She looked deeply into Bette’s eyes, as she took the fruit from Bette’s fingers, now coated with some of her wetness.  She slipped the fruit slowly into Bette’s partially open mouth.

"I fell for you slowly, at first, when you touched me so intimately in your gallery, remember?," she asked, as she tugged at the ties that kept Bette’s robe closed.  

Bette nodded, thinking the sweet, saltish combination of the longan fruit and Tina’s expression was the height of intimacy.

"And soon after, with every moment I shared with you, I began to change," Tina confessed, pushing the lapels of Bette’s robe open. "Eventually becoming this woman who’s found herself, her true self, in your eyes."

She cupped Bette’s mound as she spoke, massaging it slightly, feeling Bette becoming warmer and wetter.  She slipped a finger into Bette’s cleft, as the brunette moaned, pumping her finger in and out of Bette, gently.  Then she continued, "I’m not sure you know just how much your desire for me has meant.  How you make me glow when you look at me with undisguised lust.  How beautiful I feel when you kiss me with all your heart.  And how strong and alive I feel when you and I make love with all this passion…"

She gasped as Bette slipped two fingers into her.

"Tinaaa…," Bette moaned.

"Baby," Tina murmured, "Here’s my story: did you know that I’d never lived with anyone until us…when we moved to New York? I could never say yes to any of the guys I’d been serious with…. before you."

She cupped one of Bette’s breasts with her free hand as her other hand continued to pump Bette gently.  She massaged the perfect, rounded breast, squeezing and releasing it rhythmically.

Bette arched into Tina, seduced by the blonde’s tender words and gentle actions.

Tina wanted Bette to know more, "I couldn’t bear it if your desire for me dims one day…or your look or eyes wander… or your kiss becomes less heartfelt…or you tire of our love-making."

Bette snaked a hand around Tina’s neck, grasped the blonde’s nape, and pulled on it slightly.  She kissed Tina deeply, dipped her tongue in, languidly stroking the blonde’s tongue.  She drew her head back, "What do you see in my eyes?," she asked huskily.

"Desire," Tina whispered.  Bette kissed her fiercely again.

"What else?,"  Bette asked once more.

"Lust…love," Tina responded.  She licked her lips, loving the feel Bette left on them, turned on by her wife’s clear desire for her and the hot kisses they exchanged.