“My god…” Bette exclaimed, her head tilting back.

All the blood rushing to one destination had colored it a raging red, Tina dared to tease the head a little. Bette shuddered, so she quickly removed the pressure.

“It’s ok,” The brunette, however, understood her curiosity. Tina smelled too pure to be true, surely she had never even mated with a Beta. “It’s yours, take your time, get to know it.”

Reassured, she brought her hand up again to stroke the length. It tensed and flexed in her palm, but remained tame and friendly. A drip of clear liquid gathered at the tip, Tina smoothed her finger over it, feeling its slippery texture.

Bette’s tank top was now soaked in her sweat. She ridded it too. Now just in her bra, she felt liberated. Her hand traced across the silkiness of Tina’s thigh, and skillfully pulled down the skirt and the lacy underwear that became almost transparent with the amount of wetness. She gently circled her thumb on the hardened clit, enjoying a small whimper from the woman underneath, then her fingers worked down to the incredibly soft and wet folds, parting them slightly, testing its limit. With a single digit slid inside, it was already tight, she sighed in worry. So she swirled, wiggled, and curled her finger, teasing the entrance.

Tina moaned loudly, becoming on edge. She subconsciously picked up her pace stroking Bette’s member.

“Ahh…!” The brunette wailed. Her face flushed red as she felt the build up at the base of her length.

Tina definitely sensed it too, a growing in girth, a rounded, solid, mass, a knot. “I thought… it only forms when it’s ready to…?” A shiver in her voice, from excitement, from pleasure, and a tinge of fear.

Bette was equally dumbfounded. She was being too eager. “It might have mistaken your hand as something else.”

Her head now filled with images of Bette charging inside her. The pang returned sharply, an unsubdued urgency that resulted from her emptiness. “Please, I need you.” She guided the woman to cover her body, and lined up the fleshy shaft to her core. “I need you inside me, Bette.”

With a grin, the Alpha positioned herself in a convenient angle. She held herself and dipped in once, but only to tease the glistening vulva. Then the second time, she glided in another direction, lingering around the entrance with hesitance.