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    Our first Christmas……Chapter 8

    Story written on January 12, 2006 by ayns.
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    Bette and Tina’s first Christmas as a couple

    “Nice try babe, but I’m still in charge.”

    She laughs as I straddle her hips and hold her hands above her head. She reaches up to kiss me, but I pull back not allowing her the contact. She smirks again, not used to being held down like this, but clearly enjoying it. I slowly start to rotate my hips, our pelvises coming together as she joins in, setting a slow rhythm. Her eyes are closed and she is concentrating on the feel of our pussies rubbing together. I hold both of her wrists with one hand and trail my other down her body. My fingertip runs gently over her closed eyelid, over the tip of her nose and down to her full luscious lips. I trace them gently before she eases her tongue out and sucks my finger into her mouth. My finger feels amazing engulfed in her moist warmth and my brain in flooded with thoughts of what that mouth can do to other parts of my body and how my finger will feel in other sources of burning wetness. I continue down her chin, leaving a wet trail as I go. I cup her breast through her thin tank top, loving her lack of a bra. Its weight feels familiar in my hand, like it was created just for my touch. I smile wickedly before giving her nipple a nice, hard pinch. Her eyes immediately shoot open as she lets loose a guttural moan.

    “Jesus T.”

    I lean over and take the same nipple in my mouth. I bite it lightly and run my tongue over the ribbed fabric as her flesh grows taught in my mouth. Her back arches high off the bed, silently begging for more. I pull back however, and am met with a frustrated groan.

    “Relax; I just want us out of these clothes.” I push her hands towards the headboard and she takes hold of the rungs with no prompting at all. I can’t help my smile at her willing submission. I let my fingertips run lightly along the inside of her arms as I go to remove her shirt and I can feel her shake lightly at the sensation. When I reach the hem of her shirt, I lift it slowly, worshiping every inch of mocha skin that I uncover. My tongue runs lightly, back and forth, along her toned stomach muscles. I bury my nose into her stomach inhaling deep and scrape my teeth along her skin wanting to devour her. I continue north letting my tongue run from the base of her rib cage to her sternum before nuzzling her side of her breast. She’s moaning now and pushing towards my body, but she’s not broken the rules and moved her hands. I feast on her breasts, savoring the textures, soft and pebbly. I alternate my mouth with my hand, working one then the other. I blow a stream of air over her saliva covered nipple and she screams my name making me repeat the process. When I can’t take it anymore, I push her shirt the rest of the way up her body and capture her mouth in a fierce kiss. When the material is free of her body she brings her hands to the back of my head, deepening the kiss, driving her tongue farther into my mouth. I grab them again and place them back on the head board as I ease away from her mouth.

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    6. Yeehaw! You go, Tina, ride her, cowgirl! Gideeyup, Bette! Much better way to celebrate the holiday than spending a ton of money. And possibly a good way to make converts.

    7. I love your writing and feel your sentiment excatly about Season 3! They are taking my fav character into someone none of us want to see (Unless u don’t like B&T together), its depressing. But on the up side Go Hel. I hate to admit i liked her last season minus the baby craze, lol!

    11. OH MY FUCKING GOD…..that was absolutely amazing and so very sexy and hot. You’re simply one of the best Ayns – I love it…..I’m so glad I didn’t read this at work LOL. THANK YOU for sharing your writing with us – you rock!!!!……and now – more please and have a great weekend :o))

    13. Perfect, now I can breath. There is hope out in the world. Now it is time for the COLD Shower. Have to turn the temperature of the air conditioner to zero or maybe sleep outside to cool off.

    17. For the first time EVER i thought id have to take a break reading that…lolYes half way through i actually forgot to breath….i know ive read some very hot stories here on this site but in all honesty that left me breathless…sigh!…oh and welcome back!

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