Helena looked at the strip of skin left between the strips of fabric.  She stepped inside the cool apartment.  The smell of warm vanilla greeted her nose.  Closing the door behind her, she moved towards Bette, wanting desperately to kiss her.  Her hand slid over the skin in between.

“I want you so fucking bad right now.”

Bette picked Helena up and placed her against the wall.  Helena arms were free so she used them to lift her shirt over her head.  Bette’s lips descended on one of Helena’s nipples.  Sensing Helena would allow her to go further, Bette slid her hand between her legs, rubbing the fabric against her warm center.  Bette could tell she was already wet for her.  She pulled her away from the wall and brought her to the bedroom, placing her on the bed.

“How bad do you want me?” Bette asked, watching Helena as she slid from her shorts, revealing dripping core.

“So bad.”  Helena sat up at the edge of the bed and reached out to Bette, pulling her close by her hips.

She opened the sides of her robe and revealed more of her skin to her.  She pressed her lips softly against the skin of her hips.  Her skin tasted like sweet caramel.  She wanted to devour her, inch by inch.  The robe slid to the ground.  Bette got down to her knees; she could smell Helena’s arousal.  Bette could see her stomach expand and deflate as Helena’s breathing became erratic.  She ran her hands up to her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples until Helena couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, Bette.  I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“No, I need you to touch me, here.” Helena spread her legs to show Bette exactly where she wanted her.

Lay where you’re laying, don’t make a sound—Kings of Leon, Sex on Fire

Bette kissed her inner thighs, her knees; her calves, and back up again.  She spread her thighs further.  Helena couldn’t have been any more ready than she was right then.  Her mouth reached her center, kissing her, sucking her so sweetly and gently.

Slight moans and gasps began to turn into loud groans as Bette nibbled and licked at her swollen clit.  Helena’s toes curled against the hard wood floors.  But none of her movements—slight jerks and twists—could not compare to the way her body reacted when Bette entered her with two fingers, and then three.

Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale.  It feels like you’re dying, you’re dying—Kings of Leon, Sex on Fire

Helena had never came with such intensity.  She didn’t quite know if she should leave know because of embarrassment, or if she should ask Bette to marry her.

Bette moved towards Helena, leaning over her limp body that was now slumped across her bed.

“That…” She said softly, “is how you top someone.  This is how you fuck someone so they’ll never forget how good you are.  That is how you fuck someone so they’ll never be able to think of anything else but you.”

Helena chuckled softly.  She couldn’t deny Bette.  She was right.  Helena would never forget this night.  The way Bette took control of her body made Helena want more of her. The two of them crawled under the covers; Bette’s back facing Helena.

Helena watched Bette breathe, wondering what was going through her mind.  Her fingers traced her lower back.

“I bet your soaking wet for me now.  Aren’t you, Bette?”

Bette rolled to face her, “Maybe I am, but what are you going