CHAPTER TEN

Its such a lovely day. There is not a cloud in the bright blue sky, and the sun is shining down on me with all of its wondrous force. Bette and I are sunbathing beside the pool, lying ontop of a soft blanket, drinking cocktails from straws. Im wearing the skimpiest bikini I could find, and its red. Bette loves red on me. Weve made love more times in this one day than we have in the past month.
How come we dont spend more time out here? I ask turning onto my side. Shes lying on her back, her eyes shielded with sunglasses. She mimics my actions.
Because Im an ***** who works all the time
An ***** who works all the time to provide a beautiful home, and everything I could ever want?
Im going to work less T. You just cant let things like this take over your life. I love my work but it doesnt have to become my world
I only want you to do what makes you happy and if working less makes you happy then I want you to work less She kisses my nose, her lips tickling there way down to my mouth. Her lips feel warm against mine. She parts my mouth with her tongue, and I meet it with my own eagerly. As I straddle her waist, I wonder how much ecstasy the human body can actually take. I hold her hands against the woollen blanket, trailing my tongue from her mouth down to her neck. She shivers with delight. I release her hands and they immediately move to cup my *****, squeezing it fondly. We make out under the sun, and its such a teenage word but thats how it feels at the moment. The kind of love, the kind of lust thats just completely spur of the moment, never ending, teasing, pleasing, everything. I realise that Ive been subconsciously grinding myself against her hips, and shes been pushing her hips up to gain sweet contact.
Maybe… I groan, grinding harder. …maybe we should take this inside? My head dangles over hers, and she looks at me excitement burning in her dark brown eyes.
Or… She strokes my face dragging me in for a soaring kiss. …or we could stay out here? She keeps her eyes fixed to mine for my reaction. Outside? I look around. People could see us. Tim could see us! I shrug it off, they shouldnt be looking anyway.
Outside? I giggle. I can feel myself growing wet at the suggestion. Well I need the practise for our holiday We giggle together resuming the contact between our lips. I stroak her face, the inside of her arms, her *****, her navel. The heat rising between us seems to be hotter than the sun shining down on us. She unties the back of my bikini top, sliding her hands, that are damp from the sun block, down my sides to cup my *****. Baby I sigh arching my neck to greet her wet tongue. I slip her bikini top underneath her *****, exposing them to my eager mouth.
***** T She gasps. I flicker my tongue over her erect nipple, Bettes hands moving to my hair. Bette has given so much, tried so hard. I want this to be about her. I want to make her climax screaming my name. I know how much this turns her on, but I know how easily she could turn this in to being about me. I travel down the length of her body cupping her now damp breast with my hand. My tongue rediscovers the taste of her skin. The dip of her ribs, the point of her navel, the bottom of her stomach. She writhes underneath me as my wet trail grows longer. I can smell how much she wants me and I feel the warmth in-between my thighs. I reach the soft curls of hair that line her ***** and dip my tongue into her folds. She groans loudly. My tongue slides up and down, teasing her ***** with my intimate movements. She starts to groan so loudly that a part of me starts to panic that someone might hear. But then the thought of it excites me because this whole situation is so illicit. Her hips start to buck underneath me so I increase the movement of my tongue. Licking and sucking, and kissing her until she cant take anymore. T…God T She begs. I hold onto her hips kissing her harder. Tina She gasps, her body growing slack, her hips slowly seizing. Jesus babe youre going to kill me I rest my head against her beating heart.
I want this kind of treatment on holiday Mrs Porter. No I demand it
Well I wouldnt have it any other way. Just think, providing how quickly Alice can book our holiday, we could be in Barbados by next week Bette tells me.
If Alice has it her way well be there by the end of the week
For once I really want Alice to get her own way