“You look hungry, Baby…” she observed, sliding her hands inside the waistband of Bette’s white lace thong, resting on the small bones of her hips.  She spread her fingers around to the back squeezing Bette’s firm cheeks gently.  A low sound emanated from somewhere in the brunette’s throat that caused Tina’s eyebrows to lift imperceptibly.  Bette’s expression was strained as she obviously fought to maintain her self-control for Tina’s sake.  This was a side of Bette that Tina was not particularly accustomed to seeing, as her lover was not all that skilled in the art of controlled desire, her intentions usually manifesting rather overtly.  Bette sensed Tina’s appreciation for her stab at self-possession and held her breath while her lover painstakingly slipped her panties over her slim hips, following their retreat to the floor in order to unclasp the straps of her heels, the blonde’s hands making soft contact with her wife’s impossibly long legs all the way. 

Glancing up to gauge Bette’s expression, her face was merely inches from the dark thatch of curls she knew so well.  There was no question that Bette was wet, and like herself probably had been all evening.  The notion of their implicit attraction to one another stirred her arousal that much more.  She could so easily reach Bette’s center with her mouth from where she knelt that the idea made her heart pound in her chest, and she actually looked down at her own heaving breasts, confirming the extent of her lust.  She knew that Bette was looking too.  Her resolve almost faltered but summoning every bit of her will she fought the urge, determined to stay with her plan.  It would be worth it in the end.

Bette’s body trembled, her breathing rapid and shallow as Tina bent to unfasten the straps, easing her slender feet out of the heels.  She reached down swiftly and rid herself of her gold sandals and stood slowly to her full height, just inches below Bette.  Untying the belt of her skirt, eyes locked on Bette’s, she let it fall to the floor.  She wasn’t wearing underwear.  Bette’s expression registered that fact, instantly noting that she hadn’t been wearing a bra either.  Tina let the halter follow the skirt to the floor and smiled slyly.

“Naked,” Bette said thickly.  “All night you’ve been naked…” she swallowed hard, leaving the sentence unfinished.  Tina’s smile grew wider.

“I don’t know what you mean, baby,” She answered wickedly, her drawl thickening with each word.

“You fucking vixen,” Bette laughed in a voice hoarse with want, grabbing her roughly.  “You planned this torment.  Well, fuck swimming,” she said with conviction, lifting Tina off her feet, “just fuck that!” She started inside with the blonde in her arms and Tina laughed deeply at her gorgeous brunette’s adorably predictable reaction, her head thrown back with delight, giving in to Bette’s wishes and her own as she’d known she would do all along.  Fuck swimming, was right.  They had other fish to fry…

  TBC