Bette caught the naughty glint in Tina’s eye, as she licked off the foam and cream on her upper lip, pink tongue flicking out, running across her lip, and smiled at the mix of humor and early-morning lust  in those heavenly hazel eyes. 

"Baby, didn’t I just give you quote the best wake-up call ever unquote when I kissed you awake this morning?,” Bette asked seductively with a slight laugh.

"Yes… Yes you did.  And that was more than a kiss.. .. if I recall correctly." 

"So?"

"What do you mean "so?""

"So why are you looking at me as if you weren’t woken with…  um… satisfaction?" 

"Is that what my look says?," Tina asked, in a teasing tone, but the look of her desire was undiminished. 

"Yeah…yeah that’s what it says," Bette bantered back.

"I thought my look said that I have the hottest wife in New York, and she’s sitting at our breakfast table, basically naked," Tina paused as Bette flung a cocktail napkin at her, blushing.  She continued, as she
dodged the napkin, "And her pink tongue is …."

"Do you want a kiss?" Bette asked huskily.   Tina’s robe had loosened a bit as she leaned forward from her relaxed sitting position, to lay her cup on the saucer.

Bette took a long drink, her throat working slowly up and down her long, graceful neck as she swallowed.  Tina eyed her with growing desire.

"Ohh… I think I’ll want much more than that, Ms. Porter-Kennard," the blonde said in a low sexy voice. Bette’s robe had opened, as well, as the brunette sat back into her chair. 

"And this is how….," Tina started to say, as she rose slowly, locking her hazel eyes onto Bette’s large brown eyes. She walked up to Bette’s chair, lifted one leg across the brunette’s lap, and sat gently to straddle her.  She snaked her arms around Bette’s neck, played with the soft curls, and pulled slightly on her nape, as she bent her head slowly towards Bette’s, head angled, eyes closed.

The kiss started slowly, as Tina took her time, softly kissing the pillow-soft lips, covering Bette’s mouth with a long, lush, wet kiss, then sucking the brunette’s upper lip.  Her tongue slowly rolled over to Bette’s bottom lip, as she began a slow grind into the brunette.  The blonde’s tongue next wandered into Bette’s parted mouth, as her hands parted Bette’s robe, then slipped inside, to lightly caress the brunette’s perfectly rounded breasts, at first stroking the sensitive flesh underneath, then cupping the breasts fully.