“Does this feel good?” Helena asked.

“yeees.” Bette groaned as she drew the word out.

“Should we be so worried about right or wrong, about drawing lines, when we have so little to lose?” Helena was genuinely asking, unsure if her instincts were correct.

Bette didn’t answer her right away, but instead drew her down for a long kiss. Her hands rubbed down Helena’s back and ass, then around to her thighs. With her hands on both of Helena’s legs, she pulled them apart further and pressed Helena’s center down harder onto her stomach.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes, I am. Are you?” Helena deepened their kiss, murmuring into Bette’s mouth, and then drawing a hand back.  She reached her hand behind her, feeling her way down Bette’s pubic bone and cupping her between her legs, before running her finger through Bette’s wetness. 

“You are, you are wet for me. Do you want me to stop?”

Helena continued to move her hand behind her while she asked this, and while Bette contemplated the answer.

Helena, however, was quickly losing her ability to control the course of events. Her legs were trembling and she began to slowly grind herself into Bette. She threw back her head and moaned and gasped, sweat beginning to break out on her upper lip.

Bette ran her hands up and down Helena’s sides and over her breasts, reveling in their firmness.  Helena’s hand had ceased its movement between Bette’s legs, and Bette needed more.

“I don’t know.”

Bette gasped.

“if this is a good idea.”

Helena moaned.

“but it feels so good to be with you.”

With these last words, Bette flipped Helena onto her back and moved her own hand down. Kissing passionately, the two women pressed their fingers hard into one another, using thighs and hip bones as leverage.

Bette curled her fingers inside of the other woman, reaching as far as she could.  The heel of her hand pressed hard and moved slowly in a circle over Helena’s clit.

Helena came first, her scream smothered in Bette’s mouth.

Bette’s eyes rolled back in her head as Helena bit down hard on the tendons of her neck, and as she added another finger.  She had three fingers inside of Bette now, and began to move them in circles as well as back and forth. She sucked and bit Bette’s neck, caring less for the marks that would be there in the morning, and more for the orgasm that would soon take Bette into oblivion.