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Tina lay in the middle of their bed reeling.
Looking up at her wife and overcome by the lovemaking they had just shared.
She felt so consumed by her closeness to Bette that she was overwhelmed, her love pouring out of her heart, making her whole body feel alive. All five senses were on high alert, her eyes replaying snapshots of their encounter, every pore on her body screaming for more, more touching more feeling more of everything that was Bette Porter.
Listening to Bette’s breathing and hearing a small whimper come from her wife, Tina settled into their embrace, processing.
She was not usually so chatty during their lovemaking, normally only when she came and rarely so descriptive as she had been just now. She had been talking to Bette the whole time, talking and tasting and taking. She had led but Bette…God, Bette…Bette had never before responded with such abandon. Tina liked the result of her taking charge in their lovemaking, liked the way she had guided Bette’s movements. She was completely engrossed in the woman holding her, above her. Utterly consumed by Bette and wanting more, more, more. She led because Bette had been lost, but also because she knew it what was they both needed.
She could not get enough of her beguiling, enchanting and complicated wife.
She blinked, then reached up and pulled Bette even closer to her. She needed a minute to bask in the moment, the shared intimacy following Bette’s intense orgasm and now her own heightened arousal.
She was on fire.
Usually during their lovemaking – and their life – Bette led, and Tina responded. And that had been the formula for a long time, years even. It was a formula that worked. Bette was by far the more experienced lover, but Tina was the expert on loving Bette.
Tonight though, goodness. Tonight, Tina had not hesitated, knowing exactly what Bette needed to come up from the darkness that was Jodie Lerner. The path out was with each other. Tina had not come home from her event with this plan in mind, but her instincts had taken over. It was what Bette needed. It was what they both wanted.