’s skirt was pushed up to her thighs. Her core validly brushed against Bette’s lower belly… and another piece of taut muscle that stood along her belly, trapped under the leather belt. She broke off the kiss just so she could peer down in between their bodies.

Bette protested with a purr. She planted more kisses on the blonde’s jaw. And she gasped to feel a gentle, slender hand grazing the outline of her pulsing erection. She felt sore, in the confinement of her slim fit dress pants. But this was not right, she berated herself. “Tina… Tina, don’t.” She caught the hand and held it in hers.

Like a child deprived of her favorite toy, Tina gave the brunette a pout, flickers of desire and playfulness dancing in her eyes. She squirmed one more time under the stronger body, lifting her hips to grind into Bette’s.