They ate and drank in what seemed like an eternity. Their brief encounter made Tina realize how much she wanted Bette that night. Though it hadn’t been long since the last time Tina felt her release, they rarely ever had the full night to be each others. Tina could tell by Bette’s longing eyes and expression that sleep was the very last thing on her mind.

Bette cleared the table, while Tina opened another bottle of wine and refilled their glasses on the counter. Tina felt Bette’s strong arms around her waist once more which made her close her eyes and smile. Bette’s warm breath on her neck made her knees weak and she tried to spin to face Bette but Bette took one hand, caught Tina’s turning shoulder and gently pushed it back straight. "Don’t move," Bette breathed in Tina’s ear.

Tina became completely intoxicated under Bette’s seduction. Bette began to slowly kiss Tina’s ear, tracing a line to her neck and down to her collarbone. She moved her hand from Tina’s shoulder, allowing her fingers to feel their way down her back and partially around her waist before entering in Tina’s shirt. Tina became wet instantaneously at the feeling of Bette’s skin on hers but the sensation felt too good to beg for release just yet.  Bette shifted her hand down and unbuttoned Tina’s dark jeans.  Bette glided her hand back around Tina’s hips and firmly slid it down Tina’s ass and down the back of her thigh.

Tina could barely breathe as Bette felt the curves of her body. The more Bette touched her, the more she throbbed and the more shallow her breath became. 

In a sudden instant, Bette spun Tina around to face her, placed both hands under Tina’s ass and lifted her up onto her hips and plunged her into the nearest bare wall in the kitchen. Tina’s arms wrapped around Bette’s neck, pulling her mouth into hers. They kissed feverishly, tongues meeting and parting as Bette grinded against Tina, who kept thumping against the plastered wall.  Moans and hard breaths filled the air along with the sound of denim rubbing together.

"Bette," Tina breathed as Bette moved her mouth from Tina’s lips to her neck.  "Fuck baby" Tina could feel the friction of the denim now rubbing on her erect clit and she knew that Bette has no intention of giving into Tina’s pleas any time soon.