It was time, Tina felt. I can’t hold back any longer, she told herself.  Damn the consequences.  I’ve never wanted anyone, anything more in my life.

“Mine…..” Tina whispered, as she slipped one, then two fingers slowly into Bette, and started to fuck her in the ancient rhythm – in-out,-in-out.  In-out, slowly, rhythmically.  In-out.

“Tinaaa…” Bette said, helpless to stop the passion, released at last by the blonde, washing over her. Her walls clenched eagerly around Tina’s fingers, unable to hold back the ancient response of desire. Her sex rippled against Tina’s fingers.  It had been so long since she had been touched like this.  Tina was responding to her thrusting with moans of her own, breathing hard.

Tina’s thumb anchored roughly onto the brunette’s clit, the pad of her thumb drew circles around it, while Bette shouted something, and rolled her hips forward, pumping back and forth, inducing an increase in rhythm of Tina’s eager hand, on to the brink of an orgasm.

Tina’s grind against Bette’s core  increased in pace, their kiss grew hungrier, tongues flitting in and out, searching for the other, hot lips devouring the other, wet sounds in rhythm created by the fucking motion of Tina’s hand on Bette’s sex, now working deeper and deeper into Bette, with each thrust.

In-out, in-out. In-out.

“Let’s not think…about tomorrow” the song was building to a climax.

“Tina…” Bette groaned again, repeating the blonde’s name louder and louder, her hands digging into Tina’s cheeks, her hips struggling to keep in rhythm with the blonde.  Tina released her kiss, and then braced herself against Bette, tilted her head back, and arched her body into the brunette, yearning for her own release from a deep ache, holding on as if for dear life.

Bette felt herself nearing an orgasm, and continued to struggle to hold it back.  Her head was exploding, blood rushing as in a roar.  She wanted, needed Tina more than anyone, anything she’d ever had before.  But she didn’t want any regrets after.  She didn’t want to touch Tina for the first time in a carriage, because this would be Tina’s first with a woman. Tina was not shy about touching Bette, though.  Bette had been surprised at the sureness of her touch, and was losing the last vestiges of all control.

Tina pulled in for an all-out kiss, and arched away from the brunette for leverage as her fingers sought, and found the brunette’s G-spot.  Her rhythm was faster now, pumping in-out, in-out, their groans and cries filling the cabin. Tina sucked on Bette’s tongue, picking up quickly on how the brunette had done it, earlier during their kiss, in rhythm, claiming it, making love to it, urging it to join in the coming crescendo and long-sought-for release.