“I’m close, baby,” Tina gasped, as she felt wave after wave of orgasm lift then crash over her. “Aaarghhh…,” she cried, as her walls stiffened, trapping both Bette’s tongue and her fingers momentarily, then loosened as a gush of hot liquid rushed out. 

As Tina’s orgasms eased, Bette pulled her fingers out, but continued to lick Tina.  The blonde moaned again as Bette grasped both cheeks, massaging them as she did the blonde’s breasts earlier. 

After a few minutes, Bette bracketed either side of Tina, whose body was now slick with sweat, as the blonde’s arms and thighs, which had been keeping her balanced, began to waver. Tina collapsed gratefully into Bette, unable to keep herself up any longer.  She struggled to catch her breath.  They lay together like this, Tina on top of Bette, bodies slick, still quivering slightly from their lovemaking, for several minutes more.

Bette was kissing her neck, and licking the few beads of sweat that had trickled down it.

“Baby, you are insatiable,” Tina whispered, still breathless, happy to be resting on Bette.

“Mmmm…I just can’t get enough of you,” Bette murmured, as she moved her mouth to the other side of Tina’s neck.

“Hmm….I know what you mean,” Tina smiled, as she shifted her head to meet Bette’s lips.

“You taste of me,” Bette whispered into Tina’s mouth.  “And you taste of me,” Tina murmured back.

She let go of Bette’s mouth reluctantly, to turn her head, and rest it against the brunette’s chest. "I’m so lucky to have you," she whispered, half to herself. Bette tightened her embrace in response.

“It’s a good thing you are super-flexible, honey,” the blonde observed jokingly, remembering how Bette had been able to both stretch herself and keep her balance earlier during their lovemaking on the sofa, as she caressed the toned muscles of Bette’s arm.  Bette was back to full-strength now.  “Those yoga classes are really working for you.”  Bette smiled, knowing exactly what Tina meant.

“Next time, you should try that position,” she teased back.

“Uh…I don’t think so, baby,” Tina laughed slightly.

“C’mon, T.  Adrenaline and desire are half the motivation.”

“No amount of adrenaline will allow me to stretch like that, baby.”

“Desire, then,” Bette said huskily, as she raised one hand of Tina’s to her lips, kissing it.