Tina removed one of her
hands and extended it to Bette. In a low graspy growl, she invited Bette to
join her on the couch. “Come here,” was all that Tina could muster. It was a
simple command that always elicited a favorable response from Bette. Bette
amassed all the energy that she had, pushed herself off of the door and, with
continued momentum, found herself standing next to Tina and looking down at
her. Bette could not move. Their game of cat and mouse had left her feeling as
though she was being toyed with only to be the devoured prey.

Tina ran her hand up
Bette’s bare thigh and continued a path up under her dress where she could feel
Bette’s desire flowing through her now aqueous center. Bette shuddered at
Tina’s contact and spread her legs slightly to allow Tina’s hands easier access
to their intended target. Tina tickled and teased Bette with her fingertips.
With each brush, a barely audible moan escaped Bette. She had her eyes closed,
her head tilted back facing the ceiling, and her hands clenched into fists as
her fervor kept building the more Tina toyed with her.

“Oh god, T Please,”
escaped from Bette. She was in such a frenzied state that she didn’t think that
the response was even her own.

“Please what?” Tina
teased.

“I need you,” Bette said
throatily through labored breaths.

“Look at me Bette,” Tina
requested – her own release imminent at the current pace.

“I can’t,” Bette
responded.

“Yes – you can, Bette,”
Tina countered. “Please, just look at me,” she purred as she continued to
message Bette’s thighs and bum with her palms and thumbs. Bette’s excitement
heightened when Tina slid her thumb over Bette’s erect clit.

“Oh my god, Tina!”

“Bette”

Bette dug deep and lowered
her head and strained to open her eyes. What she saw was a very excited Tina
mimicking on herself what she was doing to Bette. Their moans grew louder as
Tina continued her assault.

“T more,” Bette
instructed as she forced Tina to apply more pressure on her own awaiting
center. Tina easily slid two digits inside a well-lubed Bette while continuing
the contact with her thumb on Bette’s exposed nub. Bette’s desire was now
dripping down Tina’s hand and completely covered her deeply inserted fingers.

Tina could take no more.
She had to taste Bette – now. She abruptly removed her hands from their current
positions, spun around to face Bette and was now face to face with Bette’s center.
Bette let out a whimper of disappointment.