Noting Bette’s movement Candace raised her head losing contact with Bette’s core; happy that her ministrations had finally awoken the mocha beauty from her slumber. As much as she was enjoying herself, sex was always better when your partner was fully engaged; even if they were faking it.

No longer feeling the contact Bette opened her eyes and once again lifted the sheet, this time meeting her lover’s lustful eyes. Candace’s face broke out into a salacious smile; evidence of Bette’s juices glistening on her mouth, chin and tip of her nose. Bette returned the smile at the sight of the woman that could give her body so much pleasure but the light didn’t reach her eyes.

After a few seconds of staring into Bette’s eyes, hoping to see a spark of something meaningful in them, Candace resumed her lovemaking without letting on the feeling of defeat. Nothing in Bette’s demeanor had changed from the times before when they’d made love. At least for Candace it was making love, but Bette’s empty eyes and sad smile only emphasized that this was just about fucking.

There was no emotional connection to the physical stimulation Candace was producing with her sexual prowess. As she continued fondling Bette’s breast with one hand she used the other to insert three fingers into Bette’s opening. Her fingers were rough and calloused from her occupation as a carpenter but that didn’t stop her from pumping hard while sucking furiously on Bette’s clit. She wanted Bette to ‘feel her’. She wanted to leave her mark.

If nothing else Candace knew that she was an adept lover; she could play a woman’s body to perfection which she demonstrated when Bette’s screams penetrated her thoughts as her body convulsed with multiple mind-blowing orgasms. Mission accomplished.

She crawled up Bette’s still trembling body and forced her fingers into Bette’s mouth so she’d taste her own juices. Bette willingly allowed the assault. She welcomed it when Candace pulled out her fingers and replaced them with her tongue invading every inch of the inside of Bette’s open mouth.

Candace had discovered after their first time together in a motel room that Bette liked it a bit rough. The second time they’d fucked in Bette’s office at the museum where Candace was doing carpentry work for the Provocations exhibit. Bette’s subtle invitation with just a look shared between them when she walked by was all Candace needed to abandon her work. She arrived at Bette’s office and found the door slightly ajar. Bette was standing with her back to it. Candace closed and locked the door before approaching the woman she could not resist. Bette didn’t turn around but Candace could see from her movements that she’d unzipped her pants. The mocha beauty stood with one hand on her waistband and the other holding herself up as she leaned into the wall. She was obviously waiting for Candace to make the next move. Bette had always been the alpha in her relationships, but this time she was desperately seeking someone else to take charge. Candace didn’t have any problem filling that need. She stood behind Bette and pulled her closer into her body. She reached inside Bette’s pants, moved her soaked panties aside and inserted two fingers into her dripping wet center. The stronger woman pressed Bette into the wall to gain deeper penetration and rubbed herself against Bette’s ass to cause her own friction. She leaned in and kissed Bette roughly to muffle the moans and screams that escaped when they came together.