She looked up at Tina and said, “Hmm…it’s unusual to start a meal with dessert, but this time, I’ll make an exception.”   She slowly stood up, kissed Tina’s lips once again, and worked her way down Tina’s body, licking, kissing, nibbling, pulling and sucking her nipples.  Bette’s voice was husky as she said, “Lie down, and let me have all of you!”  Tina felt a gush of moisture at her words, and she obliged, opening her legs wider for Bette. 

Bette moved her mouth between Tina’s legs and immediately wanted to taste the wetness, but she delayed that treat by lightly licking Tina’s sensitive inner thighs.  She eased them apart a little wider, and the heat from Tina’s pussy became that much more intoxicating.  Tina squirmed and moaned at each touch, and she haltingly pleaded, “B-Bette…please… put your mouth on me!”

At that moment, Bette began kissing Tina’s slit like it was her mouth, tonguing her and moving her lips, and sucking her clit.  Tina grabbed Bette’s head and gasped, “Yeah, baby, yeah, baby…mmm hmmm, oh, yeah, Bette…oh…ohh…”  Her hips started to buck on the table, and Bette held on for dear life.  Then, she inserted a finger, and Tina responded, “OH!  OH!  YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT!!!!  BETTE….DON’T STOP….FUCK ME….FUCK ME AND SUCK ME!!!!!!!!  HARDER….Y—YES—YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!  She thrashed about the table as her release came, and Bette lapped up every sweet drop of the fruit of her labor.

After Tina calmed down, she sat up, climbed off the table, pulled Bette from her chair to the floor and said, “I want dessert before dinner, too!”   She laid Bette down, spread her legs and moved down to lightly lick the outside of her wet thong, which caused Bette to writhe on the floor as she yielded herself to Tina’s mouth. Tina then pulled aside the thong and slid her tongue between Bette’s wet lips, darting into each fold and lapping up the juices that pooled in each one. 

She then totally exposed the sopping pussy and kissed and nibbled on her clit.  Bette made her pleasure known in her increasingly louder whimpers and moans.  She arched her back and fondled her own breasts as Tina devoured her wetness, swirling her tongue all over her slit before slipping two fingers inside.  Bette quickly climaxed, calling her T as she bucked against her hand and mouth. 

Tina moved up to hold Bette in her arms, taking in the aftershocks of her orgasm, holding her tightly, taking in each shudder as a deeper confirmation of their love and the fact that they were meant to parent the child growing inside her.