In seconds Tina was pulling off her top, needing to be free of the barrier between their bodies. It ended up in a pile somewhere off the bed, Tina didn’t really care. A second later she was pushing Bette’s hand away from her core as she looked hungrily down at the straining body of the woman below her as she tried not to give in to the urge to just let Bette do the work.

“Oh,” she moaned as Bette’s fingers touched her inner thigh softly, “Wait…don’t.” She said; her voice strained with lust before she pinned her wrists above her head.

Bette couldn’t stop staring at the gorgeous woman above her; this was the Tina she knew and loved wholeheartedly but she was also so much more now, and that thought send a shiver down her back; who knew what it would bring.

Tina bent down, pressing her body against Bette’s as she kissed her again, their mutual hunger for one another shown in the kiss. Tina pulled away slightly and Bette followed, stretching her pinned arms so that she could continue their kiss.

When Tina pulled away from the kiss Bette gasped for air, panting ever so slightly but wanting nothing more than to feel Tina’s lips on hers once again.

“Spread your legs.” Tina said huskily as she teased Bette with the prospect of her lips.

“Are you talking dirty to me?” Bette asked with a grin, surprised, intrigued and incredibly turned on, as she followed Tina’s lips with her eyes and her own, trying to get her to kiss her again but she complied with her wishes, feeling Tina’s thighs move into place between her own.

Looking down at Bette as she smiled up at her, Tina wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, and so she gave in to the urge, kissing her fully as she pressed her stomach down to lie along Bette’s, loving the feeling of skin on skin as she thrusted her pelvis forward to make contact with her lover’s.

Tina pulled away from Bette’s hungry mouth, leaning back as she trailed her hand along the taut muscles of her belly.

“Let’s see how wet you are.” She half groaned out, her words quiet as her control obviously strained as she began to unbutton the black suit pants that Bette still had on and slip her hand into the wet folds that awaited her eager fingers.