Chapter Seven:

"You want me to make love to you? Seriously?" Bette squeaked, her eyes opening in amazement. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to make love to Tina it was just because she was scared she might scare her again or Tina will just out right reject her. Tina peered at her with wide blue eyes and nodded. That was enough for Bette.

She leant forward and captured Tina’s lips with her own, eliciting a gasp from her lover. Tina eagerly replied to this kiss and parted her lips for Bette’s tongue. Bette’s tongue explored Tina’s mouth, running over her teeth, tongue, her lips. Tina moved her hands up over Bette’s body and tugged on her hips, hinting that she wanted to feel the mocha-skinned beauty on top.

"Baby, tell me if you want me to stop, don’t be afraid, ok?" Bette murmured as she positioned herself over the top of Tina’s body. Tina didn’t say anything, she just groaned in appreciation when she felt Bette’s warm tongue probe at her neck, trailing painfully slow down the throbbing vein underneath her skin.

"I think you should take these off," Tina suggested as she tugged on Bette’s clothes. She grinned and did as she asked. She sat up and pulled the tank top over her head revealing naked breasts. Tina licked her lips hungrily and reached out, cupping them in both hands. Bette groaned and arched her back, shivers shooting up and down her spine.

Tina forced herself up and hooked her arms around Bette’s bare waist, without any warning, she licked around a nipple before bringing it between her lips and suckling on it. Bette’s eyes widened momentarily in surprise, a toothy grin appearing on her lips, "T, I’m supposed to be making love to you not the other way around," Bette gently pushed Tina’s shoulders away.

A small smile graced Tina’s face as her back fell against the blanket. Bette moved her hands to the front of Tina’s shirt and expertly un fastened all the buttons, delighted when the material fell to either side revealing perfect plump breasts. Bette spread kisses down her front, across her collarbone, around the curves of her breasts, over her erect nipples.

"Oh God, Bette, please…" Tina whispered, gyrating her hips against Bette’s thigh. The brunette chuckled underneath her breath and reached down to still her movements. As she did this, she unbuckled the jeans Tina was wearing and slipped a hand inside her panties. Her fingertips brushed through damp curls before dancing over her wet folds. Tina bit down on her lower lip, waiting.