With her free hand, Bette grasped the side of Tina’s face so they could look into each other’s eyes while she used her thumb to massage her clit as she slowly fucked her. Tina tried to kiss her but she held her away; Bette continued teasing her, slipping a finger inside but never deeply, inching in and out. She wanted her beg, she knew it – as she knew it wouldn’t take long for her compliance.

"Please … "

Bette immediately began slamming into her with an insane rhythm. Their whispered adulations became louder, turning from low gutturals to loud gasps and cries, masking the wet smacks of flesh against flesh until Tina came. Bette held on tightly through every tremor, every shudder. Her mouth moved from Tina’s neck onto hers and kissed her deeply.

Still reeling, Tina lightly raked her fingernails down Bette’s ribs until she reached her rounded hips: Bette groaned into her mouth, thrusting her tongue in response. When her fingers brush against the tip of her clit, they break off their kiss and gasp. Consumed with the thought of tasting her, Tina traced a path down the length of Bette’s body with her tongue. She sucked and licked her the way she’d always wanted by a man, barely conscious of Bette’s moans and writhing – only aware of the smell of ozone and lust and how wet she was.

Bette cried out when she entered her. There was no teasing in Tina’s expression, which was strained with arousal; she drove into her as deeply as she could, wanting to make her come undone the way she did for her. Bette pushed down on Tina’s head as she tasted every contour of her breasts; she quickly came, arching her back as the orgasm burned through her body. They clung to each other fiercely, their nails almost drawing blood, until consciousness came back and their limbs slowly unfolded and became lax.

Bette ran a finger across Tina’s swollen lips, tender from kissing. She opened her eyes to find Bette gazing at her.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Tina wanted to tell her that she had never come so hard before; she wanted to tell her how delicious she tasted; she wanted to tell her that she wished this night would last forever. She wanted to say all the silly and private things that lovers declare to one another.  What was it about physical intimacy that made it impossible to talk? So instead, she made light of it.

"I’m not sure." Bette blinked in confusion. "I kinda blacked out for a while."

Bette smiled gently and held her close. Tina stroked her back and kissed her shoulder; feeling a little disingenuous, she took a breath and gave in.

"I have to tell you something."

"What will we talk about over breakfast?" Bette murmured into her neck.

Tina whispered, "You’ve ruined me."

Bette drew her head up, her expression somber. She ran her fingers through Tina’s long blonde hair.

"I can’t believe we found each other."

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End Chapter Six of Ten