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    Lifeline — Chapter 15

    Tina’s head fell to
    the side a bit, her eyes closed.  Bette
    knew she was flying through a haze of color and imagery, on a journey that
    would culminate in an orgasm worth the wait. 
    She wanted it to build until Tina couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore,
    until she begged for release, to be free. 
    She understood the power she possessed, her ability to transport her
    wife to a place of pure ecstasy and joy, to see her shattered into a million
    pieces and then watch her slowly come back together again, to take shape before
    her as she awakened from the bliss, smiling and weak.

    She would make it
    last as long as she possibly could because Tina’s happiness, the look of love
    and contentment she had witnessed so often after their lovemaking, was more valuable
    to her than any work of art,  was worth more
    than anything she could ever achieve the rest of her life.  It was priceless.

    Tina gripped Bette’s
    breasts, her mouth slightly open, hips undulating with the pulse of Bette’s
    strokes.  With the thumb of her right
    hand the brunette rubbed her lover’s clit, 
    while each measured thrust provoked a prolonged moan.  Tina’s cheeks were flushed, her wet hair
    clinging in dark blonde swirls around her face. 
    She called to Bette’s mind the beautiful seraphim she seen in paintings;
    fiery angels almost too exquisite to behold.

    “Oh, Bette…baby…don’t
    make me wait…I want to come now.  Please,
    B!”

    “Shhh…soon,
    baby…we’re almost there,” Bette whispered hoarsely into her ear.

    Tina began to moan
    louder as Bette picked up the pace slowly, adjusting her rhythm to extend the
    moment.  She knew Tina’s body as well as
    her own, knew how much she could take, knew when to pull back.  She was close.  Her insides quivered and tightened against
    Bette’s fingers, her muscles reacting to the touch.  If only she could stay there, live there,
    hide there, inside Tina where all was safe and warm and inviting—her thoughts
    raced with Tina’s growing excitement and she quickened the pace, shortening her
    strokes.

    She whispered into
    Tina’s ear.

    “You’re mine, T.
    Will you come for me now, baby…?”

    “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,
    Bette!”  Came the ragged response.

    Bette leaned into
    her with a final thrust, her curved fingers fondling the warm ridges of her
    wife’s most sensuous spot.

    “I love you Tina,”
    she whispered into her mouth.  “I love
    you with all my heart, baby…”

    Tina came with a
    long, agonizing moan than sent a thrill through Bette’s body like a wrenching shiver.
    They stood still for several moments as
    Tina felt the waves wash over her, Bette filling her, thoughts circling her
    head wildly like a swirling whirlpool.

    “Oh, God, I love to
    hear you come,” Bette whispered, on the verge of tears.  Sometimes Tina’s release seemed to release
    something in her too, to bring her emotions frothing to the surface to spill
    out unbidden.

    She let her fingers
    slide out of Tina slowly and felt a momentary sadness at the loss of their connection.  Sensing it, Tina took both of her hands in
    hers and kissed them before guiding them around her waist, looping her arms
    around Bette’s neck.  She kissed her
    tenderly.

    “You are the best
    lover a woman could ever have,” she said dreamily.

    “Well, you are still
    a little high, but I accept the compliment,” Bette smiled, kissing her back.

    “I want to make love
    to you too, you know.”

    “Why don’t we bathe
    each other first?”

    Tina smiled.  Bette had a very romantic side that she loved
    to see.

    “And then you can
    fuck me in that big old rock ‘n roll bed…”

    “Bette!”  Tina squealed, pulling an arm free and
    slapped her on the ass.

    Bette laughed and
    kissed her before she could continue.

    “I’m teasing you,
    baby.”

    “So you don’t want
    me to?”

    “Want you to
    what?”  Bette grinned, teasing again.

    “You know….”  Tina demurred, purposely.

    “Say it.”

    “No.”

    “Say it…please?”

    “No.”

    “Tina…” Her voice
    lowered to a growl.

    “You don’t want me
    to fuck you in that big old bed?”

    “Yes, I do.  I certainly do, T,” Bette smiled, tracing her
    tongue around her wife’s mouth as she pushed a leg between Tina’s, grinding
    against her.

    “Bette…” the blonde
    moaned.  “You’re making me wet again…”

    Bette grinned,
    parting Tina’s lips with her tongue to gain entry.  She flicked the tip against the tip of her
    lover’s tongue and they both moaned.

    Tina reached for a
    bottle of body wash and deftly poured some into her hand without pulling away.

    Rubbing her palms
    together, she lathered up and then placed her right hand between Bette’s legs.

    With her left she
    gently massaged her wife’s right breast.

    “Oh….” Bette
    murmured.  “ T…i…n…a…”

    TBC…

    Comments

    1. Yay, Nell is back! Glad you finally had the time to write and post again. I’ve missed this sweet, lovely story. It’s safe to say that Bette and Tina are going to rock that bus for a few more rounds. Thanks a bunch, Nell! Cheers! =)

    2. That’s how you make a re-entry!! Welcome back to writing gr8d8 and a big kudos to the peeps who kept pm’ing you. That’s love right there. Beautiful post, thank you!!!

    3. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I knew you would be back and you did not disappoint. Thank you for the sweet dedication and I am in love too…with your story and your writing ability. Thanks for continuing I will always be here.

    4. gr8d8, Please don’t keep us waiting any longer you must continue with this story, it’s much, much too good to leave for too long. I will stay faithful in my nudging but I will be VERY persistent as you well know.

    5. any chance to get an update? i went back to read the earlier chapters again. it was about a year ago that a couple of earlier chapters were written, during the valentine’s day period. a year! and this latest chapter was posted sometime in January 2012! Please keep them coming.

    6. Okay first off congratulations on finding love, I wish you both the best. Second off, I love this story! Granted I had to reread to properly enjoy this update but it was totally worth it. Finally third off, you left it there! Now I have to patiently wait for an update lol

    7. To say that I am thrilled you are back is the understatement of the year…. But hey.. You had a wonderful excuse! Can I tell you that I was thinking about your story as recently as two days ago and hey presto you pop back on the front page… I did not even have to go back and read because I remembered perfectly the premise and knew just where you had left us… It was like finding an old friend again and continuing a perfect conversation. Welcome baxk and thank you. Kx

    8. Its seems almost impossible that I have been a fairly consistent patrin of this site for the better part of 6 to 7 years and somehow missed this story throughout that time. However, as fate would have it I logged in tonight and found myself intrigued by the promises of a new story. So I went back to the start and have read the the story in its entirety throughout tonight and I can honestly say it is perhaps one of the most eloquently written stories I have ever read…anywhere. You have a way of drawing out a scene into a plethora of emotions and descriptions that relate to the reality of life and situations that many could never begin to put into words as beautifully as you do. I hope I’m not too forward in saying so but your writing calls to mind thoughts of “the well of loneliness” by radclyffe hall. You just really allow readers to see into the heart of these charcters that you right. I felt as though I was learning profound things about the characters of bette and tina as if these were actually the intentions of their creator. I think ilene would be jealous of your insight because you quite possibly write them with more truth than she ever eeven considered. anyway, the story really is lovely and I have enjoyed the rollercoaster of emotions as I have laughed aloud at lines such as “you fucking vixen!” Or almost cried at the surrealism of bette’s situation at first getting the news and trying to compare it to the morning as tina left. I’m glad you came back to add another chapter and I do desperately hope that time allows you to continue more consistently because I am simply addicted. Thank you.

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