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I appreciate your email more than you will ever know. Please book me on the first flight to Chicago, I need to arrive in the evening of the first day of your trip. I will have some loose ends to tie up the morning after the Gallery Opening but can leave by noon. Send me the itinerary and include where you can. I will share a room with Tina, there is no need to change the accommodations. Leave this between us for now. Keep me posted.
Walking back to the bedroom to wake her bride, Bette felt a sense of trepidation. There was no way she was going to let Eric interfere with or hurt Tina in any way.
She woke her with her lips. She woke her with her hands.
Kisses and touches,
featherlight and tender,
soft and sensual,
warmth and goosebumps.
Her lips sought her neck, her jaw, her mouth… making wet trails along the skin while her hands explored under her tank, her belly, her ribcage, her hips… leaving tracks of desire, of love… then moving slowly higher to the softness of her chest.
As her hands went higher her mouth went lower, lifting her shirt to explore the valley between her bare breasts, her bellybutton, the edge of her boxers.
When she felt Tina’s fingers reaching for her own, she gently linked them together, mindful of the sore palms. Their hands danced together, entwining, weaving then still.
“Are you awake?”
“Do you always reach for someone’s hands when you are sleeping?”
“I can tell you’re awake by the way your body is responding…”
“Baby Sweet, my body responds to you whether I am awake… asleep… whether you are next to me… down the hall … 500 miles away…”
Bette rested her cheek on the softness and warmth of Tina’s stomach, breathing in deeply the scent of her wife, all senses alive to the aura of the body beneath her head. Her chuckle vibrated and the sound reached lower, making Tina’s clit twitch as if she could hear that Bette was near. One of Tina’s hands found the back of Bette’s head and began to play with the soft curls.