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Let It Happen – Chapter XXI
“Love you,” he shouted as he grabbed his coat and started walking to the front door of the duplex.
He turned to wave, opened the door, then stepped out, and shut the door behind him.
Tina continued to lean on Bette, enjoying the warm embrace of the brunette.
“Are you two planning something?,” she asked, eyes closed, as a smile played on her lips.
“Hrmm…,” Bette responded, noncommittal. She released her embrace, pulling Tina towards the office, “Come…help me test the sofa.”
“Any particular reason why Logan wants it?,” Tina asked as she moved to hug Bette from behind. She nuzzled Bette’s neck, kissing her nape, and the soft skin on the back of her neck.
Bette held the arms that hugged her as they “frog-walked” to the office, answering, “Made him moan…”
Tina chuckled, then said huskily, “And that’s without you touching him.”
“We are going to break in every piece of furniture that’s come in today,” Bette whispered, turning to face the blonde, as she backed into the office. She bent slightly down to kiss Tina as they made their way to the sofa. Tina shut her eyes, easing into the kiss, trusting Bette to lead them into the space.
Bette felt the back of her knees hit the rounded edge of the sofa, and led Tina to the side where the cushion was, flipped the blonde around, braced her back, and sat her down gingerly.
“Mmmm…” Tina moaned, as she relaxed into the cushion, pulling Bette’s neck forward, unwilling to break contact with those luscious lips. She tugged at Bette’s blouse to remove it as she felt Bette straddle her, knees bent on either side. They broke contact briefly as the blouse came off, and reconnected as Tina sank deeper into the sofa, head bent slightly backward, finding that the upper curve of the sofa supported her neck perfectly. Hmmm…ideal make-out position, she thought naughtily. She moved Bette’s body upward slightly, as she trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the brunette’s neck, and all over her chest, until she got to a perfectly shaped breast.
She heard Bette moan as she took one breast in her mouth, sucking on the flesh, and hollowing her cheeks as her tongue played with the nipple. She cupped the other breast with one hand, squeezing then releasing it, and teasing the nipple, bending and twisting it between teasing fingers.


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