It was as if Tina’s steamy attack had cut through Bette’s defenses like a hot knife through butter and, surprisingly, it wasn’t long before an orgasm ripped through Bette, pulling at Tina’s fingers, her hot quivering flesh begging for more from the blonde.  Bette barely had a chance to call Tina’s name out weakly.

She struggled to tug Tina’s open bathrobe off of her wife’s shoulders. But, inexplicably Tina pulled her hand out from Bette’s gushing pussy and lifted her mouth from the breast she’d been sucking.

“Wha-a-a-a-t-t are … what are you doing, baby?” Bette asked, confounded again. Her body was quivering like jello, and she was aching for Tina to take her again.

“We need to talk, Bette,” Tina said in a quiet, regretful voice. Bette frowned and raised her head to kiss the pouty, perfect lips of the woman she loved like no other.

“Now?!” Bette rasped out. “Whatever it is, I think it could wait, honey … “

Tina pulled up further and rested her elbows between Bette’s head. “No, it can’t.”

She couldn’t help but brush her fingertips across Bette’s forehead, and tucked hair she came across behind the perfect ear she loved licking.

“Yes, it can,” Bette answered softly. She raised her head again to brush her lips against Tina’s.  Despite the determined glint in those hazel eyes, those warm, soft lips reacted automatically to the gentle brush, and kissed Bette back.

Bette grasped Tina’s head to press it down. Again, she was surprised when Tina resisted.  “Baby, I’m not doing this to you …”

The blonde pushed off from the floor and sat back, resting on her heels.  She was pressing her lips together and her eyes were beginning to tear up.  “I’m sorry that I kissed and touched you like that …”

“You’re sorry about making love to me?” Bette cut in softly. “That’s a first … was it that bad?”  She gave Tina a small smile and hoped she could elicit one from the blonde.

They exchanged a fond look. “Of course not!  I love making love to you …”

“Well, the only thing I’m sorry about is cumming so quickly … now that’s a first!” Bette smirked.  She half sat, and relaxed on her elbows.   “Must be that sexy, dirty talk.  DTF, of all things!”