Very suddenly, the air was thick with lust, and they both melted into each other.

"… Whispering to you …" Bette moaned, closing her eyes when Tina grinded back into her. "… Touching you … Fucking you …"

"… Are you gonna touch me?" Tina whispered back, her bra suddenly very loose. Bette removed it with some difficulty given Tina’s state somewhat inebriated manner, but enjoyed her wife’s naked back with a smile.

"Yes."

"Finger me," Tina whispered over her shoulder, trying to spread her legs from underneath Bette. "Make me scream …"

Bette tugged at Tina’s panties, kissing down her back. "Mmm scream for me baby …"

"What are you doing?" Tina whispered, squirming on the floor as she brought her hands down to where Bette’s hands were, feeling exactly what her lover was doing. It felt so good. She loved when Bette took such complete control of her body.

"Playing with you," Bette smirked, pulling Tina’s panties down only a couple of inches, and sliding her fingers over Tina’s wet sex from behind. "Tell me how it feels baby." Her hot breath rendered Tina speechless until she remembered her vocabulary and began moaning.

"… Uhh … so good." Tina’s breathing was heavy as she tried to get back up. In any case, she ended up falling back onto her stomach when Bette let her go. "Bette …"

"I love doing this to you."

"Make me cum."

"Cum all over me."

And she did.

It didn’t even take long for Bette’s soft massage of her clit to send her over the edge, but the temptation and seduction of the evening had boosted her libido. Once she had reached her orgasm, she was flying high on the aphrodisiac of the entire situation, along with her beautiful climax. And just as powerful as Bette’s.

It’s incredible what one mouth can do, and the heights of pleasure that can be reached when a tongue really knows someone – inside and out.

"I … love … poker," Bette smirked, still panting on the floor, her arm under Tina’s neck.

"Mmm me too," Tina smiled, bringing her arm and leg over Bette and cuddling into her. "So tired."

"I’m glad we stayed in." It was a smug, confident statement that Tina enjoyed in her own way. She often smiled at Bette’s arrogant but comforting comments.

"You should call in sick to work," Tina whispered, kissing Bette’s shoulder with a smile. "I want to crawl into bed with you and recover from all of this exhaustion."

"Way ahead of you," Bette chuckled, squeezing Tina with love and a little smile. "I called in earlier to say I’d be taking a personal day."

"You knew I’d put out?" Tina teased, her eyes growing heavier with each passing moment. It was so comfortable snuggling in next to her wife.

"Slut," Bette teased back. No laughter, but two smiles.

"Mmm," Tina sighed, quickly asleep and comforted by their playful banter.

"Beautiful," Bette whispered to herself, after she had sensed that Tina was out – a much more accurate description of her lovely wife. There was always a great beauty in the way they could let loose together and be completely themselves. No matter how strange or humorous the roleplay, it was romantic. It seemed like the more outlandish their exploration, the closer they felt with one another for having experienced it together.

As Bette closed her eyes too, she tilted her head to rest on Tina’s dragging some pillows over for comfort. It would be a night spent on the floor, and a night worthy the aches and pains to come. Out of everything comedic that evening, Bette found their apparent ‘boredom’ to be most laughable. They were boring? What an interestingly sexual world that would be.