As she unsnapped her bra, and shrugged it off, the blonde repositioned her now-bare leg between Bette’s and raised it to rub slowly, with ever-deepening strokes, in the place where it would feel good for Bette. The blonde whispered, “Yes, I was right. I can feel and smell your wetness, baby.” Her breasts dangled invitingly in front of Bette as she leaned forward again, and began to rub harder against Bette. Their breasts slid hotly against each other as Bette arched upward. Her head fell back helplessly in pleasure as Tina’s stroked with increased intensity. “Oh, fuck, T,” she moaned.

She felt Tina’s fingers slide under her panties, and for a moment, the rubbing stopped. She whimpered her protests, to Tina’s teasing light chuckle. Her torso was already up so it didn’t take long for the blonde to slide the panties off. Tina let go of the hand she’d trapped over Bette’s head, and wrapped one arm around the raised hips.

She pulled on Bette to reposition her and slid her other knee in between the now wide-spread long legs of her wife. She adjusted her position to gain a better balance and it cause her mound to brush against the brunette’s wetness. They groaned simultaneously at the heart-racing contact. “Unnhh, Bette you are so fucking sexy.”

The blonde didn’t dally. She ground hard against Bette, moving urgently with ever-increasing force. Bette muttered something in French, and then German, and was panting, moaning, whimpering. She bit into the pillow as Tina leaned over her, grinding harder now, and then whispered into her hair, “… are you so hot that you’re speaking in tongues, baby?” Bette screamed into the pillow and tried to grab hold of the blonde’s slickening back, as Tina felt a tell-tale quiver, and then a body shake, and then Bette tightened, grew hot, before releasing a warm gush of honey with urgent thrusts up into Tina’s wet mound.

“Sorry, I came so soon, baby,” she gasped out between breaths as she flung the pillow aside.

She watched Tina pick up her hands and tenderly thread her fingers to interlace with hers. The blonde was nipping her here and there as she crept her way up, and then stopped to gaze at her, eyes watering, before slowly dipping her head to cover her mouth with a wet, lush, soft kiss.   Like I said. Planets away from anyone else’s kiss.