They kissed slowly for a long time. Tina’s tongue reaching out for Bette’s, tentatively. Hoping, searching. She licked Bette’s lips and Bette opened them, taking Tina’s tongue in her mouth with a moan that was deep, guttural. Their tongues rolled over each other’s gently, their mouths wet and tasting. Needing, a desperate need for contact. They came up for air when they wanted to and then went back to the dance of desire. Their hands came up to caress necks, move hair, touch skin. Both moaning, one sound overlapping the other.

They pulled away ever so slightly, their breath mixing. Tina in and Bette out, Bette in and Tina out.

“I want to make love to you Baby,” Tina whispered. “Please, Honey… I know you’re tired but let me make love to you, I just want to feel your body naked against mine. To taste your love as it comes out of you, to feel your body move beneath me. Will you allow me to make love to you?” Tina almost felt like she was asking too much. Bette had opened up her soul to her tonight. She had finally, dear God and Jesus, finally… she had talked. Really talked. The emotional vault had unlocked and revealed the huddled, hurt child that hid inside.

Bette didn’t answer. She didn’t need to, her body responded for her, instantly. At Tina’s words she pulled her in for a crushing kiss that left no doubt as to her thoughts on being made love to.
It was exactly what she needed.

Tina slowed the kiss down, way down. Using her mouth and hands to bring the tempo to a languid pace. She led Bette to a climax that left her breathless and gasping. Tina was painstakingly slow in her lovemaking, bringing Bette to desperation more than once all while comforting and soothing her raw emotions. She whispered to her wife as she made love to her, endearments that were a balm to her heart. Bette felt utterly exposed, physically and emotionally but she welcomed the feelings this aroused in her. And she felt every moment, every touch. Tina made her feel alive.

She let go, physically meeting Tina as she worked her way down her body and matching her ardor with her own. She let go emotionally and she cried as she came, soundless tears that fell steadily even as her body arched and writhed in the height of pleasure.

And Tina was there, moving up quickly to hold her tight and whisper in her ear. Tina found that she too was crying although she couldn’t have said when she started. Bette was so achingly beautiful in her vulnerability that Tina wanted to pick her up and put her in her pocket to protect her from the world. They cried together and held each other, their tears mingling on their cheeks and dripping into their mouths as they kissed.