Bette drew her hands along the outside of Tinas thighs, trailing her fingers over the soft skin beneath Tinas knees.  Bette had missed touching Tina.  It had been awhile, but she remembered what worked.  And as her feather-light fingertips teased the underside of Tinas thighs, Tina pressed her legs open wider, granting Bette a view that made her smile from ear to ear.  I want to taste you, Tina.  Tinas eyes slid shut as she sighed and nodded imperceptibly.  Not yet.  Bette felt she was probably torturing herself more than she was Tina.  Tina bit her lip, containing her disappointment.

            Roll over, baby, Bette said, vacating her treasured place between Tinas legs for now.  Tina obeyed, hoping Bette had forgotten her earlier rule.  Hands above your head.  So much for that hope.  Tina obeyed again as Bette straddled her *****.  Bettes wet center pressed into the skin at the small of Tinas back.  Do you feel that? Bette asked, leaning in to Tinas ear.  Her nipples brushed against Tinas shoulder blades.  Bette couldnt resist rubbing her sensitive center against Tina.

            Aw, *****, Tina moaned.  She pressed herself up against Bettes center.

            Do you feel that, baby? Bette asked again, biting gently on Tinas earlobe.

            Yes, Tina said, but her answer was almost indiscernible as she pressed her face into the mattress.

            Bette smiled and sat back, settling her weight onto Tinas hips, pressing her more firmly into the bed.  Thats how much I want you.  She reached behind herself, unable to resist the temptation.  She didnt need to see.  She just knew.  Her finger traced Tinas *****, following it to her nearly dripping center.  Bette slid one finger into her wife.

            Oh my God, Tina moaned.  Her fists balled the sheets tightly above her head. 

            Bette removed her finger.  She brought it to her own lips, licking Tinas essence from it, savoring it.  You taste so good, babe.

            Youre making this really hard, Tina panted, biting the skin of her own shoulder to distract from how much she needed Bette to ***** her.

            Bette laughed deeply.  That was the one, the laugh that had haunted Tina throughout all of their months apart.  Bette brushed the hair away from the nape of Tinas neck and replaced it with her lips.  Kind of the point, she joked.  She kissed, licked, and bit her way down Tinas shoulders and back.  Spending more time on well-remember freckles, marks Tina probably didnt even know about given their location.  Bette Porter knew this woman, knew every inch of her.  And she loved every freckle so much it terrified her sometimes.  She insinuated her hands between Tina and the bed, massaging her *****.  She used to pressure of Tinas body into her hands to heighten the sensation.  Tina groaned and began rocking her hips into the mattress.  If Bette didnt put a stop to that, Tina was going to finish herself off.  Not gonna happen.